Showing posts with label Christopher Cross. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christopher Cross. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

If You Get Caught Between the Moon and New York City

This is a dish that an insane person made.  I'm not so much proud of it as I am interested in what goes on in my head when I come up with oddities like this.  And now I recall.  I worked this day.  We had great weather, almost springlike.  I remember telling a guy at work that I was so hopped up on the upcoming full moon already that I could literally run home I had so much energy.  And that made him laugh because I looked all electrified.  My fingertips and eyes were tingling and my hair was all crazy.  On the bike I thought man, if only I could feel this more often I wouldn't be such a miserable fuck.
I exercise daily, I eat pretty healthy, although you'd never know it by looking at this concoction.  It's a shame to know a state of mind and not be able to retrieve it again by your own conjuring.  The moon does a number on me and sometimes it's fantastic.  Other times its too strong and I feel bonkers, not able to form clear thoughts or stay grounded.  I had this idea to form a pie in a pan with potatoes and meatballs, peppers and then egg was used to bind ...and cheese. Shit got weird when the peas came. It was actually good, I ended up eating it cold out of the fridge that night. Probably just more wolfy behavior.




I took the long way home to find some good street art and happened across all these graffiti artists and some other gems.



Saturday, September 1, 2012

When You Get Caught Between the Moon and New York City

P had a big show in Brooklyn tonight. I wanted to make a dinner that was not too heavy, yet would be filling enough to last all night and give energy. I wanted the food to be festive. This was to build a base for a great evening
The night went very well and show was spectacular. The food was so-so. I wanted to make this warm crusty bruschetta with nectarine and tomato topping that is heavenly normally with just the right amount of juicy tomato olive oil and lemon with the sweetness of the onions and nectarine...but somehow I didn't get the right bread and it was just okay.
The steak was thin and good and the roasted asparagus was the right choice and super tasty. Nothing blew your socks off and ended up being the beginning of my cooking rut that I am now in the middle of. Sometimes the best that you can do is just to show up and let what's gonna happen happen.
One star shines brightly tonight and another one burns out. (sigh)