Sunday, December 11, 2011

Carrots in Champagne




I found this recipe in an old New Orleans charity church cookbook on sale at The King of Records on Queensberry Street. The King, a great junk shop, is now sadly gone but not forgotten. Over the years it furnished my garden in the Fenway with chairs, tables, umbrellas and loads of books, the garden being my favorite reading spot, including Julia Child's The French Chef Cookbook. Jerry, the former owner, is a fellow gardener in the Fenway, holding informal jam sessions with his many musician buddies under his huge katsura tree, brought back from Japan at the end of WWII.

This is a flexible and forgiving recipe. It isn't even necessary to quantify it. Just use whatever amounts strike your fancy, within the realm of good taste. I've kept it simple to serve as a side with substantial fare such as bird. If wanted, it could be extended with, say, some shavings of prosciutto or Parmessan or maybe with herbs.

This recipe invariably invokes a few puzzled looks when it's set on the table. Then this delicious dish gets totally demolished leaving no doubters in its wake.

INGREDIENTS
carrots
green table grapes
butter
maple syrup
champagne

PREPARATION
1. Trim the tops and tap roots off the carrots. Peel. Slice thinnly.
2. Steam, or boil in water to cover, until the carrots are al dente, or tender-crisp. Drain and let dry.
3. Slice a bunch of green table grapes along their length.
4. Melt butter in a skillet over medium heat. Whisk in the champagne and maple syrup.
5. Add the carrots and grapes. Saute until the carrots are tender. Serve as a side.

Friday, December 9, 2011

December 9, 2011



As the Occupy Boston encampment in Dewey Square is broken up, the O.B. website offers a quotation from Dr. King, whose concern was always with economic as much as racial justice, which he considered to be inextricably linked.

Thought for the day ...
True compassion is more than flinging a coin to a beggar; it is not haphazard and superficial. It comes to see that an edifice which produces beggars needs restructuring. A true revolution of values will soon look uneasily on the glaring contrast of poverty and wealth.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Image ... Clock and lights, Nixon Street.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

December 8, 2011



Image ... Lief.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

December 7, 2011



Image ... Patio umbrella.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

December 4, 2011



First frost in the garden. The dark mud rimed with a white dusting. The sodden paths now firmer underfoot. And this is December! The latest frost I can recall. Oh, there was a snowstorm around All Hallows' Eve, but that doesn't count. Frost is frost and snow is snow. No one ever skied on frost.

Our first fall frost usually descends between mid to late September. And this one was only in the gardens, sloping down toward the Muddy River. Nowhere else that I noticed in the city, a chill walk across town.

Image ... Nudes on a glass vase.

Saturday, December 3, 2011

December 3, 2011



Image ... Installation at a church on Berkeley Street, Boston.

Friday, December 2, 2011

December 2, 2011



This is one of those images that I have no idea what the source photograph was, much less how it got to look this way. Often I apply multiple filters, sometimes several times, until things get interesting. There's always the Undo button if I go too far. In fact, this may not even be one of my photos, it may be a found image. Whatever it was, it looked nothing like this.

Thought for the day ...
Facts are better than dreams.
Winston Churchill.

Image ... Wake.