August 22, 2012

Baboons and periwinkles

"When they were younger, she had loved angel food cake. But she had lost her taste for it years ago, although no one bothered to ask her. So she ate it every year, and every bite tasted of disapproval."
Tigers in Red Weather, Liza Klaussmann
I've never been a big fan of angel food cake. Something about it reminds me of cotton candy, which is superior to angel food cake only because it's fluorescent and melts in your mouth...not because of its taste. Given a choice between angel food cake and coconut cake, I'd choose angel food cake every time (but I would rather choose neither and order a chocolate chip muffin instead).

Anyway, this book was a pretty satisfying read. Just the right amount of creepy characters and messed up theories about life and love. The line in the Wallace Stevens poem that inspired its title is really great, too. I like it when the title of a book hints at more than just something literally taken from the plot (for example, David Copperfield is not exactly the most thought-provoking title, is it?).

Which got me thinking about what "red weather" even means. With a bit of wikipediaing, I learned that in weather folklore, a red sky signifies good things at night, and bad things in the morning. Not sure if that helps or confuses me more. Makes me remember how much I like poetry sometimes.

August 13, 2012

Dinner is sandwiched between lunch and breakfast.

Richie nodded and pushed the sandwich tower towards me. "Cheese and tomato, turkey, or ham. Take a few."
I took cheese and tomato. Richie poured strong tea into the thermos cap and tilted it at me; when I held up my water bottle, he downed the tea in one and poured himself another capful. Then he made himself comfortable with his back against the wall and got stuck in his sandwich.
Broken Harbor, Tana French

Two never's about sandwiches:
1. I've never called a sandwich a sammy; it always sounded too much like a human or dog's name.
2. I've never considered sandwiches dinnertime fare; they've always strictly been the stuff of breakfast, lunch, or snacks.

The first will most likely remain the case until I die. But lately, I've come to reconsider my stance on the second. A sandwich can make a lovely dinner if it's done right, no?

The sandwich pictured above was a lunch I had last week. It was supposed to be a pho in banh mi form, but it didn't taste like pho at all. Instead, it tasted like sweet BBQ'd beef with shredded pickled carrots and lettuce on a roll. Not my favorite, but it got me wondering about something: What would be a good entree to convert into a sandwich?

Pho is a little too ambitious to be successful, but how about meatloaf? I love a good meatloaf sandwich, especially one that includes just enough gravy to make the bread soft but not soggy. I also wouldn't mind trying a Cobb Salad sandwich sometime. Or a Nicoise salad sandwich...yum.