Alicia - T-day
Thanksgiving is over. All those who participated had enough butter and meat to last all year. The richness of this traditional food actually gave me a headache at one point, but did not deter me from eating my way through a week of leftovers only to finish with re-heated (in the oven of course) stuffing, its top browned crisp just one last time, with two medium poaches eggs on top. The eggs, as they often do, added an element of decadence that I was not expecting. This one is going on the menu, perhaps enhanced with some lightly sauted corned beef and onions.
COOKING TIP: CHICKEN BROTH MAKES EVERYTHING TASTE BETTER.
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Last night Brendan and I went to meet an artist from Milwaukee who was staying in Berlin for a couple of days. It was our first time meeting him and I told him I'd be wearing a fur hat so he could easily identify me, but he was too shy to say hello, so I had to walk over--all sweaty in my fur hat--and say, do you speak english? are you paul? and he was. The art in the huge gallery space was good for the most part. There were paintings that were black with thickly piped black paint scenes over them, mostly landscapes and forest scenes. Sort of reminded me of an all black Welliver painting. Brendan didn't like the art because it wasn't conceptual enough. That is exactly what I found refreshing about it. Is it such an art sin to look at a giant black mountain range and have my first thought be--ooh, that would look so good in my Oregon wine country dream restaurant. After the gallery everyone wanted to get a drink and maybe a bite to eat. Seeing as I almost never go out due to severe financial constraints, it is intensely difficult to make decisions about where to go and I always end up chosing weird places. Last night, I think I picked the Berlin version of Applebees--there was annoying Supremes songs playing and the menu had a whole section for potato skins--including "into skins" which I wanted to order but everyone else thought it looked gross. Sarrita, my friend from San Fransisco, was there too and the menu of super greasy american food made us want to open a place in berlin called--"Roseanne Bar" a tribute to cozy midwestern lower-income lifestyles. There would be a daily casserole special, american refrigerators where you could just walk over, open it and get yourself a beer, and lots of old ratty couches with afghans covering them.