We can buy the flowers ourself + GRID opening in Phx
Here we are again! Time is still thin. My thoughts were more coherent last week. Mentally, I'm in the fluffy center of this white Sonoran wheat pretzel with guinea hen butter, and AZ honeycomb I ate at Valentine on Wednesday. More thoughts on their delightful food later.
I've been reading Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf the last three days and am almost done with it, and also don't want it to end. The book opens, "Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself," which reminded me of Miley Cyrus singing, "I can buy myself flowers." There might be something there. At night I'm reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory out loud to my kids. Cabbage soup gets a lot of play time in the first chapters. I received the first of my Whetstone magazine subscription (Volume 10) and am tearing through it learning about "the ideal spot for oyster farming, the cuisine of Turkey’s Black Sea region, a personal relationship with the cuy of Peru and a not-so-sweet history of sugar beet farming" and much more. I'm also excitedly anticipating the paper copies of Little Engines (which is available for free until sold out!) and the first issue of Still Alive. In honor of Jazz legend Wayne Shorter passing, I'm reading the open letter he and Herbie Hancock penned to the next generation of artists. "We are not alone. We do not exist alone and we cannot create alone."
>>Arizona Highlight<<
Loving this Phoenix-centric newsletter and their latest issue all about Abigail Spong's newest venture. GRID -- an exploration of interconnection -- opens in Phoenix at aftermarket on March 10 at 5:55 p.m. They'll have "an arrangement of products from friends in phoenix + across the world, plus, refreshments provided by @caffioespresso."
Writing this week meant sending emails I've been avoiding. Guess what -- they weren't as bad as I thought! And the people who replied were kind!
Two nights ago I cooked a pot of bolognese (improvised on Marcella Hazan's recipe by skipping the milk and using sake instead of white wine because I'm all out) and then realized I didn't have any pasta, so the sauce waits in a mason jar in the fridge.