Eastside Road, October 2, 2013—
AH, OCTOBER; OCTOBER and baseball. Our Cubs aren't involved, of course; they rarely work in October; but we watch the others, rooting against Texas and the Yankees, against Southerners playing Northerners, ultimately against the American League, though there's a soft spot in our hearts for the Sox…For hot dogs, too, with mustard, onion, and pickle relish. It would have been nice to have sauerkraut and dill pickles, but there's time for them to show up still; the expansion has had its advantages.
Before, green beans cooked with butter, raw carrot, and one of my very favorites of the Hundred Plates: ciabatta, toasted, drizzled with olive oil, and sprinkled with salt. Well, tonight a little crushed garlic as well.
After, the usual green salad, and an apple, a pear, some figs…
"Guadagni Red," Preston of Dry Creek, 2012
2 comments:
Which means, I presume, that you have CABLE tv.
I don't, refusing to capitulate to the forces of darkness.
I am forced to go to sports bars to participate, nursing a beer or two for two and a half hours.
The Pyramid brewery on Gilman in Berkeley is only a couple of blocks from my office, so at least I can walk there.
Boo the hated Dodgers.
No: satellite. We're in the country.
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