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Cooking class yesterday pays off tonight

Sole Almondine

The male DG has yet to blog about his cooking class yesterday led by Village Pub chef Dmitry Elperin but the female DG benefited tonight. It really was a more “inspired by” meal than actual results from the class that featured roasted fish, meat and vegetables (the attendees ate the product, with no leftovers, the female DG adds). As they often do on Sunday, the DGs purchased over-the-top fresh fish from Pietro Parravano at the Menlo Park Farmer’s Market, along with mixed braising greens and young carrots. In ways that the “keep me out of the kitchen at all costs” female DG can’t comprehend, the ingredients were¬† transformed into a meal featuring petrale sole almondine (pictured). What she’s really waiting for is the roasted chicken he was taught to cook…

Update: the male DG reports his cooking class.


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Busy Sunday morning, quieter Sunday afternoon

Chris at farmer's marketThe “grump factor” remains low for the Dual Gs today. They gimped their way to early church, then farmer’s market (unbelievable tomatoes in every variety imaginable), followed by a few stops for future InMenlo blog posts. (The grump factor will stay low as long as the Giants hold on to their lead over Colorado.) The female DG is pleased to be walking again.

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Folksinger Suzanne tells her story

suzanneholland_081609The Dual G’s (gimpy and grumpy) headed as usual to the farmer’s market in Menlo this morning and encountered street musician Suzanne Holland, who is blind. She’d set up a series of posters around her music stool that told her story. Think of this as inspiration for a Sunday, courtesy of Suzanne:

“…it’s the sighted people who are the fearful ones. That’s sad because fear can get in the way of way of expressing yourself. Life should be an adventure – if I feel like going on an excursion, please don’t anybody remind me that I might fall.

“I had words like ‘trip,’ or ‘fall’ or ‘handicapped.’ People look at me and think, ‘Oh isn’t she nice. I wonder who dresses her?’ They’ll do anything for you to have power over you. And they’ll get mad when you say, ‘No thanks, I don’t need any help.’

“I know I sound arrogant, I realize people want to do an act of kindness; sometimes I let them help me for their own sake. But blind people should show how much they’re capable of doing for themselves…”

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