Of Note

dog paws Confession: On Saturday night, I stayed in and listened to The Chambers Brothers Pandora while cooking black beans from scratch, then placing them in small square containers and on into my freezer—thereby ensuring that over the next week a semi-edible meal would always be in reach. I also chopped all the vegetables I own into big piles and roasted them in the oven until they were tender and sweet—thereby making me want to eat them anytime I felt like I wanted to eat something.

This was all by way of something satisfying to do while I was drinking red table wine and letting the wind of Jimi Hendrix's guitar blow over me. Also? Preparing good food ahead of time causes you to eat good food. And waste less. And spend less money. It's a simple notion I learned in this rad book by Tamar Adler.

Anyhow, the night before, I'd finished work, sat in traffic, kicked the soccer ball for the dog, and then skated the coolest backyard bowl as the light fell, talking at length with backyard friends and drinking one tall cold backyard beer. Jamie gapped to tail slide. Michael made front Smiths. Sasha caused the coping to chirp. This was all followed by a bounty of late-night drinks and grilled cheeses at a corner bar.

So, you know, it's not as if I didn't do anything of note all weekend.

backyard bowl

Sasha, makin' that shit chirp!