Sometimes we just don’t feel like cooking dinner, so we head across the road to our neighborhood bar, Maxwell’s. ”The usual?” she asks. “The usual,” we agree. Reubens with coleslaw for us, Summit EPA for him, Surly Furious for me.
Category: Eat
Best of Summer
On my “best of summer” list: cooked-to-order breakfast sandwiches from Bread & Pickle at Lake Harriet.
Supermarket Hike
While the boys and their mom enjoyed the beach and the waves, we hiked to a supermarket where we filled backpacks with fresh produce and meats for the grill. We got in a pleasant hike and stocked up beyond the limited selections at two small stores near where we’re staying.
Dreaming of Paella
We’ve been talking for months about revisiting this restaurant by the beach for paella. There was plenty paella to feed the six of us at lunch, including two teenagers. In the foreground, shrimp are being rinsed in a sink, and chopped-up wooden pallets wait to fuel the fire.
Stale Bread/Magic Ingredient
On the kitchen counter: stale bread we’d been collecting in the freezer. Tonight, one of my favorite salads: Italian bread salad.
Farmers Kitchen
Yum. Breakfast at Farmers Kitchen and Bar: ingredients from MN farms, owned by the MN Farmers Union. Dwight then went to his Thursday gig (volunteering in a University of MN greenhouse) and I went foraging for best prescription medication prices for both of us at two pharmacies.
Hidden Cookies
Picked up cookies from Rustica (the best) en route to a medical appointment. Back home they mysteriously disappeared from the kitchen counter. Eventually found them in Dwight’s secret hiding place on a high shelf. I expect one cookie will be metered out with a cuppa this evening.
Helpful Art Gallery Meal
While Dwight volunteered at the U, I took in David Hockney at the Walker, ready to like everything. Reminded, yet again, likes and dislikes are fluid and ultimately irrelevant. His pool scenes are easy to like; other works take effort and openness. IPA in the restaurant helped.
Missed Opportunity
Friends couldn’t join us, but we walked out, anyway, to a wine bar we’ve never visited. Pupus were excellent: dates (terroir for Palm Springs) wrapped in bacon, and meatballs.
Hike and Grilled Cheese
Hiked in the mountains for a few hours, then walked down into Palm Springs for a late lunch of grilled cheese sandwiches and beer.