{"id":1833,"date":"2004-08-18T05:46:00","date_gmt":"2004-08-18T05:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2004\/08\/18\/oh-seattle"},"modified":"2015-09-24T03:54:40","modified_gmt":"2015-09-24T03:54:40","slug":"oh-seattle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2004\/08\/oh-seattle\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh, Seattle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Seattle, the Ave makes me sad, and you\u2019d better do something about it. It\u2019s the strung-out street kids and their skinny dogs. I suppose the Ave is good for those days when I enjoy being ogled and harassed, but for the most part, it just makes me sad. Seattle, are you listening?<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of the Ave, I met my dear friend Kate for an early-evening drink yesterday before her GMAT class in the U District. We sat next to the window, where there was a cool-ish breeze coming in from the door, and we Ave-watched and drank Bohemia with big wedges of lime. Kate had brought me <strong>a groaning basket of treats<\/strong> from her family\u2019s garden: dozens of dusty purple prune plums, ten or so little Japanese pears, and big handfuls of Romano beans.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" height=\"411\" src=\"http:\/\/orangette.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2004\/08\/Dusty_Plums1.jpg\" width=\"419\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Opening my refrigerator gets more and more satisfying every day. Summer\u2019s bounty, you are mine all mine. I think a plum-and-honey tart is in the works for this weekend.<\/p>\n<p>It strikes me that I must sound like a broken record, going on and on about Romano beans and ricotta and plums and tomatoes and and and and, but it\u2019s a delicious monotony. One of my childhood babysitters used to tell me that I\u2019d turn into chocolate milk if I drank too much of it. Dear Virginia Hamilton, rest in peace. If your reasoning is correct, I suppose <strong>I\u2019m now going to turn into heirloom tomato-bread salad<\/strong>. Delicious monotony, indeed.<\/p>\n<p>But when I\u2019m not reveling in garlicky bread and tomatoes, I often find myself bothered by the fact that I\u2019m not fearless, food-wise. I do love liver, preferably chopped chicken liver with caramelized onions, eaten off the side of a knife or spread on hunks of boule from Au Levain du Marais. Actually, liver in any form will do. But on the other hand, take snails: I fear them alive; I fear them dead. Or witness tripe, which has been described as <a href=\"http:\/\/www.granta.com\/extracts\/816\">tasting like a hot-water bottle<\/a>. I hear kidneys can taste like urine, although I do wonder how many of us have tasted urine. I worry about the gelatinous quality of oxtails. And a friend told me today about a Korean dish that conjures up what may be the most horrific mental image I\u2019ve had in quite some time. A block of tofu is boiled in a pot. Live baby eels are added. The eels, seeking the coolest place left to them, <strong>burrow madly into the tofu<\/strong>. They die there. The block of tofu is then sliced and eaten. This aforementioned friend also told me about a dish involving little octopi that are hacked up alive and then eaten with a dipping sauce, their <strong>body-bits still squirming and twitching<\/strong> on the plate. He said that you have to chew them very thoroughly so that the tentacles don\u2019t cling to your gums and tongue and throat. The mere thought of this makes me feel itchy.<\/p>\n<p>But on a brighter note, dear reader, today ends well. We drank Champagne after evening mat class at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.ppnwseattle.com\/\">Pilates Powerhouse NW<\/a>. Rebecca Leone, my former employer and owner of Pilates Powerhouse NW, is a genius. A force of nature, nothing less. Alarmingly strong. I try to stay out of her way. She wears enormous diamonds. She downs coffee mugs full of Hershey\u2019s kisses and orders the biggest steak on the menu. Today I watched her eat an entire tub of cottage cheese and drink three glasses of pink Champagne.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Seattle, the Ave makes me sad, and you\u2019d better do something about it. It\u2019s the strung-out street kids and their skinny dogs. I suppose the Ave is good for those days when I enjoy being ogled and harassed, but for the most part, it just makes me sad. Seattle, are you listening? Speaking of the Ave, I met my dear friend Kate for an early-evening drink yesterday before her GMAT class in the U District. We sat next to the window, where there was a cool-ish breeze coming in from the door, and we Ave-watched and drank Bohemia with big wedges of lime. 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