Bach-ing it.
uisinger is out of town for much of this weekend. She's going to be spending tomorrow with grownie, who is going to be having a baby any minute now. That means I'm up here in Madison by myself, "bach-ing it" as the men in my family say.
Around seven thirty tonight I headed to Monty's Blue Plate for what has to be about the most American meal one can possibly eat - a Reuben with waffle fries, an Arnold Palmer, and warm apple pie à la mode. I did dip my fries in mayo, however, so I guess that's my Dutch side making some waves. I sat here, just down the counter from this sign, which is made of pure awesome.
After running to the store for some supplies, I came back to the house and baked a couple batches of almond macaroons for a picnic lunch tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon I'm going to be meeting my folks out in Spring Green, where Frank Lloyd Wright's mistress and six others were axe murdered in a fire set by his manservant, and which consumed his home, Taliesin. We're going to the American Players Theatre to see Shaw's The Philanderer and picnicking afterward. My contribution is dessert, which needs to be gluten-free as my folks are bringing a friend who suffers from celiac disease. Thus the macaroons, which I made with almond flour I ground myself, and the Greek yogurt and honey I'll be bringing along to round things out. I've got a sixer of Capital's Blonde Doppelbock to help keep things civilized.
As for the rest of the night, I've got the radio tuned to WERN for Jazz with Bob Parlocha, which is a pretty wicked jazz program that I'm pretty sure WFMT syndicates out of Alameda, for all you Chicago folks that might be interested. After Bob's show is over, I'm thinking I might be up for a double-feature of Yojimbo, which I've been meaning to watch forever, and Diner, which might be the perfect movie to watch while bach-ing it. There will probably a couple of G&Ts in there, too. I'm pretty sure there are some limes in the fridge. We'll see.
Around seven thirty tonight I headed to Monty's Blue Plate for what has to be about the most American meal one can possibly eat - a Reuben with waffle fries, an Arnold Palmer, and warm apple pie à la mode. I did dip my fries in mayo, however, so I guess that's my Dutch side making some waves. I sat here, just down the counter from this sign, which is made of pure awesome.
After running to the store for some supplies, I came back to the house and baked a couple batches of almond macaroons for a picnic lunch tomorrow. Tomorrow afternoon I'm going to be meeting my folks out in Spring Green, where Frank Lloyd Wright's mistress and six others were axe murdered in a fire set by his manservant, and which consumed his home, Taliesin. We're going to the American Players Theatre to see Shaw's The Philanderer and picnicking afterward. My contribution is dessert, which needs to be gluten-free as my folks are bringing a friend who suffers from celiac disease. Thus the macaroons, which I made with almond flour I ground myself, and the Greek yogurt and honey I'll be bringing along to round things out. I've got a sixer of Capital's Blonde Doppelbock to help keep things civilized.
As for the rest of the night, I've got the radio tuned to WERN for Jazz with Bob Parlocha, which is a pretty wicked jazz program that I'm pretty sure WFMT syndicates out of Alameda, for all you Chicago folks that might be interested. After Bob's show is over, I'm thinking I might be up for a double-feature of Yojimbo, which I've been meaning to watch forever, and Diner, which might be the perfect movie to watch while bach-ing it. There will probably a couple of G&Ts in there, too. I'm pretty sure there are some limes in the fridge. We'll see.