Sunday, June 17, 2007


Made pea and asparagus risotto while singing “This is the dawning of the age of asparagus” Friday night, then “grilled” some fresh sardines under the broiler a la Mark Bittman. Ummm, o man, very good. My dinner guest thought so as well. (I’d stopped singing by the time she showed.) Saturday night I took the leftover risotto and formed it into three patties and pan-fried to crisp deliciousness. Served on a bed of CSA mustard greens sautéed to mellowness, with a little red sauce on top. Yowsa good! Sunday morning dim sum in Flushing: the usual smorgasbord of slippery and fried in a cacophonous, mostly local (Chinese) barn of a restaurant called Ocean Jewels, including these firsts: chicken feet and some kind of blood pudding thing; both were acceptable, but I don’t think I’ll have them again. Best was the taro cakes, cubed up like home fries. Took the 7 train out, elevated over Fitzgerald’s valley of ashes. Not currently contemplating dinner.

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