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||[Feb. 22nd, 2004|12:38 am]
The American Caliban
|||||Richard Thompson-Speechless Child||]|
Today I spent money, which I probably should not. I joined the local art museum which has become very good over the years, and also bought my mom’s birthday present which was a Joan Miró tote bag.
I also got all my hair chopped off by a beautiful Russian woman for $12.95.
Tonight I took Mom out for her birthday, which was the 75th so a big deal. Dinner at Pascal which is a rare treat. We had the prix fixe which consisted of:
Beet salad with goat cheese, hazelnuts, sherry vinaigrette
Vermouth steamed black mussels with onion, tomato, basil, and parmesan chips
Day boat scallops with portobello mushrooms, cipollino onions, & sage cream
Herb crusted rack of lamb with eggplant and mashed potato
Chocolate mousse cake with chocolate dipped strawberry
All washed down with an Alexander Valley Zinfandel.
GOOD LORD THAT WAS A GOOD MEAL. I don’t eat that way any more, but fortunately this was small courses of really good food rather than a Stuff-Stuff with Heavy experience. The beet salad was a foodgasm. Horribly expensive, but she only gets one 75th birthday.
Tomorrow I shall gnaw on a crispbread