“to love
means this:
to run
into the depths of a yard
and, till the rook-black night,
chop wood
with a shining axe…
to us
love
tells us, humming
that the stalled engine
of the heart
has started to work
again.”
— I’ve been collecting my favorite poetry and short stories in a folder labeled Inspiration since I was 21; years ago, I added this Vladimir Mayakovsky poem (“Comrade Kostrov”) to the collection (the oversized note card it was written on fell out of the folder earlier this week).
As an epilogue to 2011, I’ll be posting a series of year-end lists—because the Internet needs a few more—that includes my favorite discoveries and experiences of the past year.
I traveled quite a bit this past year, starting with Austin in January and concluding with Las Vegas in December. In between those two trips, I spent more time at boarding gates and in the air than with friends and family. In each city, one thing that I looked forward to was at least one good meal—it was the souvenir I took from each destination, along with a few Instragram photos.
Of all creative endeavors, food is the most sensual—whereas an image, song or film can evoke feelings intended by its artists, food allows individuals to hear1, smell, touch and taste the art.
Reading Laura’ Esquivel’s Like Water for Chocolate taught me that cooking was about expressing your feelings through food, while Alfonse Arau’s film adaptation opened my eyes to the erotic possibilities of cooking (which I haven’t forgotten). Immediately after watching the film, I decided cooking would become my creative expression.
Over the past two decades, meals with friends and family account for most of my favorite memories. While I won’t always remember a friend’s birthday, I’ll remember the restaurant and meal. Here are my favorite meals and recipes of 2010…
Meal: Lamb Burger with Feta Cheese and Roasted Peppers, French Fries and a Kingdom Come @ The Breslin, Manhattan
During a business trip to New York in July, I desperately craved a cheeseburger after an exhausting day of work2, so I wandered into the Breslin. I got a table upstairs—far from the maddening crowd—where I could enjoy (re)reading Haruki Murakami’s South of the Border, West of the Sun with dinner. The lamb burger was nice and smoky; the fries perfectly dry, crunchy and salty. The Kingdom Come cocktail (whiskey, orange essence, black tea syrup, lemon juice and egg white) was a little sour, but I didn’t care: after spending the 20 of the past 24 hours either working in or presenting from PowerPoint, it was nice to have a quiet, lazy dinner alone, with my mind in a book3.
Honorable Mention: Wagyu Beef Carpaccio @ Blue Ribbon Sushi, Las Vegas (if all beef had this much natural flavor, there would be no more vegetarians).
Cocktail: Pimm’s 74 @ RN74, San Francisco
Menu description: Housemade Pimm’s, Campari, Ginger Beer and Prosecco
While I spent most of the year fixated on cocktails that featured egg whites (often paired with pisco or bourbon), the Pimm’s 74 was the most memorable, due to its presentation—in an oversized wine glass, with fresh cut oranges, peaches and pears—and its crisp, fruit-forward taste with just enough ginger, herbs and bitters to tickle the tip of the tongue but not linger. Sexy, tart and confident… like my date that evening.
Honorable Mention: Bluebeard @ Thieves Tavern, Los Angeles (blueberries, bourbon, egg whites, lime and bitters).
Recipe: Marinated Buffalo Mozzarella and Tomatoes
I discovered Yotam Ottolengh’s Plenty in the fall and decided to prepare a dinner party inspired by his Mediterranean vegetarian palette. Of the three recipes I chose, the Marinated Buffalo Mozzarella had that wow factor; it’s prepared toasting fennel, then smashing it—along lemon zest, oil, basil, oregano and garlic—into the freshest buffalo mozzarella you can find. The cheese should be served at room temperature, along with a few tomatoes and pimento peppers for stuffing. The flavor is complex (the fennel, lemon and garlic compete for your taste buds) and simply delicious.
Honorable Mention: Martha’s Macaroni and Cheese, from smittenkitchen.com (I brought a tray to Thanksgiving dinner and everyone fought over the leftovers, continuing to talk about it weeks later. I’ve tried dozens of mac and cheese recipes and this one is the most simple and tastiest, by far. BTW, I used a cheddar levain bread and panko for the topping.)
(1) Hearing, in the sounds of food sizzling in a platter or the heavy chewing of the person sitting besides you.
(2) My work day featured a six-hour new business presentation, which I worked on until 6AM the morning prior. Now that I think about it, PowerPoint was the theme of quite a bit of my traveling.
(3) I suppose it’s ironic that I chose a dinner alone as my favorite meal, considering all the fuss I made about sharing meals with friends and family. But, it was just that nice to have a meal alone, at that time.
