grief is a strange, lumpen, funny thing. it's hard to get back to where you were before...posting about my dinners or the usual flotsam and jetsam that usually fills this blog seems like the ultimate in frivolousness. but you kind of feel like you should, because the flotsam and jetsam makes up the bulk of your life, padding out the spaces in betwixt and between those seminal, seared-into-your-memory moments that provide touchstones for reminiscing.
last night i made a delicious salad for dinner. on the bottom is a bed of baby spinach tossed with lemon juice, olive oil, and fleur de sel. on top of that is a warm mixture of lentils, pancetta lardons, onions and garlic. on top of that is two thin pucks of breaded and fried goat's cheese, and a poached egg, the whole thing served with whole wheat crostinis. it was so so so good!
here's another tribute to grandpa reid (my brother hepped me to this):
^^^ i'd like this played at my funeral (aka house party). also on the playlist: "maneater" by hall and oates, and "carry on my wayward son" by kansas. "full clip" by gangstarr might be on there too, but that might be a little too rudebwoy.
4 day weekend is well-timed and well-earned.