Life of Wry

Been wanting to make this NYT asparagus and goat cheese tart for a while. It gets four stars from both of us.

Prepare a spread of creme fraiche, garlic, lemon zest, nutmeg, salt, goat cheese and egg. Then, roll out a large rectangle of puff pastry…

Score the pastry (not sure this is what they meant) and spread the mix just shy of the scored border…

Lay asparagus and brush olive oil over the top…

Sprinkle some grated parmesan over the whole thing and put in a 425 degree oven for about 25 mins…

And here it is…

After it’s rested for about 15 minutes (and the center sinks back down), sprinkle some parmesan shavings, pepper and drizzle with a bit of olive oil.

So good.

And funnily: Carrie and I walked yesterday and talked about recipes. Turns out she’d also clipped this one and was planning to make it soon. I texted her tonight to say I’d just popped mine in the oven. And so had she! Such a cowinkydink! Here’s hers:

Seems to be a good throwback photo day… so… here are some from this day (give or take) 15 years ago (whoa, that’s crazy):

Peter was in a run-everywhere phase of life. He was 7 years old and we were in Italy:

Coming…

Going…

Coming…

And going…

I gotta get me some of those. Tulip season doesn’t last forever.

Happy Monday to you.

I dreaded today because I’d let a writing project hang over my head for a couple of weeks and — so incredibly baffling to me — could not make myself do it.. and yet, hadda. Clock was ticking, time was running out… I really had no choice but to do it… like, today.

So… beautiful thing #1, I headed downtown to sit at Cloud Forest and write my article. On the way, was mesmerized by a skyful of amazing clouds on a clear, crisp spring day:

Beautiful thing #2 was this yummy avocado toast. I love the way Cloud Forest does theirs… with toasted sesame seeds, cherry toms and a bit of olive oil and salt. Heaven on toasted sourdough.

Beautiful thing #3 was meeting a woman named Mary, who looks like she’ll work out great as our new yard maintenance person who is also a horticulturist and can — in addition to yard maintenance — advise on plants, advise on the planting of our new vegetable garden, prune and shape trees, and other stuff, too. I’m thrilled and relieved and feel 1000% less apprehensive about our yard’s future.

Beautiful thing #4… that article. It may not be done, but a draft is done and presently in the hands of a real editor who can (gently or brutally) steer me in a constructive direction. I think I’m over the hump of reluctance and procrastination.

Beautiful, right?

It was a two-Zoom-event weekend.

There was a concert….

This was Monica’s very interesting and non-traditional singing troupe from the Bay Area, Volti, performing another of its made-for-Zoom concerts. This is the fourth one I’ve “attended” this year and, as if the music isn’t out-of-the-box worthy enough, the performance online is so clever and different.

This was a performance called “Ink” and each of the five pieces was a variation of that: drink, blink, think, link and, finally, ink. This is how they describe it:

“Ink” (a choral work in five movements) by Pamela Z is a work that unfolds in five sonically distinct movements that variously use standard notation, graphic elements, instructions, and rote transmission of sung and spoken vocal material. Speech fragments from interviews with the Volti singers make up a portion of the sonic structure and determine some of the work’s melodic and rhythmic passages.

Here’s a screen grab from the think movement:

(I wonder if this means Monica’s mind is blank?) (Which it never is, btw!)

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So.. there was that.

And then there was a 59th birthday party for Lisa! Five sisters and five honorary sisters.. our whole Northern Michigan Vicki birthday gang. We came with hats and stories. Best Lisa story: the time she brought her horse Dudface into her bedroom… just… to do it. Walked him right in through a sliding glass door that lead to the backyard. At some point, she worried he might poop, so she got him outa there… not sure her mom saw it.. but there are pictures…

Ann had left just before this pic was snapped (by Karen).. but here we are: me, Lisa, Claire, Karen, Leslie, Vicki, Leah, Betsy, Lauren:

Weekend also featured a nice lemon piccata chicken dinner (Chef: Janet); a short, but spectacular rain storm; a springy, lovely Farmer’s Market; a rushed brunch this morning at Bernardo’s (but notable b/c it was Jim’s and my first time eating indoors in Davis); and now, as I type this, the Oscars! (Notable for maybe not being a Zoom-event… we’ll see, it’s on the verge of starting after a very different red carpet.)

Bracing for tomorrow’s storm. Maybe more like anticipating with a tiny bit of preparation. And by preparation, I mean Jim covered the hammock.

Otherwise… the Farmer’s Market was today’s big event, over which hung beautiful skies.

My nephew John and his 5-year-old, River.

He doesn’t always just go along for the ride… he is a skater in his own right (with his own Instagram account):

All photos by the amazing (and proud) Alexis!

My goodness, it’s been a heavy heart week.

