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I don’t actually know that this is a Lady Hawk, not being an ornithologist, and all, but a creature this regal needs a title other than it. She visited for her Sunday lunch, though we didn’t see her do anything but chase off a crow.

I hope you’re having a week full of wonder. We are hosting Lori and crew this evening for a Southwestern Supper extraordinare. It is 9:55, and I’ve already baked a cake, made dough for fresh tortillas, and have a pot of green chile and pinto beans bubbling on the stove. The house smells SO good!

We’ll be here for Thanksgiving, me and my favorite sous chef making dinner together. Roasted squash ravioli with brown butter sage sauce, green beans, home made bread, crispy kale, cranberry sauce (the jellied kind, because it rocks, no matter what people say), and the hubster’s favorite pecan pie. I think there will be a fire, too, two humans and two felines cuddled in close proximity.

I hope you have a marvelous holiday and know that I’m most grateful for your gentle presence in my life.

Big Hug!

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Update: Definitely not the same bird! The memory is not what it once was. A Sharp Shinned Hawk or juvenile Cooper’s Hawk are my best guesses. A new visitor nonetheless, huzzah!

Hello there. It’s been a while since I’ve shared a recipe. Summer, maybe? That raspberry cake, I think. How do those food bloggers do it, recipes galore? I am a long playing record on repeat. Drop the needle in the groove and watch me spin and spin until I start all over again. I like spinning. Twirling. Dancing. Laughing. And eating, especially meals like this.

The hubster and I have made a concerted effort, as of late, to further reduce our carbon footprint. Since our house is already chilly, he rides a bicycle to work most days, and I border on fanatical when it comes to recycling, composting, buying in bulk, organic, and all that jazz, eating less meat was the next logical step. We’re mostly weekend breakfast carnivores these days. The pull of chicken apple sausage and the spatter and hiss of bacon like water at the oasis. So a multitude of veggies, grains, and beans, oh, and cheese.

For this meal, I sauteed mushrooms and thinly sliced fennel bulb to perfection. A pinch of salt, grind of pepper, and a few fresh rosemary leaves the only seasoning. Piled on French toast dotted with melted brie. Drizzled with a teeny bit of syrup. A side of flageolets with a touch of butter and salt. Dinner, brunch, breakfast, anyone? Come on over!

Earlier

We eat at Boke Bowl, a high-ceilinged wonder dedicated to Japanese cuisine.

Shrimp Ramen Noodle bowl.

Pea Salad, one of the best salads, period.

Ominous clouds over dry pavement and the thrum of the masses,

homeward bound.

Water Avenue Coffee, but not for us, not that night.

Art for whizzing trains and ivy climbers.

Like a secret, meant for us all.

On which side of the tracks do we lie?

Light my world, the night, a brick wall.

Heading north.

I will roll my ankle on shattered glass while singing the praises of their Mortadella.

Said emphatically, like a Roman on a scooter!

Nibble on Whiffie Pies, chocolate coconut and mixed berry.

All before a drop falls and we head home.

Happy.

 

 

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First off, how does anyone not love a place this handsome? I mean, seriously, Portland, you are dapper AND nearly equidistant from mountain and sea!

Second, bridges! I love bridges, and Portland’s got them in spades (with another on the way, I might add), including my all-time favorite, the Saint John’s. Oh my dear, what a beauty you are.

Third, Portlanders are pretty cool. We care. We are creative and have fantastic art and music venues. We read a LOT, with the greatest number of books circulated for a city our size. We are open minded enough to elect an openly-gay mayor and smart enough to take him to task over some less than brilliant behavior, and, in my case, almost wish he was running again.

Fourth, we’re quite green. We have the urban growth boundary to keep sprawl in check. We like alternative energy sources, wind and biomass anyone? We drive (very politely, I might add) hybrid and straight-up electric cars, share cars, and ride bicycles everywhere and have a counter to keep track of the legions crossing the Hawthorne Bridge (the hubster has a knack for being a number ending in 74: 1974, 1774, hmm…). We reduce, reuse, and recycle like the dickens, even things like yard debris, kitchen scraps (however smelly), and motor oil, right at the curb! Because whether or not global warming is real, wasting resources is d-u-m-b.

Fifth, we are crazy about food and beverages! We care about the quality and the people who bring it all to us. We are vegans, omnivores, and uber-carnivores. We love LOCAL! We make cheese, pickles, sausage, whiskey, wine, beer, cider, and so much more. Being good stewards of the land and treating animals kindly, even if their ultimate end is on our dinner plate, is important. We also like food carts and have literally hundreds of them, with fabulous chocolate caramel potato chip cupcakes, Korean tacos (as yummy as they look), and beyond delicious gentle man-made crackers with artisan salami and cheese.

Sixth, we’re a little wacky. You can wait with your lover (hair resembling a My Little Pony doll) in a long line to buy a doughnut where, “The Magic is in the Hole.” It might be in the shape of a penis! Or, as is my favorite, the Grape Ape, be sprinkled with grape dust. We have Zoobombers (probably not what you think) and naked bike rides, the Portland Urban Iditarod, the Adult Soapbox Derby, and many, many tattoos (though the hubster and I remain hold-outs). I once saw a guy riding a unicycle dressed as Uncle Sam. He bowed before opening the door for me at Fred Meyer. So gallant!

On the downside, at least for me, we have miles of unimproved roads, lots of pot holes, and under funded schools, but damn it, don’t you dare think about raising taxes on our beyond amazing local micro-brews. We have strip clubs and creepy massage parlors and prostitutes galore! We still shoot unarmed black folks in distress. We beat gay men for holding hands.

The long and short of it? We are beautiful, brilliant, and flawed. Oh, and wet! Did you know that it rains in Portland? Yup, something like 38 inches a year, though not at the moment. The sun is shining!

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First of Fall

This was Saturday, the first of fall, the crispness requiring sweaters and long pants. We drove up to Multnomah Falls Lodge and had breakfast, early in the hush of morning. There was trout and eggs and huckleberry pancakes on dogwood rimmed plates. It was dreamy and lovely and a little silly, too. A fine start to the season and the day.

p.s. The hubster, when he looked at the post last night, said, incredulous at the beauty, “We live here!”

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