Sneakeater

I can honestly say that I crave hot dogs EVERY DAY.

Neil Young & Crazy Horse: Colorado (it's better to burn out than it is to rust -- but it's better still to just go on forever) Cage: Chess Pieces/Sonatas and Interludes for Prepared Piano//Rietti: Chess Serenade (Leng Tan) Anthony Gatto: The Making of Americans (Dagmar/Stein/Calloway/Munn/Echelard/Mueller/Greenwald//JACK Quartet//Pinkcard/Zeitgeist) Bach: Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott/Christ Lag in Todesbanden/Gott der Herr Ist Sonn un Schild (Herreweghe/Collegium Vocale Ghent) (Martin Luther might have been an unregenerate anti-Semite who should rot in hell for that, but he was a pretty good lyricist, within his limitations) Haydn: Symphonies Nos. 49 "La Passione", 51-52 & 55 "The Schoolmaster" (Goberman/Vienna State Opera Orchestra) Giles, Giles & Fripp: The Cheerful Insanity of (when I think that this moderately delightful whimsical pop outfit mutated into King Crimson, I want to cry)

I'll bet they drink it with grilled sardines, too. I could go for some grilled sardines, to tell you the truth.

I think I'm turning Portuguese I really think so. I put on some Fado and made Bacalhau à Brás (the cod quick-desalinated The Wilfrid Way(c)). Sautéed kale on the side. (Kale is the great unifier: no one ever thinks it's overcooked.) 2017 Quinta de Serradinha Vinho Branco (Arinto e Fernao Pires) This wine may not quite be orange but it's deep yellow. Amber even. It's made north of Lisbon, in an isolated village called Leiria, in a totally trad low-intervention way (foot-trodden, even). The cool ocean climate keeps the alcohol level down. This is one tasty wine. Vibrant grapefruit. Almonds almonds almonds. Minerals aplenty. A sharp acid finish that was just what the eggs in the cod dish wanted. I'll bet they drink this with Bacalhau à Brás in Leiria.

https://www.eater.com/drinks/2015/11/18/9751918/are-room-temperature-cocktails-a-trend-worth-exploring

You use them up quickly if you keep dropping the glass container you're freezing the ice cream in.

You’ll be OK.

Actually, arithmetic analysis establishes it was four. Since I had six Bordeaux glasses and now I have all of TWO. (More on the way.) (Less painful than replacing my amplifier.)

Vaughan Williams: Serenade to Music (orchestral version)/Five Variants of "Dives and Lazarus"/The Lark Ascending/Fantasia on Greensleeves/English Folk Song Suite/Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis (Ehnes//Manze/Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra) (I'm no fan of English cowpatch music -- but even I have to concede this is pretty great) (how a former Baroque period-instruments violinist became the greatest Vaughan Williams interpreter of his generation is one of those Eternal Mysteries Of Music) The Jimi Hendrix Experience: Electric Ladyland Bach: Cello Suite No. 1//Beethoven: Cello Sonata No. 3/Minuet in G Major//Brahms: Cello Sonata No. 2 (Casals/Schulhof/Horszowski) Mozart: Sonata for Piano Four Hands//Schumann: Fünf Stücke im Volkston//Mahler: Piano Quartet//Mozart: Piano Concerto No. 25 (Martha Argerich and Friends)

Reheated leftover wild boar sausage ragu, over papardelle. There was no question this ragu would be even better left over -- and it was. More sautéed mustard greens on the side. Why mess with success? (Or disappoint voyager?) It's unimaginative of me, but I can't think to drink anything other than a Tuscan red with this, preferably a Chianti-like blend if not a Chianti. 2012 Poggio al Sole Chianti Classico This is overwhelmingly Sangiovese, with trace amounts of some other Chianti grapes. And I think it suffers a bit for that. The other grapes -- it sounds so much better if I say altre uve -- bring something to the party, brightening the flavor profile and making it less monochromatic. That was somewhat lost here, as there was so little of them in the blend. If I wanted a Rosso de Montalicino, I'd have opened one. Not that this was bad. Sangiovese by itself is a pretty delicious grape, with its forward black cherry flavor. And Chiantis are endlessly attractive, no matter what their blend, for their characteristic dustiness (I have no idea where it comes from or why they all seem to have it -- but they do). 2012 was far from the greatest Chianti vintage any of us has seen. But this was fine. Fine enough, anyway.

Gotta be the one on Only the Lonely, right?

This (Saturday) morning, at 7:45 AM, the lines at GAP were beyond tolerable. I didn't even try. I wonder why. Because it wasn't that hot out?

Telemann: Overture in A Minor/Concerto in C Major/Concerto a 6 in F Major (Brüggen/Fleischmann//Harnoncourt/Concentus Musicus Wien) (the recorder playing here is beyond what one would even have thought possible) Dvorák: Symphonies Nos. 4 & 5 (Kertész/London Symphony Orchestra) Gluck: Don Juan -- Final Scene//Jomelli: Fetonte -- "Ombre che Tacite qui Sede"//Haydn: La Canterina -- "Non v'e chi Mi Aiuta"/Symphony No. 49 "La Passione"//Beck Symphony Op. 3 No. 3//Traetta: Sofonisba -- "Crudel, Alimé, che fate?"/"Sofonisba, che Aspetti?" (Skerath//Page/The Mozartists) Couperin: Second Livre de Pieces de Clavecin: Neuvème, Dixéme, , & Onzème Ordres de Pièces de Clavecin (Cerasi) Beethoven: Piano Sonatas Nos. 28 & 31-32/Rondo Op. 51 No. 2 (Peter Serkin)

It's hard to believe that The Master Pulse Tycoon Of The Napa Valley is a small business.

You would not believe how great prices were in the late '70s. For like everything. (Despite how it sounds, that is not a thinly veiled drug reference.)