Weekend recording.
Mar. 14th, 2010 10:35 pmI've taken a bike ride up to the North ponds every day this weekend. Sometimes it's just a way to get out of the house for a bit, and sometimes it's the start to something longer - usually the first one, because it's a short loop I can do in about a half-hour and move for a little while.
On Friday I went before going out to dinner with my brother and grandmother to a local Greek restaurant which serves what I think is the world's greatest pizza. The crust is rich, moist, and airy, like focaccia bread, which is what gives it the edge. That, and the odd toppings: we had our favorite, the Spanakopita, which is spinach and three cheeses. Dessert was a chocolate cheesecake and I also had a cup of Greek coffee, which was wonderful once it cooled down a bit.
On Saturday, I went to services with my mom and dad. It's been a while since I've been to a Saturday morning service, in Davis or otherwise, and above all else it was comforting to go and sing the melodies I knew so well. After lunch, I went downtown and bought a used book with spare change, which is really the most appropriate way to go about it, and then got a light blue top for summer at a local couture shop. When I got home, my dad, older brother, and I went biking up to the North ponds, but kept on going past them to make a loop right on the edge of town. It's literally the edge of town: behind the houses there's a paved bike path, a fence, a stream-bed, and then fields.
For dinner, my brother, my grandmother and me went to an Italian place in Sacramento, where I tried to order a glass of wine, almost wasn't allowed because I didn't have my ID, and then got one when I smiled at our server, who took my laugh lines as proof of age. As signs of aging go, I'll take those any day.
It was such a clear day that, driving over rice fields across the valley to Sacramento, I could see the Coast Range to the West, the Sierra Navada to the East, the Sutter Buttes to the North, and Mount Diablo to the South. Four for four - it's what happens when you live in a valley.
Today I went biking to the Arboretum in the afternoon, where I tried counting all the turtles I saw and lost track around forty and watched five cormorants come up and down and chase each other when one shot out of the water with a fish. In the afternoon, I took the long way around to the North Ponds, where I stayed for a while to watch the geese honking at the ducks and the coots.
Dinner was leftover squash cooked with garlic, onion, and scallion, all mixed together in a big pan. I ought to do that sort of thing more often: winter squash makes an excellent anchor for stovetop cooking.
And the bread for the week is cooling on the racks, and with Daylight Saving Time I'm well and truly tired.
On Friday I went before going out to dinner with my brother and grandmother to a local Greek restaurant which serves what I think is the world's greatest pizza. The crust is rich, moist, and airy, like focaccia bread, which is what gives it the edge. That, and the odd toppings: we had our favorite, the Spanakopita, which is spinach and three cheeses. Dessert was a chocolate cheesecake and I also had a cup of Greek coffee, which was wonderful once it cooled down a bit.
On Saturday, I went to services with my mom and dad. It's been a while since I've been to a Saturday morning service, in Davis or otherwise, and above all else it was comforting to go and sing the melodies I knew so well. After lunch, I went downtown and bought a used book with spare change, which is really the most appropriate way to go about it, and then got a light blue top for summer at a local couture shop. When I got home, my dad, older brother, and I went biking up to the North ponds, but kept on going past them to make a loop right on the edge of town. It's literally the edge of town: behind the houses there's a paved bike path, a fence, a stream-bed, and then fields.
For dinner, my brother, my grandmother and me went to an Italian place in Sacramento, where I tried to order a glass of wine, almost wasn't allowed because I didn't have my ID, and then got one when I smiled at our server, who took my laugh lines as proof of age. As signs of aging go, I'll take those any day.
It was such a clear day that, driving over rice fields across the valley to Sacramento, I could see the Coast Range to the West, the Sierra Navada to the East, the Sutter Buttes to the North, and Mount Diablo to the South. Four for four - it's what happens when you live in a valley.
Today I went biking to the Arboretum in the afternoon, where I tried counting all the turtles I saw and lost track around forty and watched five cormorants come up and down and chase each other when one shot out of the water with a fish. In the afternoon, I took the long way around to the North Ponds, where I stayed for a while to watch the geese honking at the ducks and the coots.
Dinner was leftover squash cooked with garlic, onion, and scallion, all mixed together in a big pan. I ought to do that sort of thing more often: winter squash makes an excellent anchor for stovetop cooking.
And the bread for the week is cooling on the racks, and with Daylight Saving Time I'm well and truly tired.
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