Comments on: Dine & Dish #6: Amazing Graze

By: mrs D

mrs D — Wed, 08 Mar 2006 21:17:49 +0000

Chopper has something like six harmonicas. Not that he’s into the blues or anything, mind you.

Me. I have bizarre stringed instruments from Afghanistan. Not a clue what they’re called. Or how to tune them, for that matter.

By: cookiecrumb

cookiecrumb — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 21:57:49 +0000

Er, it’s a Martin. We had jobs then. Heh; money.
But whereas I don’t play, Cranky does. And he shouldn’t, yome sane? (Just pronounce those last two words; it’ll be clear.)
We are ridiculously over-instrumented. In addition to all those ukuleles I told you about, there’s a fiddle, a mandolin and a pearwood recorder. I’m OK on the recorder. Oh, I think I have one of those Peruvian tourist flutes too. And a harmonica. Oh, and a banjo.
I confess I don’t play any of them. Yard sale!
Holiday in Cambodia. (Remembers. Snerks.) I have a pin that says “Too Drunk to ____” …uh, y’know.
Hi, B’gina.
Wait. Were we talking about chicken feet?

By: mrs D

mrs D — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 19:51:11 +0000

Road trips – whee!

What sort of guitar? Do you play? I have an old (very old) Gibson, but I’m much better at banging out 3 chord punk on my fake, made-in-Taiwan Gibson SG. Yes, I still fondly remember the day when I first figured out the opening riff to the Dead Kennedys’ Holiday in Cambodia…

B’gina: how very cool! Keep us posted! Port Townsend isn’t that far off, you know. Well, two ferry rides, but the second one’s pretty short!

I just spoke today with a local farm owner who also sells her wool. I am so so annoyed that I packed my carding tools back in Portland — there’s amazing knitting & weaving supplies around here, what with all the sheep and schlamas.

By: B'gina

B'gina — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 02:57:20 +0000

If I may interrupt this love fest…heh…My dad grew up on a farm, and chicken feet were one of his favorite things. My mom boiled them for the really gelatinous broth they make, then used it for thickening something??? Anyway, he was a happy man when she did that. And, no, we’re not Chinese, although I’ve been mistaken for that. ;+)

I’m expected/hoping to be in that area in June, too. Port Townsend, actually. My friends will be opening the yarn and needlework place they’re buying, and I’m supposed to help. The old owner raises sheep and spins custom yarns. I can’t wait, although, my duties will probably consist of catering the food for the opening. Maybe we can all meet for a meal somewhere up there.

By: cookiecrumb

cookiecrumb — Sat, 04 Mar 2006 00:19:12 +0000

Hey, wait. Portland is just a portal. (Heh! I’m such a poet.)
We’ll come all the way up to the San Juans. We will.
Then you come here. Later. mmm.
Oh. Must add. Cranky and I did an eatin’ honeymoon. All those 25 years ago. Arthur Bryant’s and stuff.
Oh, PS, for the wood anniversary (20?) we got a guitar. Happy T-shirts.

By: mrs D

mrs D — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 17:30:51 +0000

Hah. So I just looked it up and apparently the second anniversary is the “cotton” anniversary. Chopper and I will buy each other t-shirts. We’ll move up to silver car v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y.

But… trip to Portland? In June? Nonono, you have to come further north because we’ll be in the middle of tourist season and it’ll be near impossible to get off this rock!

But… (again with the buts) later, after tourist season, Chopper and I are planning a trip. More on that later, as it’s a culinary excursion. Bay area is one of our destinations. Just sayin. :-)

By: cookiecrumb

cookiecrumb — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 17:20:28 +0000

It was altogether lung-y. Not at all disguised. I recall that it seemed really wet.
What’s even funnier, is I ate the cow lung in Kowloon. Snrk.
(PS: Added *boink* to your post: Yesterday Cranky proposed we buy a new car for our anniversary — silver, naturally — and take a trip to Portland. With Bean Sprout. See you there.)

By: mrs D

mrs D — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 15:19:51 +0000

Who sez, I’m not (quite) that old? It took me years (and years and years) to find the chef-o-my-dreams, y’know!

Cow lung? I don’t even think Fong Chong serves cow lung. Then again, I may have eaten it and not known what it was. Was it distinctive? Recognizable? Disguised as pork sausage?

By: cookiecrumb

cookiecrumb — Fri, 03 Mar 2006 04:14:21 +0000

Oh, *Ching Dow*! You rock. I knew I loved you.
Will you still love me when I tell you Cranky and I are celebrating number 25 this June? Yeah, people get that old. I hope you will. You will.
(Chicken feet: Tried them once. Cow lung too. Never again. What a wuss.)