Nooooo baking today – too hot! We did have a great day. Luna and I did our usual walk in the early a.m. then came home to see Paul roasting away in the sun getting a little boat he built for a customer ready to go. This person has decided they want to take her to the Mystic Boat Show the end of June.
This first picture Paul is fitting the mast.
His Lucky Feather! He said as he was leaving Arkansas this feather fell out of the sky and landed on his head…no birds in sight. He took it as an omen he was going to have a safe flight home. Whatever! He did.
He’s pretty handy at sewing – he’s leathering the mast. I see him doing this with oars but can’t remember having seen him leather a mast before. He does nice work.
At the end of the day I found what looked like it could be one of my frozen pizza crusts in the freezer – it was (it looked suspiciously like a pie dough, but it wasn’t). So I dug out of the fridge what was hanging around, some olives & broccoli was about it then some feta, cheddar & parm. Prior to baking:
Absolutely yummy but really who knows? As it was baking I made us some holiday drinks…..a Margarita for me, 3 oz. cointreau, 3 oz. taquila and 3 oz. lime juice….oh my, it was fab. Paul had a gin and tonic and then my second margarita (the above makes 2). I barely remember eating the pizza. That stuff is potent. I don’t know how people can drink in public and drive home, walk home, or even think about talking to another human being. I went to bed.
But, it was interesting; we were talking about taste memories. Paul sipped his drink and it brought back really fond memories of Samoa where he was for a year when he was 26, building a boat of course. He said every time he has a gin & tonic – which is perhaps 2x a year he is right back there at Aggie’s Bar in Pango Pango (spelling?). My food memories are of heftier stuff: my grandmothers pot roast, corned beef & cabbage, cocoa cola and Uneeda biscuits. Weirdo. But, what I’m getting at is this morning on NPR they had a discussion of food tastes and memories and how people don’t remember what they ate or what it tasted like. There are all these chefs doing molecular experiments with food and bringing DRAMA, into the act now with actual plays, music, etc. while your eating so you might remember the food. Doesn’t that seem weird? Do we have to be stimulated all the time? I think my food memories were actually quiet moments when you could concentrate and really think about what you were eating. When food, good food, was served at my grandmothers everyone shut up and ate. It was extremely peaceful. Perhaps that is what triggers your taste buds for memory. But, what do I know? As usual, I have the opposite of the current popular thoughts.