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The Weekend
Jun. 28th, 2009 02:52 pmI'm not sure what I did, besides walk up Capitol Hill and back down, but my butt hurts this morning.
The main Eastern Market building had its official reopening yesterday. I saw lots of pretty things that I can't afford, of course, but I did buy some food. There was Grayson cheese available at the cheesemongers. I love it even better than the Taleggio recommended at the bottom of that page. I also got a bit of very ripe stilton. In addition, I bought apple butter and applewood smoked sea salt from a local vendor and Sourwood Honey from another one. My biggest purchase was a large mixed planting of herbs (sage, basil, two types of parsley, thyme, oregano, dill, and possibly another type of oregano or savory).
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eanja's fresh herbs to work with, so, if I can keep them alive, this should be a real boon to my cookery.
The florist gave me an iris. There is a wealth of meaning for me in that flower. The big showy ones were my maternal grandmother's favorite flower. The blue, Dutch Iris, like this one, is the flower of welcome in Belgium. Not only were they planted widely and available in bouquets year round, many of the Art Nouveau townhouses had Iris stained glass set into the front door or the transom above it. It gave me great joy. It's opened since I put it in water.
When I got home, I rehydrated. I also dug out some tomatoes, broccoli and cauliflower crudites, and some leftover Chinese pickles and had myself a picnic. The smoked sea salt tasted wonderful on the tomatoes.
Today I had breakfast at the Museum of the American Indian and then saw the exhibit of Tsarist treasures at the Sackler. I finished up at the Freer. There's a room that has pottery that's been repaired with gold lacquer. It's a small room, but the pieces are exquisite. There's something profoundly satisfying about acknowledging the breaks rather than trying to repair them invisibly.
I'm probably going to spend the rest of the day being lazy. Tomorrow, I have two Instructional Aide interviews and I'm going to try to arrange a couple more for later in the week. In my ideal world, I'll get the middle school or high school that are up by Eastern Market. It would mean I'd walk three miles a day on most days. There's a bus that's quite convenient too on days with really horrible weather.
I'm also still applying for other, better paying, jobs. Maybe something will come through.
The main Eastern Market building had its official reopening yesterday. I saw lots of pretty things that I can't afford, of course, but I did buy some food. There was Grayson cheese available at the cheesemongers. I love it even better than the Taleggio recommended at the bottom of that page. I also got a bit of very ripe stilton. In addition, I bought apple butter and applewood smoked sea salt from a local vendor and Sourwood Honey from another one. My biggest purchase was a large mixed planting of herbs (sage, basil, two types of parsley, thyme, oregano, dill, and possibly another type of oregano or savory).
I've missed having
eanja's fresh herbs to work with, so, if I can keep them alive, this should be a real boon to my cookery.The florist gave me an iris. There is a wealth of meaning for me in that flower. The big showy ones were my maternal grandmother's favorite flower. The blue, Dutch Iris, like this one, is the flower of welcome in Belgium. Not only were they planted widely and available in bouquets year round, many of the Art Nouveau townhouses had Iris stained glass set into the front door or the transom above it. It gave me great joy. It's opened since I put it in water.
When I got home, I rehydrated. I also dug out some tomatoes, broccoli and cauliflower crudites, and some leftover Chinese pickles and had myself a picnic. The smoked sea salt tasted wonderful on the tomatoes.
Today I had breakfast at the Museum of the American Indian and then saw the exhibit of Tsarist treasures at the Sackler. I finished up at the Freer. There's a room that has pottery that's been repaired with gold lacquer. It's a small room, but the pieces are exquisite. There's something profoundly satisfying about acknowledging the breaks rather than trying to repair them invisibly.
I'm probably going to spend the rest of the day being lazy. Tomorrow, I have two Instructional Aide interviews and I'm going to try to arrange a couple more for later in the week. In my ideal world, I'll get the middle school or high school that are up by Eastern Market. It would mean I'd walk three miles a day on most days. There's a bus that's quite convenient too on days with really horrible weather.
I'm also still applying for other, better paying, jobs. Maybe something will come through.
