{"id":1810,"date":"2004-10-13T04:03:00","date_gmt":"2004-10-13T04:03:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2004\/10\/13\/civilization-its-all-about-knives-and-forks"},"modified":"2004-10-13T04:03:00","modified_gmt":"2004-10-13T04:03:00","slug":"civilization-its-all-about-knives-and-forks","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2004\/10\/civilization-its-all-about-knives-and-forks\/","title":{"rendered":"\u201cCivilization \/ it\u2019s all about knives and forks\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
Tuesday night, and I feel selfish and lazy and wonderfully sleepy. I love a quiet night at home like this, eating a simple dinner of peanut butter on warm toast and zucchini in a tomato-y sauce with onions, capers, and mint. Afterwards I dug into the freezer and came out with half a chocolate g\u00e2teau fondant de Nathalie<\/a>, from which I cut a generous wedge. With a few seconds in the microwave and a cold glass of milk on the side, it was luscious. Dinner alone, if approached willingly, can be the greatest luxury.<\/p>\n But dinner with others is awfully nice too. Sunday night brought Nicho back from the Olympic Hot Springs and to my apartment, where we drank Grant\u2019s Mandarin Hefeweizen and ate the fresh lamb sausages I\u2019d picked up on Saturday with Margot at Uli\u2019s Sausage<\/a>. We also roasted a halved delicata squash with olive oil and coarse salt, and I made a tomato bread salad <\/a>with what I\u2019m afraid may be the last of the summer\u2019s heirlooms. We finished things off with the aforementioned chocolate cake, which Nicho put away like a pro, all the while claiming to not be a fan of dark chocolate. He also claimed that he couldn\u2019t remember the Spanish word for \u201cswan\u201d and instead told me that my neck is like a goose\u2019s. He is lovely.<\/p>\n But tonight there\u2019s much to be said for feeling solo and sleepy and still and too full. I almost missed my bus this morning but didn\u2019t, and on this afternoon’s bus I almost didn\u2019t spill a big glug of water down my front but did. David Byrne is doing his loud and exquisite opera number<\/a> on the stereo. My pinky toes hurt from hoofing around downtown in my ultra-pretty, ultra-pointy black heels.<\/p>\n I\u2019m so predictable. [Thank you, DB, for the title.] Tuesday night, and I feel selfish and lazy and wonderfully sleepy. I love a quiet night at home like this, eating a simple dinner of peanut butter on warm toast and zucchini in a tomato-y sauce with onions, capers, and mint. Afterwards I dug into the freezer and came out with half a chocolate g\u00e2teau fondant de Nathalie, from which I cut a generous wedge. With a few seconds in the microwave and a cold glass of milk on the side, it was luscious. Dinner alone, if approached willingly, can be the greatest luxury. But dinner with others is awfully nice too. Sunday night brought Nicho back from the Olympic Hot Springs and to my apartment, where we drank Grant\u2019s…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"acf":[],"yoast_head":"\n
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The dirty dishes are calling.<\/p>\n
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