A Night at Book Larder

Every large city needs a decent cookbook store. New York has Kitchen Arts and Letters and Bonnie Slotnick Books (both extolled in this post). Portland has Powell’s Books for Home and Garden on Hawthorne Street. Vancouver had Barbara-Jo’s Books to Cooks, now of blessed memory (see last paragraph of this post). Seattle has the Book Larder. I confess that I haven’t frequented this store very often, as it’s in the Fremont neighborhood. As any long-time Seattle resident will tell you, I-5 presents a formidable barrier. There are limited streets that go over or under this road. And since Fremont is hipster central, parking can be problematic. Nevertheless, I’ve been to Fremont three times in the last month courtesy of Book Larder.

The first time was for a Book Larder- sponsored pretzel-making class at Sea Wolf Bakers. Our friend Bruce had signed up for this class, but he had to go out of town and asked me to go in his stead. It was great fun to fling flour in a real bakery. I want one of their steam-injected ovens, even though one would take up most of our garage. I took home pretzels, pretzel dough, a Sea Wolf Towel, and other baked goods.

Pretzel rolls. A little over-risen, but tasty.

The second time we went over on a Sunday afternoon to shop and for me to sign up for a book talk. Julian got this book, which appeals to his perfectionist side.

I got these three books. I’ve already made the red lentil and butternut squash soup out of the first book.

Melissa Clark writes regularly for The New York Times food section.

Last Wednesday I attended the book talk. The author, Judith Dern, is an acquaintance of mine. Her book is part of a series on the history of food and drink in various cities. The store was packed with fellow foodies. We’ll definitely visit the store more frequently, parking places permitting.

A potential bus commute book.

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In Search of Pasta Fazool

Julian’s father had a stock response when we’d ask him what was for dinner: “Pasta fazool.” He wasn’t particularly fond of the soup, he just liked saying its name. There was also an Olive Garden just outside his condo complex. This was a frequent dining destination when we’d visit them, as Julian’s stepmother was not an adventurous eater.

One hole in Seattle’s dining scene is non-chain, white-tablecloth Italian restaurants. These were special-occasion places when I was growing up. Oswego has Vona’s and Canale’s, which sit a block away from each other. Each has their proponents. Ithaca has Joe’s, which has gone through several iterations since I was an undergrad. Syracuse has Grimaldi’s and several others.

The closest thing we have to one of these restaurants in our neighborhood is Grazie. There’s a second outpost near Sea-Tac Airport, which I didn’t realize until I checked the website. We go there a few times a year, and were last there two weeks ago. It has the usual pasta, parmigiana, and veal dishes. I’ve never seen pasta fazool on the menu, though. Service is good. We got a very obsequious waiter on our latest visit. He did recommend crab cannelloni for Julian, which was excellent. I had the bolognese, which was also good. We wound up taking leftovers home.

The other gaping hole in Seattle’s cuisine is Jewish delis. I’ve already bemoaned that in this post. According to this article from Seattle Met, this may be changing. Unfortunately, none of them are near our usual stomping grounds.

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Sunday Brunch with Otters

This morning I looked out the living room window and saw four otters on the river. They were enjoying a fine brunch of what I assumed were crawfish. I must have watched the quartet dive and surface for 15 minutes before they swam to the far shore in search of more food.

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One Thing Leads to Another

Ah, the joys of home ownership. If one thing needs repair, it usually cascades into several. See my previous post, The Homeowner Begets. We’ve had an annoying problem with dishwasher odor, even after we’ve run a dishwasher cleaner. If plumbers are going to come fix one thing, we may as well have them fix several items. The master bath sink, washer taps, and hose tap all had a leakage problem. They were fixed, along with installing a cap on a gas tap on our upper deck.

The plumber’s visit got Julian thinking: Wouldn’t it be nice to have a single-basin stainless steel sink with a restaurant-style faucet? On last week’s trip to the hardware store, we gawked at sinks and faucets. We haven’t pulled the trigger – yet.

But wait! There’s more! To access the faucets for the washer, we had to take off the folding doors to the laundry alcove. These doors were warped when we moved in (or so we thought), so we decided to replace them. The doors we bought were damaged when we opened the packages. Julian exchanged one, but the new one came without the installation hardware. He spent hours on the phone haggling with the manufacturer and the hardware store. He finally wound up with two that were reasonably intact, but required painting. So our garage turned into a painter’s studio. Last night we installed the doors. Julian’s cursing could have been heard two towns away, but they finally fit in place. The problem is they look just as warped as the original set. It turned out that the track for the doors was installed improperly.

The plumber added another potentially expensive insight on his visit. The garbage disposal is over 20 years old and probably merits replacing. The assault on our bank accounts continues…

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A Night at the Opera

This post has nothing to do with the Marx Brothers or Queen. I went to the dress rehearsal of Rigoletto last night. Our friend Bruce volunteers with the Seattle Opera. Since his main date was out of town and Julian wasn’t up to go, I joined Bruce.