As an epilogue to 2011, I’ll be posting a series of year-end lists—because the Internet needs a few more—that includes my favorite discoveries and experiences of the past year.
Favorite Album: Washed Out, “Within and Without”
As a teenager in the early 90’s, I grew up on modern rock1. The Jesus and Mary Chain, Curve, James, My Bloody Valentine, The Cure, New Order and Catherine Wheel were the bands I followed religiously and relentlessly: I was attracted to their dark, atmospheric, complicated sounds that stood in stark opposition to my comfortable, candy-colored, suburban hometown2. Over the past few years, the influence of the early 90’s modern rock scene has gone mainstream again, with bands such as Washed Out, Toro Y Moi, A Place To Bury Strangers, Tamaryn, True Widow and Cold Cave sampling3 their way through the decade.
Of all the early 90’s revivalists, Washed Out is my favorite, as Ernest Greene collects the most memorable sounds of the decade—synth beats, drum machines, reverberating guitars and vocal effects—arranging them into modern and hopeful compositions (a feeling often absent from modern rock). I love nostalgia and the way a song can transport us back in time; with Washed Out, it’s not a particular moment, rather a state of mind—a return to the optimism of youth and musical discovery that resonates (and shapes you) for a lifetime.
Honorable Mention: M83’s Hurry Up, We’re Dreaming, James Blake’s Self-Titled, Destroyer’s Kaputt (which might have been my favorite if I had a few more months to savor it.)
Favorite Live Show: Tamaryn, The Soft Moon and Black Ryder @ Cafe Du Nord (February 25)
In 24 Hour Party People, Tony Wilson (played by Steve Coogan) mentions that watching Joy Division perform for the first time was like experiencing the history of rock music unfold before his eyes4. In the past 20 years, I’ve been to hundreds of shows and the feeling that Tony describes has happened exactly twice—watching Interpol at Bottom of the Hill over a decade ago (2001), and now, witnessing Soft Moon last year. It’s not just a brilliant performance that makes these shows special… it’s the feeling that you’re witnessing something bigger than anyone in the room can imagine, and that you’ll be talking about the show decades later. While Interpol repackaged post-punk with a sexy, hipster decadence that made everyone in the crowd want to be in the band, the Soft Moon beat the eyeliner and skinny jeans off post-punk and stuffed it with dread, menace and lust—what Joy Division and the other Mancunian bands intended all along. Music often leaves listeners with a physical and emotional reaction, but rarely does it shake your spiritual core, and I was lucky enough to be the unexpected victim of Interpol and the Soft Moon.
Honorable Mention: FYFest in Los Angeles (fulfilling my dream of seeing Death From Above 1979 live); Sleigh Bells @ Williamsburg Hall of Music (say what you will about their bombastic, pre-recorded performance style, but Alexis Krause really knows how to win the crowd); Queens of the Stone Age @ Fox Theatre (as I got to enjoy the show backstage and hang out with the other tattooed, 30-something “band aids” afterward).
Favorite Song: Phantogram’s “16 Years”
The intersection of music and moment plays a significant role in our memory: one influences the way we recall the other and once a connection is made in our mind, they are inseparable. Whereas I would have chosen Tamaryn’s “Dawning” as my favorite song a few months ago, my discovery of Phantogram’s “16 Years” during a time when I sought musical companionship and writing inspiration made it the most important song of my year (see a previous post for additional words about the song).
Honorable Mention: Tamaryn’s “Dawning” (see earlier post), SBTRK’s “Right Thing To Do” (this is the true sound of dubstep), M83’s “Midnight City” (saxophone solos are back, in an epic way).
(1) Instead of using goth-rock, synth-pop, new wave and shoegaze to describe the different music genres listed, I’m going with “modern rock”, much like LIVE105, our local radio station, liked to label these bands.
(2) That, all the cute nerdy girls in high school were part of the goth crowd.
(3) Not necessarily sampling in a technical sense, but you know what I mean.
(4) I’m definitely paraphrasing here, but he did mention something to this effect.
“A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” — Ingrid Bergman, I can’t really argue with you. However, I wish your insight could resolve long-winded client conversations.
“The woman he met. He met a woman. This woman was the woman he met. She was not the woman he expected to meet or planned to met or had carved into his head in full dress with a particular nose and eyes and lips and a very particular brain. No, this was a different woman, the one he met.” — To whom do you listen when your heart and head are in conflict? An excerpt from Aimee Bender’s short story “The Meeting”, published in Willful Creatures.
