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after bmc “butthole rainbow” and jsb prelude in eb minor
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Episode 5: We Call a LawyerIn the fall of 1998 the nicest of boulders, the greatest of all granite, The ROCK disappeared from the Lawrence University campus. Seventeen years later, we found it. We left it there—in the sun and in the snow, hidden away behind a yellow agricultural tub and assorted grasses of the Midwest—with nothing more than a vague hope that maybe, someday that two-ton hunk of stone could return to campus.
In Episode Five of No Stone Unturned we dig into court records. We call an attorney. We answer the questions we left murky in Episode Four. And we ask: How soon until The ROCK comes home? Listen now on Apple Podcasts <3
Okay so the kale, massaged and chiffonade-d and tossed in lemon juice, red wine vin, and olive oil is lovely; the orecchiette in egg, parm, garlic, pepper, and a bit of red wine vin could’ve been bolder and was nonetheless gooey and a real comfort in times of nuclear distress, but the REAL stand-out player here, folks, is…
the sauce
or is it more of a spread? When Sar first got a look at it her first two guess were hummus and baba, which are fine guesses indeed — especially since we have an eggplant on the verge sitting in the fridge.
Whatever it is, here’s what it is:
One onion — sliced, sautéed in olive oil, butter, salt, pepper, and a few sprigs of fresh rosemary; about a cup+ of walnuts, roasted in a somewhat conservative way; honey, maybe a tablespoon+ or so; olive oil, as necessary; heavy cream, as necessary but in good supply; and lemon zest. I put it all in the food processor for about…….. seven minutes, or until smooth as got dam. [If I had a fine mesh chinois, you know that motherfucker would’ve gotten involved.] I seasoned as necessary and let it chill. It was oniony and sweet and sooo nutty and creamy and, once it cooled off, SUCH a foil for the warm pasta and such a romantic counterpart for the brightness and air of the kale.
Inspired loosely by muhammara, but otherwise entirely improvised and unbelievably satisfying to serve up to Sar the moment she got home from work. And hour+ well spent.
I just finished Dan Barber’s “The Third Plate,” and I’ve also been on a real carbonara kick recently
ergo
Dan Barber’s Rotation Risotto // Carbonara
Last night I came closer to something that feels unique and also based on decent technique: my very own “farrobonara.”
I cooked farro in water, salt, and pepper — although I would’ve loved to have had stock at the ready. In my pan I warmed olive oil and garlic. Normally [for a meat eater] you’d throw some thicc guanciale in there as well, or even shiitake mushrooms [for the veggie-heads, á la M. Babish]. But I did not have those things. So I did not use them.
Once the farro was close enough to being cooked through, with still some peppery, kinda starchy [I hope] water left over, I threw that in the pan. Added the two eggs and a heap of parm, and proceeded to stir constantly over a low heat.
I know that, ideally, there’d be no heat under this eggy step of the carbonara process. Problem is, between the leftover farro water and the eggs, there was just too much darn liquid. I had to get that stuff cooked into the farro — and so I babied that mixture like Gordon Ramsey’s scrambled eggs.
I tossed in a splash of red wine vinegar, salt, and pepper, and then plated with more parm and a bunch of parsley. The result was MAGNIFICENT. It was creamy and deep and the pepper was so present throughout, and the splash of rwv [about which I was nervous] was 100% the right move.
But now the Rotation Risotto of it all!!
In his epilogue to TTP, Barber lays out a menu that he might serve in Blue Hill in the year 2050. One of the main courses is that risotta, a celebration of a full rotation of grain/legume crops, a jamboree that highlights the vast foresight [and diverse, grainy tasty things] necessary to just arrive at a decent kernel of wheat.
[This dish also includes a special summer squash, bred specifically for Barber to be smol n sweet. He purées the squash and swirls that into the risotto. Sounds lovely. I’ll get there eventually.]
But so now the impending trials and errors and tribulations and hopefully gooey results: Can something that resembles both OG carbonara and Barber’s RR come out of my kitchen? Can I throw pre-cooked spelt and farro and barley and whatever seems appealing into a pan w/ garlic and maybe shrooms or something green, and cook that mix down with white wine and, eventually, eggs+parm+salt+pepper? And maybe a splash of something acidic?
And will it taste good?
And will it be more than just an [extremely good] excuse to run around the apartment singing “Barber-farro-bonara party”?
Artist Hank Schmidt travels to scenic locations only to paint the pattern on his own shirt.
chaotic neutral
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sunday invention: farro and ricotta with beets and green apples
farro: first cooked low and slow in water, thyme, bay leaves, and apple cider, then cooked low and slow in butter/olive oil, cream, flour, ricotta, orange zest, and pepper
beets: roasted, then tossed with granny smith apples, honey, thyme, some sort of sweet vinegar, and smoked olive oil
plating = TBD (farro should be warm, and the beets and apples should be cold) (garnish with tarragon flower?)
thoughts: in the farro base, I was thinking “mac and cheese.” the beets should be chilled and bright, like a wake-up call against the ooey-gooey, kind of heavy farro.
edits: apple cider vinegar might be nice, and the orange zest should really come through
Which American Composer should you fight?
