I am thankful and chuffed about my new, navy blue and white casserole pan (below) from the thrift store. Abby had priced it $4, and it'd been hanging around the store for a couple days before I bought it on Tuesday.
I looked it up this morning:
it's lotus enamelware, made by the Norwegian Catherineholm co. that closed in 1972. [Here, a collector's guide.]
So, it's sort of like finding vintage Marimekko (well, though enamel lasts longer than fabric). It goes with my Dansk pans--modern remakes of a 1950s design--also from the thrift store.
(Of course. It goes without saying that most anything I own is from the store.)
I made this sweet potato casserole with no added-sugar, which is not to say it's not sweet (or that it's low-calorie). Grated apple, dried apricots, and coconut milk make it, for my taste, a dessert. I was going to sprinkle pecans on top, but that seems like overkill.
I'm taking it to bink & Maura's in a couple hours. It's 1 p.m. now, and snowing, so bink is going to pick me up. Also the casserole weighs a ton.
Last night I made the Morrocan fish dish. (The recipe I'd posted yesterday). It was excellent! Chopped up parsley & garlic, smushed in olive oil---that's ALL YOU NEED for anything to taste good.
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I'd put together a little packet of Thanksgiving presents (below) for Marz.
The Tucci cookbook is off eBay, not from the store. But the snowflake dishtowel, garlic press, and the Green Pan are. Tucci recommends that brand of nonstick pan--it's enamel, not Teflon.
I fried eggs in it this morning, and now I want one for myself. No stuck-on egg.
West Duluth is gentrifying, in part. (Yoga studios and breweries.) Marz calls that newly chic part "Little California".
The haircutting place is not in that West Duluth.
She showed the hair cutter a picture of the young Luke Skywalker and said she wanted his haircut.
She got... a mullet.
Which Luke's sort of is, but not that pronounced.
It looks great on Marz, just unexpected.
Mullets are back in style, sort of. I don't know why people don't like them, actually. Is it a class thing? (I'm betting it's a class thing.)
I'd never been opposed to them. Had one myself in the '90s.
BELOW: Here's a splendid modern-day mullet!
Promoted by Irish musician and comic Garron Noone on IG. Sharp sides lead to a waterfall topped with a chicken crest... (You can't see here, but the young man has a splendid golden mustache too.)
It's hilarious and wonderful having a college student visit. Mostly Marz is off seeing other friends, and when she's here, she's putting together Russian Empire flash cards for the final exam in ten days.
As I cooked, she read some out loud to me, and answered them.
I know almost nothing of Russia before the Soviet era but wasn't entirely surprised that it's a lot like now. Expansion! Autocracy! Injustice! Body Parts!
(Makes Donald look like a kook of an amateur. Not that they didn't have those too.)
Marz says our January 6 would fit right in.
Let's storm the Kremlin!
Heaven help us.
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I hate people telling me to be thankful. So treacly pious. And actually, so mild. Too mild.
'Thankful' doesn't touch what it is to find oneself in existence, a conscious bit of carbon.
So, I won't say I'm thankful for you blog-worlders, I'll say I'm gobsmacked that you and I exist in the same tiny pinprick of time and space.
Hello, there!
How's your ride going?
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