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jmags — Fri, 21 Oct 2011 04:30:30 +0000

Here is a frittata that Hazel made last weekend.

Here is a delicious soup I made on Tuesday.

Here is a tableau from it’s creation.

Here is Yoshi hitting the sauce.

Cart(e) Blanche

hazel — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 05:53:59 +0000

After avoiding the inevitable for months, maybe years, we finally caved to the food cart craze. Our first cart: Eurotrash, where I had a waffle with two pieces of bacon inside it, and eggs, and J had a sort of breakfast quesadilla that benefited from a healthy dose of hot sauce. It wasn’t great (nor was it exactly Euro-anything…), but it was cheap, tasty, and fast. That last bit is pretty impressive, if you consider that our other major brunch contenders often ask a good 45 minutes of waiting for a table.

The other exciting (?) innovation was at the coffee cart, where we picked up strong french press — the stir sticks were buckwheat linguini (ahem, uncooked). Oh, Portland.

While we ate (and tried to avoid getting mauled by toddlers and their SUV strollers), we admired the building across the street, and daydreamed about buying it and living on the top floor, with a second apartment converted to an office studio. I would manage it and teach ceramic workshops and write articles for magazines, and J would do something brilliant and computery.

Then we decided to walk over a bridge; we picked the Hawthorne. It’s a good thing we like it, because we were on it for longer than expected — it went up to accommodate a (presumably) very important sailboat.

It was hot.

Sunday, today, we almost didn’t leave the house, but hunger and peanut butter toast fatigue set in, so we went to a second cart, um, grouping or whatever, and had fried fish. Fine cuisine it was not, but satisfying, yes.

P.S. Sadly, I have no pictures to represent the other notable part of our weekend, which was spent spacing out to the Eluvium album over and over and over again.

Mixed Feelings

jmags — Sun, 21 Aug 2011 17:50:54 +0000

This is probably the sweetest ice cream that I have ever eaten. There’s something kind of admirable about it in theory, but in practice it’s actually kind of gross.

View From the Taco Truck

jmags — Sat, 20 Aug 2011 05:14:27 +0000

More Pictures from Yesterday

jmags — Mon, 15 Aug 2011 23:08:09 +0000

One of each of us whilst we waited for brunch at Broder.

Fusion

jmags — Sun, 29 May 2011 17:46:34 +0000

Because Hazel is out of town doing some kind of art-persony thing, I decided that I’d spend the long weekend eating onions and tomatoes, which she has to be careful around. On Friday, I thought that the proper response to that would be to make sausages and just put diced up instantiations of the target foods all over the top of them. Marvellous!

So things were well underway when I realised that I had totally neglected to buy any sort of bread product to encapsulate this whole business. Luckily I’m from California and my middle name is more or less Fusion.

The Germeximelt:

(Don’t worry, I had hell-of greens too.)

Describe in single words only the good things that come into your mind about Thanksgiving

jmags — Sun, 28 Nov 2010 19:18:20 +0000

So full of hope, we all sort of trundled down to lovely Ashland, Oregon to spend Thanksgiving with the paternal side of my family. Things were okay until about Thursday morning when it became clear that Zia was deathly allergic to my grandmother’s dog. This was compounded later in the day by my being visited by either food poisoning or a virulent stomach flu. We made it through that night, although I barely tasted any of the fare, and drove home on Friday, something I had to endure on one piece of toast and one glass of water. So yeah, it was pretty grim.

We watched the Disney live-action classic The Journey of Natty Gann. It may have been because I was cocooned in blankets and preoccupied primarily with bemoaning my state, but at the time it seemed pretty reasonable, aside from the creepy underage-makeout at the end (oh John Cusack, you rogue.) What did penetrate my deadened senses as being overwhelmingly awful was the James Horner score, which went back and forth between two horribly cliched themes, one denoting the dynamic bustle of modern life and one denoting the lonely nobility of the iconoclast. At any rate: James Horner, the worst thing about a live-action Disney kid’s movie from the 80s. A true American!

Grillin

jmags — Mon, 02 Aug 2010 00:32:33 +0000

Stuff we’ve been grilling.

Of course, we end with a picture of the cat.

Hash

jmags — Tue, 28 Apr 2009 03:53:24 +0000

We went to Hash for brunch yesterday, which was quite nice. Like our current fave Broder, Hash has a very sensible approach to portions, which avoids the waste-food-or-feel-fucking-gross dilemma that otherwise very friendly Portland restaurants often provide you with.

Toad in the Hole

jmags — Sat, 04 Apr 2009 14:12:02 +0000