Baked Eggs

I was inspired the other day by a breakfast of baked eggs that I had at Gaia, a restaurant in Denver. It was quite delicious and I knew instantly that I needed to figure out how to recreate it. I'm happy to report that my endeavor was a success!

Black beans, some onion and tomato, a little goat cheese plus this recipe for salsa verde turned into a nice little dinner for me, and to top it off I had my great little patio plants and a sunset to keep me company. I got the salsa recipe from my subscription to Sunset that my ma gave me a few months ago. Sunset is a great magazine and not intended for the geriatrics among us, despite what some people think (you know who you are).

I got a sweet deal ($4.90!) on those special ramekins at The Peppercorn.

Sea Change

As of late I have been juggling a lot of things in my mind. Some of these thing are important and meaningful (at least to me), but most are about things like my inability to eat all the bananas that I buy before they turn brown. The latter are probably distractions from the former, but regardless, both the serious and the silly have been weighing on me. A common theme of all these things is also one of my favorite words, sea change. I suppose that's really two words but I am not one for semantics anyways.

As defined by the dictionary on my Mac, a sea change is "a profound or notable transformation". It originated in Shakespeare's Tempest:

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.

I hope that as these thoughts of mine turn into actions, and these actions bring about transformations in myself and my life, all of them will be "rich and strange".

Week In Review

The first full week of May has been an exciting one for me. I had an old friend from Linfield visit me at the beginning of the week and I saw the new Star Trek, but neither of those had me experiencing the pure pleasure that engulfed me when I came home Wednesday and saw how the UPS guy "hid" a package on my doorstep:

From Week In Review 5/10/09

I'm sure no one would think to look under there.

Anyways, Saturday was a busy one as I had some chores to do along with an Elvis Perkins In Dearland show to attend that night. Elvis Perkins is new to me, but was recommended by both Qatsi and Emily so I gave him a whirl.

Before the show, I figured I needed to eat a hardy meal and fortify myself with some drink:

From Week In Review 5/10/09

A pretty lackluster crowd had gathered. I had anticipated the show being sold out, but there was maybe 100 people there:

From Week In Review 5/10/09

Despite the crowd, Elvis Perkins In Dearland knows how to put on a good show. They tried their hardest to get everyone into it. Far and away the most effective method was the giant marching band drum the drummer would occasionally play. It was a hypnotizing dance when he busted it out.

Check their website and see if they're coming to your neck of the woods, worth spending $12.

I had a great time a year or two ago when I biked through Holland. Do yourself a favor, boil up some tea and read this article. It made me want to go back, in spite of the rain. Besides, I lived in the rain nonstop for most of my formative years, and I do sometimes miss the fresh smells and greenness.

Additionally, I am blown away by Obama's pragmatism. Can you tell I'm having a lazy Sunday afternoon?