The Seattle production of Rigoletto is set in a more modern time than 1840’s Italy. Some operas can get away with such a treatment. Rigoletto, unfortunately, can’t. The plot is sadly dated. Rigoletto, the main character, is a hunchback who is the object of derision. His patron, the Duke of Mantua, keeps him around because he tells jokes. The Duke is a lecherous cad who’ll seduce anyone with two X chromosomes. The Duke’s entourage kidnaps Rigoletto’s daughter so she can be the Duke’s latest conquest. I think the opera would have been better in its original setting.

To be fair, the music was excellent and the singers were first rate. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around the story.

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A Plethora of Pepperoncini

I have four varieties of pepper plants on the upper deck this summer: One hot (mirasol), the other three less so. The two padron plants are doing well. The mirasol is slow, but steady. It has two peppers that are nearly ready to pick. I started the Japanese variety from seed late, and they haven’t blossomed yet. The big surprise is the pepperoncini plant. It’s going berserk. This morning I went out and picked these off the plant. These are destined to be pickled.

One plant, one morning’s harvest.

 

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Recent Acquisitions

It goes without saying that no trip to Portland is complete unless we stop at Powell’s Books. Because there was a blues festival downtown when we were there, we went to the home and garden branch on Hawthorne Street. I showed admirable restraint and walked out with four books, one of which Julian bought for me. The four from Powell’s are at the top of the stack.

More sources of inspiration.

The bottom book was purchased by Julian on Prime Day.

I used the Georgian cookbook for a cold leek and walnut salad on Sunday. This was in response to a suggestion from Julian. Unfortunately, he meant the leek recipe in Memories of Gascony. No matter. I’ll get to it eventually.

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Calling a Spade a Spade

The title of this post was a popular slang term in our parents’ or grandparents’ day. More recent equivalents are telling it like it is, cutting the crap, or speaking truth. It’s time for all good people to call a spade a spade: The current President is racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic, and a serial liar. Not to mention narcissistic.

Back in the day, children were told that their Presidents set (some) examples that should be followed. Franklin Roosevelt, who battled back from polio. Dwight Eisenhower, a self-effacing war hero. John F. Kennedy, the first Roman Catholic President. Barack Obama, the first African-American President. I am hard-pressed to see anything worthy to emulate in our 45th President.  I certainly wouldn’t want my 5-year-old nephew to do so.

Today’s post coincides with the death of former US Supreme Court Justice John Paul Stevens. Stevens earned a Bronze Star in World War II and was the 3rd-longest-serving Supreme Court Justice in history. At a gathering with his former law clerks earlier this year, Stevens exhorted  them to keep fighting for the rule of law. Now there’s an example worth emulating. Be at peace, Justice Stevens.

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How Do You Like Them Onions?

I’ve been disappointed by the quality of yellow/Spanish onions in grocery stores hereabouts. They  often have soft spots or are on the moldy side. Last night I asked the produce guy in our regular store why that’s the case. He admitted that they weren’t particularly good, and suggested I substitute the Walla Walla sweet onions. Walla Wallas have their place, but it’s not in cooking.

This morning I went to the fruit stand, thinking it would have a better quality onion. No dice. I think it’s because the California growers don’t cure them properly. They just crate them up and send them north. My friends back east who grow onions could teach the Californians a thing or two.

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Seattle vs. Portland Smackdown!

Seattle and Portland are friendly rivals, be it on the soccer pitch or in the national imagination. In the spirit of my previous compare and contrasts, here is the Seattle – Portland smackdown!

Coffee. Seattle has Starbucks, Caffe d’Arte, Vivace, and other outlets. Portland has Stumptown. Stumptown has come to Seattle, with one outlet on Capitol Hill.

Microbreweries. Ubiquitous in both towns.

Water. Seattle is hemmed in by Puget Sound, Lake Washington, and the Ship Canal. Portland has the Willamette and Columbia Rivers.

Restaurateurs. Portland has Vitaly Paley and Andy Ricker. Seattle has Tom Douglas and Eric and Sophie Banh. Each of them has multiple outlets in their respective cities. (Yo, Andy, when is Pok Pok coming to Seattle?)

Farmers’ Markets. We’ve been to Portland’s Saturday market before, but that struck me as more of a flea market. Pike Place Market rules.

Academics. Both Seattle and Portland have state-supported medical schools. Each also has a variety of public and private colleges and universities.

Hipsters. Both cities have them in abundance. Julian remarked as we walked up Hawthorne Street in Portland on Saturday, “I don’t think I’m hip enough for this neighborhood.” I feel that way in Seattle’s Fremont neighborhood.

Television. Portland has Portlandia. Seattle has had Frasier and Here Come the Brides (“The bluest sky you’ve ever seen, in Seattle…”) And, lest we forget, Bill Nye the Science Guy.

The score? There is no score. We’ll gladly visit Portland any time.

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