[email hidden] is now a spam trap, alas. I loved that email address and will miss it. But too many
kind people wanted to help with my
me to continue with it as a viable communication device.
To contact me, use mo-d-om (preserved the palindrome, anyway) at the same domain.
Some stuff:
I posted here last month that we were having an heirloom turkey for Thanksgiving. It didn't work
out, unfortunately. We did have a free range bird, which D brined using Stephan Pyles' recipe. It
was delicious, of course, but I really wanted to try the antique gobbler.
Thanksgiving dinner for us was held at a friend's place in Petaluma,
CA. I'd never been to California before. Woody Guthrie said it's a garden of Eden. He was right. I
walked the neighborhood Thanksgiving morning and picked enough figs to grill for the evening's
dinner, for example.
Friday, D and I drove to Point Reyes seashore and walked the cold windy beach till it started to
rain. I'd never seen the Pacific Ocean before. As the joke goes, I've still still seen only the
top of it. Later we stopped at a restaurant in Point Reyes Station where I had Hog Island Oysters
on the half shell. Amazing! Even though I love Gulf Oysters, I do believe the Pacific ones were
the best I've ever tasted. They went a long way towards making up for a truly silly Marin County
"artist" who sat next to us at the bar while we waited for our table. What a squirrel. He wanted
to sell his house, apparently --described it to his friends as being like a barn or a hunting
lodge or a cathedral -- said it was only a matter of fifty or a hundred thousand between his price
and the buyer -- said other stupid [censored] betraying a vacuous, money-soaked egomania. Loved the
oysters, though.
I got to fly first class both ways, which was a treat. D was already there when I left, but she flew
back with me. I was in first class and she was in coach. Did you ever see that episode of Sienfeld?
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