Category Archives: Baseball digressions

And then there were two…

We seem to have lost one of our cats! Sorry for the non-food-related digression, but one of our three, the softest, fuzziest, and most neurotic black-furred cat has flown the coop. We think Sooty Sox Schwab (she was born in the autumn of 2004) snuck out the back door on Friday sometime, we didn’t know she was going to try something like this (she always runs the other way when confronted with an open door) but the other two cats don’t seem worried, so maybe they knew this was coming? Did she get angry that we’ve been hiding the food? (Pepper is on a diet and he needs the assistance) Did she get sick of having humans around and decide to take her chances with the great outdoors and the “cat hobo train” as Mr. Food calls it? Or is she just curled up in a corner feeling sick? We think if that were the case the other two would be making a racket and leading us right to her– they way they all do when one of them is stuck in the bathroom (Sooty), the study (Toes), or the front hallway (Pepper). Instead, the others don’t even seem to remember her, life going on as normal…

We hope she has struck out to realize her own happiness, or as was said in Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?, she’s just r-u-n-n-o-f-t. Sigh. We miss her already and hope to see her again. For now, we have fond memories and lots of pictures (see her, on the right in the header).  And yes, for once we feel good about never getting around to clipping her nails.  Best of luck to her and to any animal who crosses her– she’s a fiesty one.

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What we’ve been eating…

… in the last few busy weeks.

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First of all, a meal lovingly prepared by Auntie N and her sister S when we visited them in New Hampshire a couple of weeks back when little L was in town. (Except she’s not so little now, still working at not growing taller than me!) You can see the zucchini, potatoes, and fish which were all featured at dinner that night. On Sunday I tried an experiment involving fresh figs (brought in by cousin T), ham sliced straight from the hock, and a drizzle of olive oil. My family wanted to replicate a dish we had tried the night before at the restaurant where cousin A works. I toothpicked the ham to the fig and gathered the bundles together on a roasting pan and cooked until the meat was browning and the fruits were leaking juice. And it worked! I mean, as far as experiments go this wasn’t novel, but for me it was. Next time I get my hands on figs I’ll do it again. Mmmm.

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As the next weekend started– nearly coinciding with our 5th wedding anniversary– we were lucky enough to go to a Red Sox game. Not only that, but we had tickets (notice I didn’t say seats) on The Green Monster (thank you, thank you, to future lawyer B and her man K). We went with those crazy guys who post the big red Ks whenever Daisuke Matsuzaka is pitching so red-painted faces (and in one case, a whole bald head) made our group stand out. And at least two guys (yes, it was mostly guys in our band of 9) risked the giant monster dogs, pictured here with the evidence of the loooong rain delay in the background. But we waited it out for two hours and then watched most of the game– too bad we had to leave to catch the last train home.

Mr. Food and I got up (late) the next morning to head west for K and T’s wedding (at last!) which was in Washington, Mass. last weekend. Lunch on anniversary day was at my favorite restaurant in Amherst where we gulped down their fish tacos and funky aguas frescas (one melon and one jamaica). Next stop, milkshakes (err, I mean, frappes!) in Huntington — we stopped at the Country Store here ostensibly for directions but came away with a refreshing mint chocolate drink made thoughtfully to be “straw-able” the best way I could describe what we wanted when the kind scooper asked how she could make it for us. Sorry no photos here, we drank it before I could think to photograph…

And then the wedding– we didn’t get a picture of the cake, there really wasn’t a standard one anyway– dessert was chocolate cake or strawberry shortcake (biscuit-style!!!) or other things I can’t right now remember. The important part is that the weekend was lovely; so thanks to the newly married couple still honeymooning in Iceland and congratulations from all of us (yes, the cats too, they remember you).

That impending baseball record…

I’d just like to point out a lovely article with a refreshing viewpoint on that baseball record about to be broken by that big guy with the bat… except it’s not about that, but another more obscure but just as essential milestone– one that won’t get its holder into the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. In the end, the sneaky writer calls for more managers to use their rage to creative ends when they approach the ump with a mind towards getting tossed from the game. More throwing of resin bags, anyone?  755 homers?  Let’s hear it for 131 career ejections!

Cabernet, caberknuckle?

A few of the Red Sox players seem to have lent their likenesses to wine bottles!! Longball Vineyards sounded like a hoax at first, but I’m pretty sure it actually exists…

Eating dogs– hot and cool

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It’s spring (barely…) in Boston and the Red Sox are about to start their season. When I think of baseball I think next of food. Not just of peanuts and Cracker Jack, or of hot dogs and beer. All of which, yes, I associate with the sport and enjoy during the games and some of which I plan to serve this week for dinner. But this time of year I also think of the garlic fries in San Francisco, the crabcake sandwiches in Baltimore, the cheesesteaks in Philly, and the Cool Dogs in New England. The variety now in ballpark food has increased exponentially since the sport first boomed after the Civil War. Weird things like pies (probably meat, but it’s hard to tell) and chewing gum (especially Wrigley, as in the Field) both used to be quite popular menu items. Now it’s all about cotton candy and nachos. Not that I’m complaining. Mr. Food and I will be watching most of the games from home this year — why else would we need cable tv, after all– but will be on the Green Monster for a game, too. I hear they sell oversized hot dogs up there…