We’re back from nearly a week away at Bonnaroo – well, four days at the festival, and two days in transit with hilarious dudes and our trusty Richard Simmons. Over the course of the festival, I slept on the ground, ate awesome samosas, and saw a whole lot of fabulous music:
- MIA’s last show ever was flat-out insane, especially immediately following !!!. I danced my ass off and was sweat on by a variety of people.
- Managed to catch the only MGMT song that I really love.
- Soul-fun with Sharon Jones in the hot-hot sun.
- Somehow almost every band that I saw had at least 5 people on stage. Broken Social Scene was no exception.
- Aimee Mann playing “Save Me” and “How Am I Different”. Mark said that was the only time all weekend that he got goosebumps.
- Iron & Wine was magical. I cried like a baby. So did Shane, a little.
I’ll be posting more photos over the next few days, but in the interim I’ve also created a post-Roo muxtape to capture the highlights. I’m so glad that we went.
Not a whole lot to report this week as we were gone to Bonnaroo from Wednesday through Monday. Our pet sitter kindly took care of our garden in our absence. We have tomatoes growing on the vine, but both the parsley and cilantro are definitely gone. Time to dig ’em up and plant something new! Lots of lettuce, beans getting taller, and one little strawberry. Nom nom nom.
In addition to our OLS meal, we had some failed zucchini pancakes, awesome awesome bison burgers, and munched on local peas and cherries in the car while waiting in line outside the ‘Roo festival grounds. While the food we had at Roo was fantastic, we’re both glad to be home and back to eating good things – well, in theory at least.
I was totally brain-dead after work last night but, knowing that we’d be out of town for a few days for Bonnaroo, I managed to pull together our all-local meal anyway. Let’s call it “eggs in a nest”.
What I really wanted was zucchini pancakes, but lacking local flour, that was out of the question. Instead, I shredded 1 zucchini, 1 beet, and a bunch of garlic scapes, tossed them with some egg (in an attempt to bind the pancakes, which failed), and made a brightly-colored hash. I tossed it all around with some butter, salt, and pepper until everything was tender and flavorful, then threw in a handful of chopped herbs from our garden (parsley, basil, and chives). Next, I wiped out the pan, melted some butter, and scrambled a few eggs, including one giant one that had a double yolk. We’ve definitely had double yolk eggs before – but I can’t remember ever having an egg that was clearly a different size than the rest, thus predicting the double yolk. Some of the eggs had straw still stuck to them. I love it!
When all put together, it was incredibly flavorful and delicious, and we’d definitely make it again.
We washed it down with a hefeweizen from Blue & Gray Brewing Co.
Shane approves! Mina did, too.
For the sake of argument, our definition of local is ‘produced within 150 miles of our home’, as that’s the definition used by one of the three farmers’ markets we frequent (Foggy Bottom). The Courthouse market’s range is slightly more restricted – 125 miles – but still generous. Within that range there are wineries, breweries, u-picks, and the Atlantic Ocean!
On a related note, does anyone have recommendations for good regional/seasonal cookbooks? I’ve been poring over my Jamie Olivers, my Moosewoods and vegetarian tomes, my vintage Joy of Cookings, but am consistently finding recipes that contain my local ingredient plus two or more things not even remotely from here. Tonight I picked up Serving Up the Harvest after long and careful scrutiny at Borders, and I’m desperately waiting for Blue Eggs, Yellow Tomatoes to come in at the library (I have to wait til at least July 11!). Any suggestions are welcome!
No photos from our OLS week 2 menu due to the fact that our Internet at home is total crap currently. Also, I realized that the OLS challenge started on June 1 rather than June 1 being the first reporting date, so maybe we’ll just call last week’s meal a wash. Meal #2 menu:
Salt-cured ham from Cibola Farms (74 mi.), baked with herbs from our garden (O mi.) and a viognier from Rappahannock Cellars (67 mi.).
Beets from a farmers’ market vendor (<125 mi.), roasted with the viognier and herbs from our garden.
The ham was overcooked because I didn’t time things quite right, but both were delicious, and the ham bones are in the freezer waiting to enrich a soup later in the year.
Week 6: growing
- The beans are growing like wildfire.
- Lettuce looking a little down-trodden thanks to storms and 100 degree heat.
- One flower on the chili!
Week 6: eating
- froze 3 batches asparagus, 1 batch sliced zucchini
- bought beets, peas (in and out of the shell), zucchini, white cherries, cucumbers, sweet potatoes, garlic scapes, salad greens, and raisin-walnut bread
- also pork cutlets and buffalo burgers
- we’re eating more vegetables than I can recall ever regularly eating in my life
We here in #505 are a bit tired of this whole primary season, and are delighted to see things pull to a close assumedly in Obama’s favor. (It’s interesting that when I did a spell check on ‘assumedly’, it suggested ‘assuredly’, which is what I’d like to think. Thanks, Firefox, for the power of positive thinking!) It’s been an interesting, exhausting process, especially here, in such close proximity to the nation’s capitol (or actually in the capitol, as I am right at this moment). The massive voter turnout and level of engagement at every step of the process has really renewed our excitement and engagement as well.
There’s an Obama rally this evening at the Nissan Pavillion, but given their stellar record for dealing with traffic, and given the storms coming, and given the incredible lines at his rally in St. Paul yesterday, I think we’ll be staying home. We’ll be there in spirit, though, and we’ll be there at the polls come November.
Something kind of magical happened yesterday, and I just have to tell you about it. On our way to our parking spot last night, we drove by the Place Where All Large Household Things Go To Die in our apartment building. It’s usually populated with beat-up couches, office chairs, and other abandoned furniture. All of that stuff was there, of course, but! to our great surprise and delight, so were two screen doors.
Instead of windows, our apartment has sliding patio doors in both the living room and the bedroom. The bedroom has a screen door, which is lovely because we can have fresh air at night, but the living room door – the one that goes out onto our balcony – does not. Since our cats are prone to escaping and other such hijinks, this is a significant problem. Either we can have our door open with the cats carefully supervised, or we can have the door closed and rely on the fresh air from the bedroom. You can see how this might be a pain in the ass, and how the appearance of the screen doors was a bit of a miracle.
It took much finagling – including trying to get the door in two separate elevators, up five flights of stairs, and through our building’s lobby – but we did it! And now we have a screen door, and it’s fabulous.