Ah, Spring, when a young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of … fig and peach leaves. Well, in this young(er) man’s mind anyway. I was stoked to see my three trees in the front yard wake up from their winter dormancy, seemingly all at once and overnight no less. Here are some shots of the peach tree and the budding leaves on the two fig trees. I am REALLY looking forward to the fruit I’m going to get from them when they’re mature. Trees getting to full production probably won’t happen for a while more, but I try and be as patient as I can.
Internet Research / Fig Leaves / Beer
I’m sitting here researching how best to care for a fig tree that’s very young and originated as a young cutting from a tree that belongs to my grandfather. Here’s a good article that I just found on the matter: http://www.crfg.org/pubs/ff/fig.html
Just starting the research, and I decided that I needed to post about it, thereby delaying the research even further. The girls are asleep, both of them, at the same time!
You may have noticed that I’m trying to post something every day this week, but I can’t guarantee that all of them, or really any of them at all, will be very interesting. If you’re reading, just pop in with a comment and say ‘hi.’ I left this blog out to whither and dry for so long that I probably lost any regular readers that I had to begin with.
Well, that’s exactly what I don’t want to happen with the fig trees. I love figs, and I would really really love to have a mature fruiting tree here at the house.
I should also mention that while the girls are sleeping and I sit here and surf and type and read, I’m drinking a Red Oval Lager. 2.99/6-pack at Trader Joe’s . As they say in many of the reviews here, you get what you pay for (well, more than one of them also say “It is what it is” — one of the most annoying non-statements if ever there was one, so, just ignore that and pay attention to the parts of the review that might actually help you understand what the beer is like.) I like it, it’s 50 cents / can, and it’s much much more drinkable than the crap produced by the Miller / Anheuser Busch’s of the world. Just don’t litter if you pick some up.
san francisco movie tonight
As part of the San Francisco International Animation Festival a friend and I will be heading over to see A Town Called Panic. I’m really looking forward to it, as it seems right up my alley. You can watch a preview here.
Here’s the description for the flim:
Stéphane Aubier, Vincent Patar (Panique au village, Belgium / France/ Luxembourg 2009
One of the rare feature-length animated films (and the only one in stop-motion) to appear in the Cannes Film Festival, A Town Called Panicis sure to live up to the cult status of the Belgian TV series upon which it delightfully expands. As in the series, here the town of Panic is populated by a random assortment of plastic figurines whose daily activities recall children’s illogical narratives in their herky-jerky disjointedness, celebration of the quotidian and profound brilliance. Cowboy and Indian decide to give their friend Horse a birthday present, but thanks to an Internet shopping typo end up with 50 million bricks for Horse’s new barbecue. The trio must then travel to the center of the earth, trek across frozen tundra and discover a parallel underwater universe populated by pointy-headed (and dishonest!) creatures. In an age of high-tech animation and CGI effects, A Town Called Panic is refreshingly homegrown, the product of ingenious imagination and a surreal, often nostalgic, sense of childhood absurdity.
Before we go though, we’ll grabbing a bite at the Tadich Grill. I’d link to their site directly but they say it’s coming down soon.
Art — in the Latte (&Mocha)
So, my friend Fouzi and I went to Barefoot Cafe on Monday for a small class on late art. I need a lot more practice in the matter, as I learned in class, but here are the creations that we were served by the barista as we stayed for a latte and mocha after the class.

Heart in the Latte

Hearts and Leaves in the Mocha
America! F— Yeah!
Happy birthday America!! You are 233 today!
Aww yeah, if you don’t have a strong aversion to way over the top satire, then I heartily recommend Team America: World Police. “America! F— Yeah! (click if you’re over 18 only please
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Well, at home I’ll be setting up Monkey’s kiddie pool and getting the new grill (a 22.5″ Weber Charcoal) ready for brined pork tenderloin, poblano peppers, and corn on the cob.
Happy Independence Day!
finger food?
I made a stir-fry last night, with tofu, my first time cooking tofu, and sai fun (bean noodles) – I had no idea these things expanded as much as they do! I made way too much of them. So, because of the ethnic origin of the recipe, I ate my meal with chopsticks. I like eating with chopsticks. I thought of them as extensions of my fingers, and what I was really doing was eating the food with my hands, except using finger extenders to keep my fingers clean and allow me to handle the hot food without the fear of burning myself.
Eating with your hands is a much more visceral, if not always tidy, enterprise. Like anything, it takes some getting used to, and it’s not for everone. That’s something else, though, I wanted to post just about chopsticks today.
I think that a lot of people have trouble using chopsticks, but they’re really not that difficult to use once you get the hang of how they work. I took the image above from this website, but I also found this one that gave a good tutorial on how to use the utensils. Now, read it, and then take what you’ve learned to a local Asian restaurant near you. Practice makes perfect!
Oh yeah, and the overall impression from my meal? Didn’t really like it all that much. Don’t get me wrong, I still ate all of it, of course (“waste not, want not” … well, I might have wasted some of the six pounds of sai fun that I made by accident.) I don’t think that my dislike was the fault of the tofu, I just think that the recipe was a bit boring. I’m not really a fan of the bean noodles either. They were too slimy in texture. I think that I’ll stick with rice.
Oh yeah, Happy Birthday, Mike R! Welcome to other side of 30!
looks like puke, tastes like a dream
Here’s a picture of my breakfast from yesterday. I told my sister about it, she responded with a “gross!”, and when I looked at my creation again, I thought the same thing. It does look a little bit like puke. But you can’t think about that, you must resist the urge to vomit when you see it, simply smell its deliciousness, and take a bite.

What is it? It’s scrambled eggs and chunky homemade tomato sauce. The sauce was just okay. Not my finest work, so I’ll leave out the details of what went into the sauce when I made it.
I had some leftover sauce from a lasagne that I had made about a week and a half ago, and not wanting the left over sauce to go to waste, and not really in the mood for pasta for breakfast, I decided to make an omelet and pour the sauce over. However, lack of any milk in the house changed the plan from an omelet to scrambled eggs.
I poured some olive oil into my new pan, threw in a sliced up clove or two of garlic, sauteed them, put in the left over sauce, heated it up until it bubbled, and then broke three eggs into it, stirring them and cooking them until they firmed up. Voila, you have a delicious, but foul looking plate of food to have for breakfast!
zagat reviews
I joined the Zagat survey a few weeks ago, when I was in Houston for the first time. Joining the survey was one of the smartest ‘rewards’ programs that I’ve joined so far with this high travel job. The survey helps to find the places that are actually worth visiting for a meal when you find yourself in a city you know nothing about, as I often do. Twenty bucks for the year, and you can find new restuarants according to neighborhood or cuisine, and look up all of the restaurants that you frequent in your area to see if the foodies approve or not. It’ll save you from going to Chili’s or Applebee’s, or the Macaroni Grill for the twenty-seven millionth time.




