One Fine Day
Kicked around Boston on a beautiful late summer weekend, sunny and 72 degrees. The tomatoes are going nuts, can't keep up; the garden's having a second wind, with new peppers and still the mint, always the mint. Next year I'm going to get crazy with some italian beans and more tomatoes and lettuce. I'm growing a salad.
Whipped up a batch of cupcakes for the band's gig on Tuesday. No vegan frosting this time as it doesn't hold up well in the rugged terrain of the Abbey Lounge; it's straight up shortening and sugar this time. (Sorry, Molly!!)
Went to our friend Mike's baseball game on Saturday morning; saw our pal John there. The Milton Breakers lost 5-2 to Somerville at Trum Field. It was a good game, a step and a half up from the usual duffer-league softball (which is great fun, too). In this league, Mike says, nobody's bringing a beer to the base.
On the way back we walked through Davis and ran into Rebecca, who was hanging out at the Someday Cafe with 'Bastian, the Boston Terrier. It was the last day of the Someday's run in Davis Square -- amid much protest from locals, the Someday's going away, to be replaced by a creperie (!). (Rebecca said they ran out of coffee at 6 p.m. the last night, so they just hung out for a few hours and then closed up.)
But before all that, 'Bastian got loose in Davis Square. His collar made a small click as the latch released, and he was off, hightailing it for the T station. We three ran after him hollering, and Rebecca caught him as he was entering the Somerville Theatre doorway. Oof.
We walked back home and then gathered up steam to do the necessary grocery-run. After a wildly successful trip to the Star Market, which yielded such healthful treats as mung-bean sprouts and zucchini fit for grilling, we geared up for Harvard Square, to catch Charlie Haden at the Regattabar. Before Charlie, there was muter paneer and lamb korma at Tanjore, which was fabulous, and then dry-dense-delicious raspberry cheesecake from the corner cafe by Charlie's.
Oh yeah, and Cambridge Ice Tea sipped during the longish bass solos and drum freakouts. All in all, my version of a perfect day.
Whipped up a batch of cupcakes for the band's gig on Tuesday. No vegan frosting this time as it doesn't hold up well in the rugged terrain of the Abbey Lounge; it's straight up shortening and sugar this time. (Sorry, Molly!!)
Went to our friend Mike's baseball game on Saturday morning; saw our pal John there. The Milton Breakers lost 5-2 to Somerville at Trum Field. It was a good game, a step and a half up from the usual duffer-league softball (which is great fun, too). In this league, Mike says, nobody's bringing a beer to the base.
On the way back we walked through Davis and ran into Rebecca, who was hanging out at the Someday Cafe with 'Bastian, the Boston Terrier. It was the last day of the Someday's run in Davis Square -- amid much protest from locals, the Someday's going away, to be replaced by a creperie (!). (Rebecca said they ran out of coffee at 6 p.m. the last night, so they just hung out for a few hours and then closed up.)
But before all that, 'Bastian got loose in Davis Square. His collar made a small click as the latch released, and he was off, hightailing it for the T station. We three ran after him hollering, and Rebecca caught him as he was entering the Somerville Theatre doorway. Oof.
We walked back home and then gathered up steam to do the necessary grocery-run. After a wildly successful trip to the Star Market, which yielded such healthful treats as mung-bean sprouts and zucchini fit for grilling, we geared up for Harvard Square, to catch Charlie Haden at the Regattabar. Before Charlie, there was muter paneer and lamb korma at Tanjore, which was fabulous, and then dry-dense-delicious raspberry cheesecake from the corner cafe by Charlie's.
Oh yeah, and Cambridge Ice Tea sipped during the longish bass solos and drum freakouts. All in all, my version of a perfect day.
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