I treated myself to a field trip to the Georgetown Safeway...wow, isn't that a sexy endeavor! When I got home, I realized that I should have taken a drive around our beautiful city. But I didn't, and I think it's because I rushed home. Why? I rushed to get home because I am so excited to have found a little glimmer of spring in the seafood department and I wanted to get it in the fridge.
The roe is not exactly picturesque: it is after all, an egg sac. So the above image is of the source. Shad is a member of the herring family...and I think it is a very pretty fish.
Of course, I am partial to all images of fish. I have collected several of Tom Burton's fish / folk art:
I found Tom and his art on our way our way down to Chincoteague, VA. He is a retired NASA photographer who lives in a trailer and makes these carved and painted fish for sale on Route 13 in New Church VA. His art is warm, like the gleam in his blue eyes; and heartfelt as his brushstrokes confirm.
These are the very wise words from a very wise friend which describe my sentiments exactly!
"Once upon a time I used to feel lousy about Valentine's Day and not
having a current love in my life. Then a couple years after my divorce I
went out on a beautiful Valentine's Day and bought a brand spanking new
BMW. Best Valentine's Day gift EVER! Kinda set the bar a little high
for any future gifts from later loves but since then I have looked at
this day as a personal gift day. So, as soon as my driveway gets plowed I
am heading to the jewelry store! For anyone else hating all the hype of
today, go shopping!!!! Wear whatever you buy home, and every time you
look at it be happy and know you did it for yourself!!"
The above from a 1920s Woolworth's Valentine holiday window display in northwestern Ohio.
Driving home last night after the Cathedral service was magical.
The snow was light, fluffy and glittered by streetlamp.
The above photo was taken by Joe Flood (I don't know him) somewhere on T Street. It looks exactly like the scenery through which I drove home. People are crafting funny names for this storm: "SnOMG", "SnabrahamLincoln" (yesterday was his birthday, of course), "Snowchi" in honor of the Olympics. We easily got 8 inches. Molly slept lots and lots. We went out a couple of times and snow removal was a breeze. And. Then. By the time I got out there to shovel, it began a light rain. The snow got heavier and heavier. Luckily with the temperature rising, the areas shoveled are nice and clear because of the melting.
And then I saw this...here comes the snarky part:
Are you too precious to shovel the public sidewalk in front of your house like the rest of us? I mean, we do live across from a public school...and you know what? Kids walk to school. But I guess I guess you are. After all there's a nice path to your car:
I feel badly about being so snarky especially since I just finished reading an old Life Magazine article about the face of God. (Too long to go into here.)
Just over a year ago, the University of Leicester confirmed that the remains found in a parking lot in Old Leicester were indeed those of King Richard III. Yesterday, I had the amazing opportunity to enjoy a presentation about the discovery. Dr. Turi King, the project’s lead geneticist, who compared the mitochondrial DNA extracted from Richard's skeleton with that from two descendants of Richard’s sister, Anne of York, followed Dr. Mathew Morris, the lead archaeologist, who discovered Richard’s skeletal remains. It was a riveting confluence of science, history, literature laced with amusing anecdotes about the delicate process of discovery.
Blech. Over the last couple of years, kale, chard and quinoa have enjoyed a wave of popularity in the get-your-greens-and grains and locally-grown-to-table movements. Frankly, I don't get it. To me, kale and chard (while on rare occasions have been OK) almost always make me want to gag.
Yes, it's a pretty plant: dark green, ruffled texture and definitely good for you.
And this bowl of cooked chard looks pretty:
Alas, when cooked, both leave a chalky feeling on my teeth. It's weird; and I really don't like the taste. I feel guilty for not liking it more because of all those rich antioxidants and vitamins which I surely and so desperately need. I just don't get it.
And then there's QUINOA...
According to Wikipedia: "It is grown as a graincrop but in fact is a chenopod. Quinoa is closely related to species such as beetroots, spinach and tumbleweeds;" and according to Mark Bittman in today's New York Times, "...worldwide demand for quinoa has become so high that many of those who live in the regions of Bolivia where the crop is grown can no longer afford to buy it."
For me? I think I'll stick with my tried-and-trues: my first taste of this delicious sauteed spinach was at Jaleo downtown years ago. Give me asparagus any day of the week, even though - I know - it's imported. Frozen peas? I'll take 'em. I can only eat broccoli with Asian peanut sauce (this one, for example). It's just that I have decided to take the greens I can swallow and if they're not trendy...well...so be it...