Tuesday, September 11, 2007

lunch...

What a great weekend and beginning to the week... and I usually do not. like. mondays. Friday, our friend morgan came in town, and we of course headed to the north end for italian. Saturday and Sunday, marie and i took our very first sailing lessons. each day was distinctly different. Saturday = hot, muggy, with a very careful almost timid instructor. Sunday = cold, rainy, with an instructor who wasn't afraid to let marie heel the boat until water came in. exciting! Also in the list of firsts, we had our first soccer game sunday (with morgan as our cheering section) and we won... and last night i went to orchestra rehearsal in cambridge. (Later I picked the two wanderers up from their red sox game... they hiked around beantown yesterday until their feet fell off).

There's something about the weather getting cooler that equals cooking... I've been on a cooking kick partly because of that and also because marie's back home (contrary to whatever my sister might say, I like sharing).
since morgan is in town, we made these crazy delicious tomato tart things that went down nice and easy with morgan's homemade guacamole.
a few days ago for lunch, I made this pita pizza (Ingredients: pesto sauce, one sliced tomato, parma. cheese/mozarella. Heat it in the toaster oven/microwave until the cheese melts. eat.). deeelicious.



Sunday, September 2, 2007

calm


yesterday, marie and i took the train to Providence; an hour of marie shooting out the window, the dog nestled at our feet. The south station terminal looks a bit like we entered into europe (the shot above is not marie's she'll be happy to say...). maybe it's remembering european explorations — relaxed days, exhilaration with each new discovery. marie said she feels like we're supposed to go from our walks — to the ICA or in the North End — back to a hotel room, instead of our apartment.
I still have to remind myself to relax, though. my friend nat brings out the calmness. In providence, we walked around thayer street, eating pizza, taking photos at the trolley stop, and dodging students moving into brown. last night, we ate a decadent dinner next to the canal toasting nat to be "a finder, not always a seeker."
today, lazy day seeping in, we grabbed breakfast at Loui's, walked through the RISD museum where a giant Buddha occupied a whole room by himself. We talked about remembering the kindness of strangers when other strangers are not...