because we’re going for a ride.
Here’s the white board again with a slew of fall menu ideas; the ones that are crossed off are live if they have a date next to them, and dead if they don’t (pending ideas are the ones remaining). In addition to what’s on the board, there are a beet salad with navel oranges and cracked hazelnuts, a hot and cold endive salad with avocado and grapefruit, and a salad of young greens from Forni-Brown Gardens with pomegranate vinaigrette and pickled fennel.
I prepped 18 of those salads, made one for the cooks and I to taste, made one for the servers to taste at lineup. The sixteen remaining salads sold out before 7pm and we had to reprint menus! It outsold the peaches and the heirloom tomatoes, which I thought nothing but lobster risotto would be able to do.
Dale Murphy is still my favorite baseball player. I’m surrounded by supposed Giants fans, but none of them spoke up during the regular season, and I suspect they’re kind of closeted because they still secretly support Barry Bonds and his Easter Island-ish skull. Anyway: Ankiel.
Last night’s new items on the produce order sheet:
french round carrot
baby chiogga beets
large red beets
In my purely speculative forays into why the East coast has better and more diverse fish for eating than we do on the West coast, I’ve formulated a (boring, predictable?) theory: the West coast is newer (geologically), with a harsher, more dramatic coastline, fewer harbors, deltas, marshes, and the like. More rocky beaches and cliffs. So our marine life is rock-clingers (like mussels and oysters), flatfish (halibut and petrale sole), and strong deep-ocean swimmers (amberjack and tuna). East coast fish have gentle tides, places to hide from predators, and a broader continental shelf. It’s entirely possible this theory is already well-known or shot to hell, either one without my knowing it, but it makes sense to me, but then so did Clerks 2.