It’s like deja-vu, I swear.
I’d like to think that the time I sliced open my thumb on my mandoline a few months ago taught me something about safety around sharp implements, but I apparently did not learn my lesson and cut open my left index finger on my chef’s knife while opening a package of cheese. I’m not upset that I did it again, nor was it as bad as my thumb, but I’m just annoyed that if was doing something so mundane and it wasn’t during preparation of an epic meal. Nope, just constructing a sandwich. Bleah. On the bright side, I missed the nail by just a hair again, so I consider myself lucky. Also, I didn’t get light-headed again and nearly pass out from the blood loss, so there’s that as well.
Today is Saturday, and it’s a rare Saturday in which there’s nothing on my calendar that needs attention–hence my realization that gee, maybe I should write a bit. This morning Hanne and I got up early and went to Pine State for breakfast (biscuits and gravy with an over easy egg on top FTW), returned all our non-alcoholic cans and bottles, then made our way up to the Portland Farmers Market. We returned home with a half flat of berries (mixture of strawberries–not Hoods, sadly–blackberries, raspberries and blueberries), a couple of pounds of cherries, a pound or so of green beans, cherry tomatoes, some bratwurst and two ears of corn. Those last four will be part of dinner tomorrow night, a meal that Hanne looks forward to every year when the ingredients are fresh: Grilled Sausages and Summer Beans with Herbs, Tomatoes and Caramelized Onions. It’s a marvelous recipe, and Hanne keeps telling me how good it is cold and leftover as well. I’d love to try it sometime, but she keeps eating it all before I can get to it.
Up at the market today, I saw one of the most heartbreaking things I could imagine: a woman dropped a half flat of berries on the ground. In the grand scheme of things it’s pretty far down the list, but still, there was a collective gasp from the crowd around her as we all thought NOOOOOOOOOO and clutched our own berries a little tighter. She looked despondent for a few seconds and tried to gather them up, but she’d lost too many. She said to the crowd around her that they hadn’t been very good anyway, but we all knew that a little piece of her had died inside. This time of year, there are few greater pleasures than bringing home many, many berries.
Which reminds me, it’s been long enough to break open the jars of Tequila Por Mi Amante that I made after another trip to the market a few weeks ago–one with reposado and one with plata. I made some last year and enjoyed it well enough, though what seemed to occur was all the sweetness from the strawberries made their way into the tequila and all the alcohol made its way into the strawberries. What we ended up with was essentially strawberry-flavored syrup and a bunch of extremely alcoholic strawberries. Both were consumed quite quickly, though I will not repeat the mistake of putting the strawberries into a blender and adding more alcohol. That was just overkill. I also took a bunch of halved and pitting cherries and mixed them in the rest of the plata (which I normally don’t drink–I prefer reposado), so we’ll have some cherry-flavored tequila as well. I’m not entirely certain how that will turn out, but I figure that even if it’s a little too medicinal (cherry flavoring always reminds me of cough drops and whatnot) it should still mix well with something not-sweet, like grapefruit or cranberry juice.
In other alcohol-related news, July is Oregon Craft Beer Month. Drink local beer! The highlight of Oregon Craft Beer Month, the Oregon Brewers Festival, is next week and I’m ready. I’m taking Friday off, gorging for lunch on food that will soak up the copious amount of alcohol I will be imbibing and taking a very large and very full water bottle with me. This strategy worked extremely well for me last year–so much so that we were able to make a stop on the way home at the soft opening of the Hair of the Dog tasting room and not stumble out of there–and in direct response to the debacle two years ago when I got so drunk that I fell asleep at 7:30. Hanne was not happy with me that day, mostly because she had been unable to go and I had too much fun without her. I was also apparently being annoying, so I suspect that she was grateful that I turned in a little early that evening.
Through a happy series of events, I recently found myself with a $100 Visa gift card and a $20 Amazon gift certificate, so I used the gift card to buy a $100 Amazon gift certificate and put all the money towards a Le Creuset French oven. I’m not going to lie to you, I have lusted after a Le Creuset for years. They are expensive and from what people have told me, worth every last penny. I foresee cooking the fruits of the many tomato plants in our yard very, very slowly in my lovely new French oven this summer. I’m armed with a French oven and a Marcella Hazan cookbook, and I know how to use them both. I see some eight hour pasta sauces in my future, and since I rediscovered my pasta maker I can see myself making the pasta, too. I might have to have an epic meal. I never like eating a lot of food in the summertime when it’s hot out, but A) it hasn’t been hot this summer (here at least, we’ve thus far dodged the heat wave that’s affecting the rest of the country) and B) c’mon, fresh tomatoes. Take advantage of seasonal food while you can, because I guarantee you that the tomato pulled from the vine in your garden is going to be far, far better than any hothouse tomato shipped in from Mexico or Canada.
Of course, we planted about six or seven tomato plants, so in a couple of months I might just be bitching about there being too many tomatoes to use up and how sick of them I am. First world problems at their finest.
The other day Hanne and I were up at Belmont Station for a beer tasting (Double Mountain Devil’s Kriek, the 2011 batch…delicious, BTW) and noticed that Mikkeller brewed 19 beers using a single hop for each one. Hanne immediately had the bright idea to buy all 19 and taste them side by side and take notes, which will be both delicious and educational. At $5.79 for each 11.2 ounce bottle it makes for an expensive tasting, but I think that in the long run it will be worth it. When I brew a batch of beer I often pick out random hops (or ones I’m more comfortable with) but I think that really getting an idea of what each hop tastes like will be extremely helpful in the future. Plus, I’d just like to state for the record that it was my wife who had this idea, and that I just might the luckiest bastard in the whole world to be married to such a crafty woman. We picked up six of the bottles since we had the cash for those six, but we’ll be acquiring the other thirteen this afternoon.
Work is going well enough. I do what I have to do and they give me a paycheck and I’ll keep doing what I have to do until they stop giving me paychecks.
I’d feel remiss to not mention that my grandmother died two weeks ago. She was my only living grandparent for the better part of half my life, and I feel fortunate that I’ve been able to see so much of her in the last six years since she moved to Portland from Boise. I had prepared for the moment for years, thinking that when my Dad called at odd hours it would be “the call,” but it was still a shock even though I knew exactly what my Dad was going to say when I answered the phone. She had rapidly deteriorated over the course of 48 hours and I had a feeling that the end was near so it was not shocking or unexpected, but it was still a great loss. I cried and was comforted by my wife, then spent much of the weekend at my Dad’s house. There wasn’t much sharing of memories of her, but I think we all just wanted to be together and remember her in our own ways. She will be missed.
The only other thing going on today is the Timbers game this evening. Hanne and I have been making a point to watch as many as we can, and tonight is one of the few that we can watch from home so we’re going to stay in. We went out several times this week, and though there are so many places we can go to enjoy the game or enjoy the weather, the idea of staying home and sipping on strawberry-infused tequila on such a beautiful day sounds too good to pass up.