Gorgonzola, Pears, and a Brief Spring Moment

March 22, 2008 at 6:02 pm 1 comment

First thing’s first: last night David and I made a fantastic meal we are both quite proud of. It was fresh orecchiette pasta in a gorgonzola cheese sauce with sautéed pears and a little arugula (rucola here and rocket in England) on the side. It was really great. It’s not really a spring dish, but it was really delicious.

So, it’s been a few days and I thought I’d leave a kind of a general post before David and I leave for spring break in Prague and Berlin tomorrow. This trip is looking like it’s going to be really fantastic, and I’m hoping to post, at least briefly, from our friend Charlotte‘s place.

It’s been raining a lot this weekend, but it’s been starting to get become really nice out in general. Last night I went to a club called Le Maison. Admittedly, I haven’t done much clubbing here, but this place was pretty much everything I could want or expect from a European club. There was at least an hour featuring only my favorite 90s alt-rock hits. I didn’t get Euro-trashed, but we did stay until it closed. Walking back to trastevere, the streets were empty, the air was crisp but not chilly, and the sky was out of rain as if recharging for dawn.

Here’s a poem for you; “The Last Word of a Blue Bird” by Robert Frost. Read it out loud, and remember that trough is supposed to rhyme with cough.

As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, “Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?
I just came to tell you
To tell Lesley (will you?)
That her little Bluebird
Wanted me to bring word
That the north wind last night
That made the stars bright
And made ice on the trough
Almost made him cough
His tail feathers off.
He just had to fly!
But he sent her Good-by,
And said to be good,
And wear her red hood,
And look for the skunk tracks
In the snow with an ax-
And do everything!
And perhaps in the spring
He would come back and sing.

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  • 1. keyo  |  March 26, 2008 at 5:12 am

    Hi Josh, I enjoy reading your blog. Glad you’re having such a grand time in Italy. When I was 2 yrs old we lived in Amherst, as did Robert Frost. My father knew him slightly and one day we bumped into him in a market in the produce aisle. He showed me a lemon and told me the best thing about it was it’s smell. Then he walked away as he tossed the lemon up and down in the air. Love the poem you shared.
    Keep cooking. Keyo

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Josh Kramer is a blogger, cartoonist, journalist, etc. I'm the Editor of The Cartoon Picayune. I live in Washington, DC and I just graduated from the Center for Cartoon Studies. See work by me and my classmates.

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