Two Sundays ago, we had our penultimate barbecue on the terrace. Tony grilled pork and lamb sausages and chicken breast pieces. The only photo I took the entire day was this one of my Cucumber Salad With Borage and Dill I'd made that morning ...
... and then left in the fridge all damn day and didn't remember it was in there until after everyone had left. *sigh* Tony and I ate some the next night with dinner, which was freshly grilled, leftover marinated chicken; Tony's leftover potato salad; and chips with the very good Bob-made guacamole the Schultieses brought:
The borage (leaves and flowers) and dill came from our garden. The vinaigrette for the salad contained rice vinegar, olive oil, lemon juice, and salt and pepper.
As I'm inclined to do, I went all out with the frozen desserts. The biggest deal for me, because it was my first attempt at it, was Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream. I made my usual vanilla bean ice cream and dotted it with bits of the dough for the Chips Ahoy! vegan chocolate chip cookies from the Babycakes Covers the Classics book. I declared it a success:
Here's a photo I took last Sunday of Grady looking in the direction of my CCCDIC cone:
I'll have to try an all-vegan version with the dough dispersed in Vanilla Coconut Milk Ice Cream sometime.
For the coconut milk ice cream flavor this time, I made Lemon Verbena, using my own leaves from the garden.
For the sorbet, I made Gooseberry, because, as in previous summers, I've been enjoying the hell out of gooseberries, and I wanted to share their tart deliciousness in frozen dessert form:
My final new flavor of (dairy) ice cream was Coffee. I took photos of the sugar (1 1/2 cups) and dozen egg yolks before I whisked them together ...
... and of the gunk—mostly unincorporated yolk—I strained from the cooked-custard ice cream base before chilling it ...
... as a visual reminder that I always need to strain the ice cream base, no matter how smooth it appears to be.
I also had on hand some of the previously made Quintuple Mint Ice Cream and Serviceberry Sorbet, as described in Part II.
Here's a photo of the flowers I bought the day before the picnic:
I thought the clever combo of yarrow and monarda, from Muddy Farm, at our local Abingdon Square Greenmarket, was the prettiest bouquet I'd seen in forever. There was just something about those two flowers that worked so well together, and I'd never seen them paired before.
A week ago Saturday, I bought another gorgeous ready-made bouquet. This one was from The River Garden stand at the Union Square Greenmarket, and it was much busier than the previous one:
And just yesterday, I bought yet another mixed bouquet, from Silverpetals Farm, who come to the Abingdon Square Greenmarket Saturdays during the peak of the summer:
I'd requested a bouquet with a lot of orange and yellow.
The Friday after Tracey, the 'phews, and I went to Fun Home, Tony and I saw The Vaudevillians: Bringing Up Baby, Jinkx Monsoon and Major Scales' follow-up to their critically acclaimed hit show. We enjoyed TV:BUB, but we didn't think it was as rip-roaringly funny as the original.
The performance we caught was the 100th by The Vaudevillians at the Laurie Beechman Theatre, so we were given complementary glasses of champagne.
Pretty obviously, much of the humor came from Jinkx's character being pregnant. Kitty Witless wasn't sure who the father was, only that he sure as hell wasn't her husband, Dan von Dandy. And toward the end of the show, Kitty gave birth after having her water break on a dude she brought up from the audience she was giving a lap dance to.
After the show, upstairs in the West Bank Cafe, I saw Lewis Black sitting at a table near the hostess's stand. It was an only-in–New York moment for me. Earlier that day, I'd read an interview with him on Esquire's website, and all of sudden, there he was, right in front of me, in the flesh.
A more serious side of my favorite drag queen emerged in Drag Becomes Him, the documentary film about Jerick Hoffer/Jinkx Monsoon that we watched a week ago Saturday via Vimeo (for $12). It covered his early life up through when Jinkx crowned Bianca Del Rio as her successor on the season six finale of RuPaul's Drag Race.
I shared a post by Drag Becomes Him Special Online Screening on my Facebook wall and commented the following: "Tony and I just watched this. It was terrific. If you're a Jinkx Monsoon fan, you'll really enjoy it. We're shown Jerick's brothers and parents, though we didn't get to see him interact with his father, who seemed really cool."
I wish we'd seen Jerick with his dad—or seen Jerick discussing his father—because the man didn't have much to do with the family when Jerick and his brothers were growing up and I'm curious to know what their relationship is like now. Jinkx said on RPDR how she felt guilty leaving her youngest brother at home with their mother, because she was an alcoholic, with the implication that the father was a nonpresence not even worth mentioning. And Jerick's father acknowledged as much in the movie. His mother came to see the taping of Jinkx's finale, and they'd clearly sorted things out, but his father wasn't there. I'm curious to know whether Jerick's father's broadminded statements in the film were really indicative of how he treats his son now.
We got to see Major Scales, aka Richard Andriessen, and BenDeLaCreme, aka Benjamin Putnam, a great friend of Jinkx's from the Seattle drag scene who was on season six of RPDR. And we got glimpses of Jerick's romantic and sexual partners and BFF/manager and of him interacting with several other RPDR queens while they're all on tour. "And, as expected," I ended my Facebook comment, "Jinkx came across as the smartest and most-talented drag queen of them all. Love her always!"
On June 20, the day after TV:BUB and the day before Tony's birthday, I bought these roses from The River Garden stand at the USGM. I had Missy with me, and once the gal running the stand found out my girl's name was the same as hers, my girl got ALL of the biscuits:
That evening, we had a birthday celebration dinner at Margaux. The food was as good as it always is—Tony and I both got his regular entree: the Rotisserie Amish Chicken with Urfa Biber, Smashed Sweet Potato, and Burnt Lemon—and we quaffed a delicious, pretty-colored rosé:
Here's the birthday boy: