Connie and Zack: the conspiracy of two

Just a forum where my wife and I can ramble together

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Limitations part two

I fear that I am not as comfortable with myself as I would like to be.

You see, I come upon my limitations once again. It's very difficult to summarize exactly how I feel. It's not depression, exactly. I guess it's akin to long-term exposure (chronic doses) of a toxin. I know I am not doing as well as I'd like, and I can articulate a few things that are problems. The scope of it is somehow lost in the description.

I wish I could take my ideas and put prose together that would be worthy of them. It's as though I have more colors in my crayon box than most, but I keep drawing everything in blue, black, and grey. I feel my writing is stunted. Since I hardly work at it anymore, I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Auxilium Abalto

The Brady family motto (in the title) translates roughly to:

"Help from Above."

Boy, given my family history, we sure need it! (Thanks to Anne for the translation)

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Angel Lore 101

Saint Michael is my patron saint. I feel him near me always, which is why I've avoided terrible results from my stupid actions.

I've looked at hundreds of images of him. All have one HUGE mistake.


Saint Michael is left-handed. I'm not just saying that because I am left-handed. It's true and documentable.


Guess what? There's not ONE image I could find that illustrates him as left-handed.


What's the deal?

Sunday, August 07, 2005

bon appetit!

Nearly a month ago (after multiple trips to the bookstore spent furtively scibbling down notes), I broke down and purchased the Bouchon cookbook from Amazon. Since then, I've been cooking furiously out of it. I haven't decided yet, but this cookbook may come close to rivaling Zuni Cafe's in terms of my usage. Since I don't have much time to cook on the weekday, I've fallen into the practice of cooking multiple stages of our weekday dinners on Sundays, to be finished the day we eat them. (it's like I'm my own sous-chef!) Who knew how revelatory fine herbes could be, tossed into in a simple butter lettuce salad with chopped shallots? So far, I've been practicing moules marinieres, vichyssoise, sorrel soup, sauteed skate wing with grenoble sauce, toulouse sausage with lentils de puy braised in red wine, ice cream and various salads. (I'm testing a gesiurs confit recipe out of Zuni's book tonight) Tomorrow, I will explore a new mignonette sauce (that is, different than Zuni's) for my oysters on the half-shell, and sometime during the week, frisee lardons. Next weekend, perhaps I'll make a quiche or gnocchi parisienne, and when the weather cools, I'll might even venture into duck confit. But tonight, dinner is bavette steak frites topped with caramelized shallots, served on a warm watercress salad.

Don't get me wrong - I still love the French Laundry and its cookbook, but this book is a hell of a lot more useful. The recipes aren't necessarily easier - Keller's just as fastidious about technique - but the ingredients are a bit more economical (and available) to acquire. However, for a bistro cookbook, one recipe is missing - cassoulet. But I think I just might have that one covered.

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

It's time someone talked about it

This public service pamplet deals with the rampant plague that no one talks about. That's right folks. Blog depression is real.

What can I say? I've felt this way. You readers may have too.