Another turtle photo from along Fig Tree Lane. This was snapped by Briton in her back yard last week.
Looking through photos from the last few weeks as I wonder why I feel so tired. This 737 stand off had caught my attention in the Denver airport.
Pickup soccer this morning was good and fun. Now I’m home, sitting on the porch, watching Liverpool-ManCity while a thunderstorm (trailing band of Isaias) begins to pass overhead, with WRAL breaking in to provide tornado warnings.
I enjoyed the conversation between chefs Yotam Ottolenghi and Carla Hall at Sixth&I in Washington the other night. With a visit to the Carrboro Farmers Market this morning, I followed the ‘one sauce’ recipe in Ottolenghi Simple Too and now have this deliciousness to savor.
Leaves are falling, temps are lower, Isaias’s rains are dampening the forest, and turtles are moving.
Street licks, Washington, D.C.
4 a.m. alarm, dressed in my good blue suit, first flight to DCA, Metro yellow line into the city, Washington starting to move. Work meeting ahead, later a chef’s book reading, then late flight home.
Troy also introduced me to the word deipnosophist: a person skilled in the art of dining and table talk. I went to bookshelf for the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary, checked spelling. Perfect word to match today’s blog post, The Paama Properties, about my retirement & next endeavor.
Friend Troy came over to the house for dinner tonight. He gave me an awesome cap from the Anchor Bat Company, and now I’m reading Why Are Baseball Bats Cupped?
Along the gravel driveway, this old Bud can emerged from the dirt.
[Voice of David Attenborough] The coyote of Chapel Hill, North Carolina, are so comfortable they brazenly leave their scat in the middle of the driveway, a message to the humans that they are masters of the night. [/voiceover]
Friday at 5pm means it is Solsbury o’clock here in my house, Peter Gabriel on vinyl singing ‘Today I don’t need a replacement, I’ll tell them what the smile on my face meant’. A grand weekend to all!
Beautiful day for the Boulderthon. I ran the half and my cousin Jenny did the full. We were side by side for first 10 miles until the course split. This was fun view of runners ahead and the Flatirons.
I joined the official shakeout run this morning with Boulderthon founder for 3 mile jog along a nice path. Then walked Pearl Street to revisit the excellent Boxcar coffee roasters. Now sitting, sipping, marveling at perfect weather.
Hanging out with my aunt Elaine in Boulder. Went for dinner and on way back, about 200 yards from her house, a black bear bounded across the road in front of us. Snapped this photo of it’s rear, later noticed a second bear (cub?) nearby.
Made my way from Denver to Boulder, first on light-rail train and then the comfortable Flatiron Flyer bus. Now, with hours to kill until the Boulderthon expo opens, I’m making my way, café by café, along Pearl Street. Peeked into FoodLab, a sign that I’m on the right path for my next endeavor.
A nice vibe here in Coors Field even if the hapless Rockies are down 8-0 in bottom of second inning. Sitting next to my fun aunt.
Landed in Denver last night. Leisurely morning writing a business plan for my next endeavor. Leaving soon with my cousin Justin to attend the day baseball game Rockies vs. Diamondbacks.
After airport run to get Erin and Oliver, drove down to the pitch in Chatham County for the afternoon pick-up soccer game. Scored one goal and ran hard. Now in the garage cooking up another batch of hot sauce as I listen to Interpol’s Antics album.
One of my weekend projects while I’m home alone is making roselle syrup. First batch was yesterday and I served it (in soda water) to a friend who came for dinner: broiled salmon served beside black lentils and roasted cauliflower, drizzled with newly arrived Fat Gold olive oil.
