I'm so glad Tony and I caught The Band Wagon at New York City Center on Sunday night. He enjoyed it more than I've seen him enjoy any show we've gone to together. And I felt the same way. It was a gatdam hoot!
I mainly bought tickets because one of the stars was Tracey Ullman.* Because I loooove Tracey Ullman. Mostly from The Tracey Ullman Show and Tracey Takes On.... And I was also excited to see Brian Stokes Mitchell, Michael McKean, and Michael Barresse, the director of [title of show] and Now. Here. This. and the main squeeze** of Jeff Bowen, who wrote the songs for those two previously mentioned shows. And all of those performers were terrific, as were Laura Osnes as ingenue Gabrielle Gerard and Tony Sheldon as English actor/director Jeffrey Cordova. And Douglas Carter Beane's adaptation of Betty Comden and Adolph Green's screenplay for the 1953 movie musical was a riot.
Joyce, who saw the show on its first night and thought some of the performances could have been more polished, speculated that it might transfer to Broadway. Would the producers have paid DCB (presumably) so much money to rework a script only for such a limited (11-day) run at City Center's Encores!?
I so hope this show transfers to the Great White Way, and if it does, I would take my Dad to see it, because I think he would get a big kick out of it.
Here's a shot of the Turkey Burgers and Roasted Romanesco With Crispy Garlic I made for dinner on Sunday before we went to see TBW:
We ate pretty light and passed on wine with dinner because we didn't want to risk falling asleep from the combined blast of alcohol and tryptophan.
Last night, using the remainder of the ground turkey, I made meatballs, with lots of scrumptious marjoram, and gluten-free spaghetti. I didn't take a photo because I realize you, my faithful twos and twos of readers, don't need to see a picture of every freakin' meal we eat. And I made a salad with a lemon-savory (the herb, not the adjective) vinaigrette.
Here are a few photos of me posing with Grady earlier this month. I posted the last pic on Facebook with the caption "Hawley and his hound." I liked the black-suspenders-and-peacock-shirt look I was sporting that day:
Last Thursday, I was sporting suspenders again when Bob and I went to Pizzetteria Brunetti for dinner:
Bob enjoyed his Margherita pizza, and I was happy I went for the pizza with Mary's Meatballs. For wine, we started out with the red wine on tap, a Nero d'Avola that basically tasted like grape juice. The bottled red wine of the night—I think it was a Barbera d'Alba—was a better choice, for our second glass.
When I pulled out my wallet to pay—because I was treating Bob for his birthday, which was last month—he mocked the thickness of it. And he made me put it side by side with his:
For the record, I carry my wallet in my front left pocket—so as not to get pickpocketed—so it's not like I'm sitting on a brick under my left butt cheek.
I first mentioned this ice cream flavor on the blog (without the acute accent on the first u) in the spring of 2013, though I didn't actually make it then. I used the recipe that accompanies this Fine Dining Lovers story as a starting point.
I didn't think we had maple syrup in the house, though I later discovered we did, but I didn't really want to use it anyway, because I wanted the natural maple-and–sweet potato flavors of the lúcuma fruit to come through, without the introduction of maple flavor from actual maple syrup. So I used 1/2 cup of coconut palm sugar, 1/2 cup of white sugar, and a heaping 1/2 cup of the lúcuma powder as the sweeteners for my double batch of ice cream.
The texture was outstanding, no doubt because the fibrous fruit powder, along with 8 (or did I use 10?) egg yolks, helped bind the ice cream together perfectly.
Because I've also been baking and, of course, then eating cookies (more about that in part III) lately, I haven't been eating a lot of this ice cream, so there will be some left for our Thanksgiving guests to try.
On that same day, I went to Doughnut Plant on 23rd Street, planning to get a pumpkin doughnut for a late, second breakfast. When I walked home from my Wednesday yoga classes in October, I would sometimes see the pumpkin doughnuts advertised on the sign outside DP and think that I should get one of them one of these days. But I wouldn't buy one right after yoga because it seemed self-defeating to eat a big hunk of sugary fried dough right after a healthy, relaxing yet invigorating yoga workout. And doughnuts never taste as good the next day.
Well, the pumpkin doughnuts had disappeared along with the month of October, so I had to settle for the enjoyable Concord grape doughnuts (I got two; they were small) instead.
For lunch that day, I made the most special pasta dish I've had in a good long time. I heated oven-dried tomatoes from the Muddy Farm stand at the Abingdon Square Greenmarket in olive oil with dried basil from the Ryder Farm stand at the Union Square Greenmarket. And I added a little bit of salty cooking water from the brown rice shells I'd prepared so that the sauce wouldn't be totally oily. That dish was out of this world:
On the side, I had a big bowl of lightly braised radicchio:
I'd bought the dried tomatoes just that morning. The previous Saturday, I'd bought dried lemon basil and Thai basil from Muddy Farm:
The gal from MF told me I was the first customer to buy the tomatoes, just like I'd been the first to buy some dried herbs the week before.
MF wasn't at Abingdon Square this past Saturday. I hope they're back this week, so I can buy several packages of dried tomatoes, because I need to eat this pasta frequently this fall and winter.
*Until I just now looked her up on imdb.com, I'd forgotten that her name is spelled the same as my sister's.
**I don't mean to imply he has other squeezes. I just like the expression main squeeze.