John Philip Sousa: Will you win? Probably not. He was in the marines, so he’ll probably kick your ass. But do it. Punch John Philip Sousa in the face. For all of us. I will pay you to fight Sousa.
George Gershwin: You could probably win this fight, but what will it accomplish? Nothing. He’ll just cry and you’ll hate yourself for making him cry.
Leonard Bernstein: Are you kidding? Have you ever watched Lenny conduct? Have you seen his music and time signature changes? He’ll kick your ass.
Aaron Copland: DO NOT, I REPEAT DO NOT FIGHT AARON COPLAND. HE IS SIX FEET OF PURE, CONCENTRATED ANGER. AARON COPLAND WILL DESTROY YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU LOVE.
John Cage: Fight John Cage. Just do it. You know you want to after that 4'33 bullshit. Use your rage to fuel you and you will win. Just remember: people buy sheet music for 4'33.
John Williams: Don’t fight John Williams. He will crush you with his massive amounts of money. You will die, suffocating under the checks for Hedwig’s Theme and The Imperial March.
Louis Moreau Gottschalk: You will definitely win this fight. No one really knows who he is, but fight him. There is no chance you will lose
Eric Whitacre: ABORT MISSION. I’m like 80% Eric Whitacre is some sort of God incarnate and you don’t want to incur his wrath.
Charles Ives: Do not fight Charles Ives. He is a precious cinnamon roll, too good for this world. Too pure. Just let him continue writing his weird music. He hurts no one.
*Every Horn player ever teams up and fights Sousa*
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
lol Ives was a cantankerous homophobic fuckwit, please fight him. i mean, he’s scrappy and a good wrestler, so it’ll be a struggle, but he’s also an honest fuckwit, so he’ll at least grant you your victory if you come out on top
also Eric Whitacre talks a big game but he’s all bluff and bluster — a tight attack could take him down like *that*. of course, then you’d have to deal with his untold legions of fans and that … that is a fight you would lose
while we’re here:
John Adams: sure, why not? i mean, you’ll probably lose, and even if you don’t, he’ll write about it smugly later claiming you did, but admit it, you want to punch him in the face
John Luther Adams: can you even find John Luther Adams? he is probably out lying in the middle of a field somewhere listening to nature sounds. he would love for you to join him. it would be so relaxing. if you do try to fight him, tho, be prepared for 20 minute bursts of fff snare drum rolls
Pauline Oliveros: you have already lost to Pauline Oliveros. she can hear your thoughts before you even have them
Jennifer Higdon: if you have some energy you want to burn off, Higdon would be a great sparring partner. like, it won’t really be a fight, but she’ll keep coming back for another round regardless of the outcome of the last one until you wander off in exhaustion
Amy Beach: on the one hand, she seems like a Beautiful Cinnamon Roll who only wants to write pretty things, but on the other, i feel like you don’t have a career as successful as hers as a woman in the late 1800s without being tough as nails, so she probs has hidden depths. beware
Ruth Crawford Seeger: are you trying to die???? RCS will fuck you up. she’ll fuck up your family. she’ll fuck up your house. RCS doesn’t care. do not fight Ruth Crawford Seeger. you will not live to tell the tale
brin, yr improvements absolutely killed me [espeeeccciiallly pauline] BUT ALSO
Meredith Monk: Yelps, wails, and grunts while fighting, which becomes incredibly infuriating and ultimately distracts you from the task at hand. If you can get a hand on one of those braids, you maybe have a chance. Otherwise, it’ll be a lost cause from the get-go.
Franz Haydn: Have you SEEN the Esterhazy’s gym equipment? All those years cooped up in that estate led to Results, friends. This man is ripped. Muscles where you wouldn’t think you could grow muscles. Fight Haydn and you will lose, and he will laugh about it for weeks.
Ludwig van Beethoven: Please do not fight this man. If you do, everyone will get all ~interested~ and people will make the fight seem waaay more important than it is. He’ll win, fine. Yes, he’s good. But honestly, is it worth all the bluster and the bother and the to-do? Nah. Move on. Next.
i put “All I Want for Christmas is You” through a MIDI converter, and then back through an mp3 converter
the result is this garbage
I’m driving myself up the wall because I swear I can hear the vocal line but I don’t know how that could be if it was truly converted to MIDI. Unless you can replicate speech sounds entirely with modulated MIDI notes, in which case I’m actually impressed with this tire fire of an MP3.
THE SEASON OF MIRTH RESUMES
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