Oh gosh, it's a gorgeous spring day out there and I've been listening to dancehall and feel virtuous because I went for a run (to mitigate the copious amounts of food I ate last night - more to be revealed!) and I am in love with the world!
Let's get rid of some outstanding business - this was Thursday night's dinner - the asparagus tartine with proscuitto, poached eggs, and shaved parm on top:
Last night we dropped off the Big Yam at Dr. Rei and Hanbo's for some babysitting while we went to see a documentary and apparently he gave them a REALLY hard time - which is making me stew with guilt. I feel so bad already imposing on people's generosity of spirit and then when he acts like a jerk it makes it even worse! I have to keep repeating my: "it takes a village" mantra silently in my head and know that when the time comes, the Dotytron and I will reciprocate like crazy (as if you could keep my grubby mitts away from baby Barksdale! I'm going to steal that baby!) The only thing that ended up calming him down was a ridiculous three person effort (Bwong showed up too!) where they ran the faucet, someone held him, and someone did a dance with his Sophie the giraffe. LOL!
We saw a documentary called Beetle Queen Conquers Tokyo which is a lyrical piece in the "new filmmaking" tradition (according to the introductory preamble from one of the Hot Docs programmers) which talks about Japan's fixation with insects. Unlike us, in the Western world, who mostly fear and revile these tiny denizens of planet earth, it seems like in Japan, as part of the continuation of the Shinto and Buddhist beliefs and because of the tenuous nature of the environment (the statistic quoted in the film that Japan is 1/400th of the world's land mass but is home to 10% of the natural disasters elicited a respectful, almost awkward held breath amongst the screening audience - the film was made in 2009), that Japan has a long-held culturally ingrained relationship with nature that respects the circularity and interconnectedness of all things (the universe in an ant, bonsai, Zen gardens, etc.) so that they can see the entire beauty of the world in something minute. The problem with the film was that the "new filmmaking" apparently means the film goes on for 45 minutes longer than it has to, and that the director ignores several places where ending the film on a firm note of resolution would have been appropriate and sound. It also means that the filmmaker likes to bludgeon you over the head with images from people crossing Shibuya in Tokyo so that you know that people are like bugs!!!
This is what we ordered from Banjara Indian Cuisine in Christie Pitts. From left to right: bhendi masala (fried okra), andra chicken fry, butter chicken, dhal makhani, lamb vindaloo, and muttar paneer, onion bhajia. We also got parathas and naan and Dr. Rei made a million cups of rice and also yelled at Hanbo for rinsing the brown rice instead of white. The food here is really good - some of the dishes taste a little bit same-y (like the base for the butter chicken, muttar paneer, and dhal makhani), but the portions are pretty generous and they load it up with chunks of meat/cheese:
Doesn't it look delicious? I nailed the meringue - crisp on the outside, chewy-marshmallowy-fluffy on the inside...so good.