March 16th, 2006

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Mediterranean wonton soup

This was inspired by a recent conversation regarding Vietnamese ravioli. After which I thought, if Vietnamese ravioli, why not Mediterranean wonton? And then I promised the recipe, such as it is, to arcaedia.


Clean and cube: 1 quarter of a yellow onion, one half of a tart apple, about eight ounces of lean pork. Grind together with a food processor, whizzy wand, food mill, or what you will until a sausagelike consistency is obtained. Add marinated garlic, salt, pepper, rosemary, and a dab of hot sauce to taste (I used Matouk's, very sparingly, because I wanted the fruity flavor of the Scotch Bonnets, but whoa nellie hot so go light because the pork and apples won't stand up to super-strong hot flavors). Mix in four or five sun-dried tomatoes, soaked in olive oil and minced. I left the skin on the apple. It was prettier that way. The sausage is kind of a lovely ivory speckled with white and bright red bits when it's done and (later) cooked.

Stuff this into wonton wrappers, using the usual technique. (a teaspoon of sausage in the center of a wrapper, wet two edges with egg wash, stick dumpling together in a triangle, fold into wonton shape, stick corners together with egg wash.) Makes oh, about 38, which is enough for three people for a main course.

Cook for about twenty minutes in chicken broth with carrots, celery, rosemary, garlic, a little more black pepper. Serve in your most mismatched bowls, sprinkled with chopped scallions. (I go out of my way to have mismatched bowls. It makes me feel Bohemian.)

This is very cool, because you expect it to taste Asian, and it totally doesn't. And I've always been amused by subtleties. So this is kind of a fusion-cuisine subtlety.
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I had a heart for art's sake, but no stomach for the business--

This post brought to you because elisem knows all sorts of people whose albums I have been buying for years, and reading her journal keeps reminding me to dig them out and listen to them.

How did I live 24 years of my life without John Gorka? That's what I want to know. I first heard of him when stwish gave me a copy of Jack's Crows with the comment, "He's just like Bob Dylan if Dylan didn't suck." It's become kind of a love affair since. Like Janis Ian, Phil Ochs, Hugh Blumenfeld, Ferron and, most recently, Vienna Teng, Gorka is one of the guitar and/or piano-thumping folkies I turn to when I need music to give me strength.

I used to think joy was the break between sorrows
Like peace was the break between wars.
I'm still partly new now but mostly older
And I cannot say I'm so sure.

I never trusted happiness as far as I could throw it.
Always preparing for the worst 'cause I would know it.
All of that hammering in the dark:
Like a new Noah working on his ark.

--John Gorka, All That Hammering

You know, he might just be on to something.

(you can download that song for free here, along with the rest of the Temporary Road album; I particularly like the title song, and played it to death while I was working on Worldwired. And Can You Understand My Joy, for obvious reasons. Also, The Gypsy Life is a favorite.)

Also, I don't want to even think about how many times I heard this song before I understood it:

Don't want to waste what I have to give
In all of the time that I've left to live
Don't want to waste what I have to give
In any of the time that I've got left
I can do more than I thought I could
Work brings more luck than knocking on wood
There's random bad and random good
Work brings more good luck

You ask the world
And the world says, "No."
It's the world's refrain
Mine says, "Go."

--John Gorka, Morningside (which you can listen to here; this song saved my sanity if not my life during one of the worst winters I've ever been through, and it's still my motto.)

...unless you are a true bad boy, conscience is a constant threat.

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Best Spam Ever

I had to share. This is like a Theodore Sturgeon novel with all the water whirled out in a centrifuge, and also vaguely reminiscent of the work of the late H. Turnip Smith.

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Some things, when they come over the transom, you duck.

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credit where credit is due

Much as it pains me to admit it, and much as I loathe dream sequences, Anne was right about Carnival needing the dream sequence. I just got to it in the CEM, and it's absolutely chilling. It works. She was right, and I was wrong.

Poor Michelangelo. Okay, yeah, he's a classic borderline personality. He's got his reasons, though.

I was kind of hard on the boy.