I thought about writing R U SAFE? in very old okra sticks.
Except for a very good piece of halibut, everything seemed to have been sitting around for a long while, and spicing was lacking. Since we didn't finish the food and Hemant didn't ask about it I assume he knew what things were like.
We were comped a rice pudding that I'm pretty sure was made using a solera system.
this is both a terrible annoyance and somewhat funny.
we were gone for 3.5 weeks. i'd planted my veg. garden 10 days before departure. left a detailed guide for the house/dog-sitter and took her around the garden, going over everything in person. came home last night. went to the garden this morning and the tomatoes are all tall, spindly plants with barely any secondary foliage. the tomatillo looks like a deer went at it. asked her what she did. she said when she removed yellowing leaves (part of the instruction) she removed the stems they were on. she's basically destroyed all those plants. between the trauma done to them at a crucial growing stage and the fact that the garden just about gets the minimum amount of sun tomatoes need, there's no hope of recovery. also, among the herbs, there are some where she pulled out and threw away the actual plant while leaving the weeds behind...
note to self: do not entrust your garden to a 20 year old who doesn't know anything. if you are going to be gone for a crucial part of the growing season, just don't bother growing anything that needs real care.
on the plus side: she took great care of the dogs and the house.
Trust your cats. Mophers aren't fierce or even carnivorous AFAIK. Only question is whether or not you will allow your cats outside access. Trend seems to be not to, altho some country French friends used to keep their cat tethered out of doors because "cars flatten cats." I always had great pity for that cat who used to sun itself on a garden bench with its teeth bared.
N wants to keep cat/cats indoors. We have a couple of neighborhood cats (not sure if they're feral or belong to someone) who wander in and out of yards at will; one has already terrorized the two little dogs next door (Chihuahua and Chihuahua/dachshund mix). She doesn't want our pets to start getting into territorial battles.
Outdoor cats live short but exciting lives. We used to have many of them in Israel and they were lucky to see their fourth birthday.
Indoor cats are, in the end, just purring blobs of fat.
I like their pea greens with dried scallops, and yes that jellyfish dish is excellent. They do fry things magnificently although we were scratching our heads when a family nearby ordered a fried king crab.
I actually didn't particularly like the pig when we had it - the presentation is dramatic but I prefer for it to be either more suckling or less suckling, and not cold. Last time we were only three so we took their three meat plate, which I thought was nicer.
So a few days ago we wake up to crazy screaming and banging on the door. At first I thought Suzanne F had come to challenge me to an asparagus duel (I kid, I kid), but instead it was two guys going wild in the hallway. I then heard them go bang on all the doors and shout, probably trying to get someone to come out or open a door. Of course at that point I was contemplating the best thing to do if they manage to break in and thinking the razor sharp japanese kitchen knife is my best option - if not as a weapon, at least as an instrument of comedy of me in my underwear holding it.
Meanwhile Sivan was calling the police and finally the crazies gave up and went downstairs. Our very peculiar landlord who lives next door and heard the noises did the insane thing and went to confront them, gladly they seemed too drunk to care.
By the time the police came they were of course long gone. One down the block, the other apparently went out through the roof. Looked like they broke the building's front door lock to get in (not the hardest thing to do) and I'm sure given the many security cams they're on, the precinct will do its best to find them
In places with sophisticated foh there's going to be a standing order to have any non standard interaction around the bill handled by a manager (to thank people nicely, or to be discreet about credit cards not being accepted, etc.).
Well, yeah. And there's a whole class of cocktails called "shrubs", which contain those vinegar-based shrubs. It just never occurred to me that you could drink a shrub without the alcoholic accompaniment.
You just don't know enough people in kombucha circles.
Do you think I can call 311 about the bloody bird in the back yard who starts singing the most elaborate, loud, unignorable song every morning at 5am sharp? I heard someone responding today so hopefully he's found a mate, but oof.
Eta: OK, this would be funny if not for the promise of ongoing 5am wakeup: