Ah, Sangria. How my underage palate adores you. I bought a carafe (from Salvation Army for $1.50) mainly for the purpose of soaking fruit in barcadi and wine. I haven’t had a chance to concoct some of my own, but it’s July 4th’s Eve and I don’t have to work tomorrow. The plan is to make a small batch tonight so I can test it out on Friday while I endure America’s patriotism.
I just googled images to insert in this post, and I found a really good looking recipe including peaches, limes, and Sauvignon Blanc. I think this is the ticket.
I spent many an afternoon listening to Free To Be You And Me on vinyl. I think I remembered it because Jezebel posted a clip of Carol Channing from Alice in Wonderland, and her voice reminded me of one of he actresses in the skits. Maybe it is her? I didn’t watch the video version of FTBYAM until I was 12 or 13 which three or four years after I started listening to the record.
Anyway, these babies are totally creepy looking, but I still enjoy listening (and watching) to these skits as much as I did when I was the loser who sat straight-backed and cross legged in front of the record player.
And Sex And the City has created a monster. Apparently there is no such thing as original work anymore, so producers are digging through the grab bag of yesteryear’s sitcoms for moneymakers. According to The Daily Mail, all of the cast members of Friends are signing on to make a movie based on the show that was popular … like four years ago.
Another mediocre performance with unattainable and unimaginable wealth/scenarios.
I’m skeptical of this new restaurant The General Greene. Partially because it’s opening in the old space of June — which seemed sort of shady — but also because in this New York magazine write up, the owners are “looking to make the General Greene a neighborhood staple for what they are calling “high-quality American comfort foods” and “classic-minded cocktails.”” Yawn. Maggie Brown, anyone? (A personal favorite, I’m a fan of the mac and cheese and sangria).
While DeKalb Ave. has a TON of restaurants, they all coexist so well because they have their own shtick. Red Bamboo has the vegetarian soul food, Sushi-D — obvious, Madiba has South African eats like Bunny Chow, Chez Oskar for fancy French burgers, Bonita has Mexican, Kif has Ethiopian, and there’s an Indian place I forget the name of.
I was never really interested in June. I tried a pear and almond salad there once, but isn’t that something you can get prepackaged at Whole Foods? And why put a comfort food restaurant right across the street from Red Bamboo (which probably has the least snobby atmosphere for a restaurant in Fort Greene)? The restaurant’s street sign is plain and boring, the interior is stark and resembles what Ikea would advertise as their out-of-the-box restaurant set. But maybe that’s what the newer people in this neighborhood are going for: something safe to remind them of suburbia.
Seriously, how did they get so many people to be in this movie? Drew Barrymore, Jamie Lee Curtis, Salma Hayek, etc etc. Maybe they all knew the preview would be on the same screen as Wall-e but underestimated the shudder-inducing power of the preview.
