so, i've been off the page for a couple of days. so? i've read some of my foodie compatriots, some of those seasonal folk doing egg nog and cookies, estonian blood sausage, greek goddess dip, deviled eggs and cheese straws. cheesus! why not drag in those angels on horseback? our much loved minimalist already lasciviates on some dream lover's notion using lipton's onion mix diddled on sour cream scooped up with ruffles. what gives? and yes, i do like the occasional quiche, thick with mushrooms and woodsy sage. but for new years? worse, a reworked julia child? thereupon called "end of the year" decadence? and those late up to date, anciently recent roman recipes, of rubbed parmesan, sun dried tomato sauce, sardines recherchez, banana chips, obama-nish hawaiian ring'a'ding'dings, pineapple topped pizza, and, ach gott, forgive me, the many ways of the sweet potato.
speechless i am, sick to my stomach, hardly able to keep stuff down and wondering what the hell is happening to my food world when lipton's makes for a comeback. i love the old greeks, like a lot, but enthralling venus into a dip? there's gotta be other allures, past a fig leaf's seduction. i know,
the aroma and flavor are with me still, and so, what might i do today with that thick, darkly fragrant jam? i do an equally dark, torched, but rosily pink of the middle pork loin. a dab of the jam on a dollar of pork. ruby basil potatoes aside. it's a rainin' in portland, what else, so no charcoal fire porch side. instead a scorching high flame under my steel pan, meat in, the sizzle a virtual blaze, a torching butane hiss searing the top.
once blackened, the meat's center virtually cold, off went the pan to a two-twenty oven finishing the loin to a rosy tender.
now, for a new years, champagne, of course, but what kind of eats? traditionally it'd be monkfish, on a bed of bitter greens, a rough dressing, like freshly grated wasabi married to soy, set on a lemon preserve. a midnight adventure, but what of the cat? our newly adopted black feline. the naming of cats is a difficult matter, it isn't just one of your holiday games...