Most views and visits this week in more than six months.
This is for folks in Boston area (or anybody who can find this brand) — the largest, most delicious and easily eaten Singo Korean Pear (sometimes spelled Shingo) has suddenly appeared on the markets here. We found it in an Asian supermarket in Union Square and then, more exciting, at Russo’s in Watertown.
This is the one you want to get. Easy serving for two or even three people. No hint of odd bitterness or uneven texture. Yummy.
I pretty much lost track after The Man Who Fell to Earth, but after all the decades some impressions remain as vivid as when they were new.
I saw Don’t Look Now at the old Crystal Theater in Missoula. I remember trembling with anxiety and never being so sorry I attended a movie alone. Thought the dum factual resolution of the plot was not nothing, but did not matter ultimately.
The version of Bowie in Man Who Fell was simply a superb addition to the ones he came up with himself, over and over. But I preferred the Mick Jagger in Performance to the one we have in this world. Bet I wouldn’t be as tired of him these days as I am of the human Mick.
Despite 15 degrees and a stiff breeze that made the smoke swirl into my face, I opened the Big Green Egg and we grilled:
16″ rack of ribs
4 chicken breasts
a whole pheasant
16 Market Basket sausages
foil packages of sweet potatoes and regular spuds from farm stands
sliced red peppers and zucchini for everybody
And as always, I swear the BGE has some sort of supernatural intelligence that allows a frantic like me to cook a heap of food with minimal attention and still wind up just a half-hour late with Duke Ellington’s 70th Birthday Concert playing behind the perfect procescco.
Rotten, rotten cold. Upside — bolsters excuse not to attend Thanksgiving get-together we wanted to miss anyway.