Friday, July 8, 2011
I suppose it's crossing my mind now because I'm going down to the city tomorrow for the day, via Amtrak. I obtained the tickets already, days ago, to avoid the sticker shock I encountered last time I purchased them, moments before a trip; the price had doubled from what I had looked up online due to an airline-like pricing model in which prices fluctuate according to - not supply/demand precisely - there were plenty of seats the offpeak time I went - more like extortion pricing. Lesson learned, and the tickets are tucked away in my pocketbook.
So I'm headed down mainly to catch a gallery exhibit - but now I find my mind wandering. Maybe I'll head down to Soho and buy another bottle of babelube, I'm running out, and wouldn't mind checking out other toys with you & me in mind; and from another shop I could use lemon verbena bath soap - it's all about body oils & soaps & fragrances, darling! - shows where my head's at. But I don't know how much walking I'll be doing, I plan to wear sandals - I can't exactly traipse all over town on foot as though it's simply an urban conservation area. Ah, my vanity! I've become vain, a little bit. I'm looking forward to wearing my nice skirt outfit - formfitting crinkly print blouse with neckline ruffle high at the back - Pucci kaleidescope meets formal Chinese - atop black flatteringly flared pencil skirt... and new sandals to match. Of course I wish perfume!
So how are you darling? I hope all is well with you. If you were with me then I would offer you nibbles of delicious things I made today. The pissalediere came out divine, crust perfect, sweet onions caramelized, salt flavors of olives & anchovies all fusing together - oh! I also made another pizza, also long & rectangular, of fresh mozzarella, farmstand tomato, minced garlic, sprinkling of oregano, and when I pulled it puffed & bubbling & melted out of the 500 degree oven I topped it with minced fresh basil that I had just brought home from the weekly CSA run - and the aromatic basil absolutely made it. Seriously - swoon material - I would (and have) paid serious money for a pizza like that. And last I made a summer-squash pie, like spinach pie with the eggs and phyllo and feta - but no spinach. The pie came out well - but disconcertingly exclusively yellow what with the sunny vegetable and bright yolky eggs. With the flaky golden crust the creation looks like a nutty food experiment in yellow. But it's delicious, and warmed up will make a convenient breakfast on the fly as I hurry to catch my early morning train.
So I don't know what tomorrow will bring, I have tentative plans to meet for lunch with an old friend, but she seems very busy & scattered & getting ready for a week's excursion of her own - so I'm guessing that it won't happen. It would be nice to see her, and especially to have a long chatty lunch with her, but if it doesn't I'm fine with that too - truly, in this case, whatever.
I hope to blog tomorrow, but it may be a bit late, I won't be home much before eight. My thought is that I will try to jot down thoughts on my train ride back, that I can quickly type up and post...
Ta for now darling. Sleep well, dear Minotaur.