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Sunday, September 07, 2003

The flavors linger, incredibly complex from such a simple base. That sauce - who dreamed that up? It absorbs the strong flavors of the toppings without a second thought, then time-releases them to your taste buds long after you thought you had finished eating, sweet lingering soul kisses of smokey bacon and pungent red onion, oh my.  This one's a keeper. 4:54:43 PM    comment []

Here's an edge photo of the Onion and Bacon Tart taken shortly before it hits the oven. I used the remaining red pearl onions (from shish kebab last Sunday) instead of white onions, ricotta cheese instead of cottage cheese, and sprayed the bottom of the crust with olive oil - other than that I made a half-recipe according to the Bon Appetit spec. Hope that bacon doesn't flame up in the 500º F oven!  3:56:35 PM    comment []

StupidBird   He doesn’t look quite right and doesn’t fly very well. He is not the fastest pecker at the feeder either. Mostly he just sits there and takes up a roost. Look at how far apart his claws are! His beak is not really parrot-like as it appears in this picture, but something about his head is deformed.   His most endearing quality is trust. When I go outside to water the plants, the other birds flutter away, but StupidBird acts as though there’s no one there. Maybe he can’t see very well – but he finds the feeder. All the things birds do well; he can barely do at all. But he does get enough food to stay alive and continue being stupid. 1:10:37 PM    comment []

Train Dreams   There are never airplanes in my dreams, so most trips involve trains. It’s never easy at the train station. There are multiple tracks and each train has its peculiar logic. Everyone else understands it, but I have to figure it out. Some trains have no doors and you have to get on top to look for an entrance. They keep moving, indifferent to passengers, so you have to run alongside them until you get on. Some trains stop just because you got on them and you have to find another train. They don’t seem to go anywhere; I’ve never had a dream about getting off a train at a destination.   Don’t read too much into this. Dreams are just cheap entertainment for me. Trains were the big time when I was growing up, incredibly powerful machines limited only by the tracks. When I have jet lag in Tokyo and enter a station as complex as Shinjiku, I feel like a child boarding my first train. I never let the subway map out of my grasp, more as a magickal charm than a key to understanding. The maps have only straight lines, occasional 45 degree or 90 degree angles, and a mass of colored lines. The maps do not represent the city and resemble it in no way. They connect dots and represent time.   Underground, there are no streets so it doesn’t matter. That is the realm of trains in the real world, to provide a path between points. In my dreams, they are only for boarding and it gets complicated. Why are there no regular doors on my dream trains? 4:05:25 AM    comment []