While there was a satisfying and due verdict in the George Floyd case, it doesn’t change (yet) the fundamental problems with policing, systemic racism and the general racial injustices that persist. Meanwhile, as if to underscore exactly that, there have been more police-involved shootings this week as we are still reeling from last week’s. One officer shot and killed a 20-year old with a gun when she meant to reach for a taser (that young man, Daunte Wright, was buried today after a high profile, televised memorial); another police officer shot and killed a 16-year old girl who appeared to be on the verge of stabbing another girl with a large knife. That one is less about officer abuse (since he responded as trained) — his split second response while fatal to the knife wielder spared the life of her attackee — and more about fundamental police training issues (why a gun, why shoot to kill?) and, perhaps more fundamental, about a society that failed the troubled teen in the first place.

And, adding sorrow to sorrow, Jim and I attended a memorial today for a Davis 23-year old, Jake, who died way too young of an accidental drug overdose. Hundreds showed up at the cemetery, including so many young folks.

It just makes you want your kid here right now so you can wrap your arms around him in love and safety. It makes you realize, for the gazillionth time, life is precious and can change in a heartbeat… words that sound like platitudes we hear them so often, but they’re just the plain god-honest truth. Life is precious and can change in a heartbeat.

There are a lot of moms and dads in pain this week.

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A few favorite shots of wrapping our boy in love…

Nothing says you gotta lotta work aheada ya like a whole buncha newly built and empty garden beds. Also, Ruben & Co planted the fruit trees… so now we have a working orchard! (Huge overstatement.) Here are some pics of where the backyard stands today:

Taken from the observation tower.. farthest north is the mandarin orange tree, then the meyer lemon and then the existing plum. A portion of the nearly finished beds on the right (irrigation lines to be connected next week, then I can plant them):

Moving my camera to the right to catch a bit more of the beds and a good portion of the patio:

Here is a wider view of this part… lots of construction stuff still to be cleared out, but it gives an idea of the full beddage:

Now, looking down the other side, an overhead shot of the hammock.. and you can see the start of a fig tree (far right). Out of view is the newly planted nectarine… in lower right, if you could see it:

And because the color is magnificent.. the last blooming purple tulip. Couldn’t you just live in that tulip, surrounded forever by that color?

Derek Chauven = guilty.

Judge Cahill read the jury’s verdict/s of guilty on three counts (after just ten-ish hours of deliberations), then Chauvin was handcuffed and remanded.

Today, George Floyd’s life mattered. It mattered to his family, but he was also a proxy for unjustly treated people everywhere.

That is a good day.

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Van Jones said that a lot of people woke up today afraid to hope. Yes, sir. Exactly that. At coffee with Vicki, before the verdict, she asked what I thought would happen, and I said my best guess was a hung jury, maybe the manslaughter count, or.. acquitted. We all knew what happened. We all saw it. But I didn’t have faith. I, like everyone, was full of dread.

[And I’m a white woman, well outside the zone of fear, completely untouched by other people’s reality. I was full of dread today and cynicism, yes, but mine will never be the same as that of people battered by centuries of abuse and marginalization. Their reality, our collective problem.]

Now, evening, I find myself grateful beyond words that the wrong thing didn’t happen today. Grateful, relieved, but quaking in my boots wondering how we’ll ensure justice going forward for when it happens again. It will happen again, a thousand fold.

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But for.

But for the cell phone video of Darnella Frazier, this case would have been closed before it opened. If you want to feel sick.. deeply weary… read the initial police report of their encounter with George Floyd a year ago. That tells you all you need to know about trusting the police, about the internal policing of the police. It should scare the bejeezus out of you because we all know there are incidents — hundreds? thousands? — that fly under the public radar, that get buried for lack of a Darnella Frazier recording.

Even though we all watched a murder in process for ten minutes in broad daylight, a lot had to come together for us to arrive at this point today. It was a girl’s chance recording of the entire 9 1/2 minutes, it was the shock and outrage of a nation numbed by a pandemic, it was the appointment of Keith Ellison to the case, it was the breakdown of the blue wall — a whole bunch of police officers compelled to testify against one of their own — and somehow a jury came together to render a unanimous verdict.

And because of all of that, this one went the distance.

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A country awakened to the rank injustices in law enforcement and our judicial system is worth a ton. And now the ball’s in our court — the public’s. We somehow have to sustain the focus and outrage to keep people engaged in order to bring about a real shift in cultural attitudes.. right? As Van said, a guilty verdict today isn’t the end. There’s a lot to do to bring about fair policing. The public has to want it, the media’s got to keep it alive, there has to be significant pressure on our policy makers and legislators at all levels to re-imagine our policies, practices and laws.

The George Floyd Justice in Policing Act is an important step. Ban chokeholds, establish a registry for bad cops, the Senate can approve right now Biden’s pick of Kristen Clarke for Civil Rights Chief in the DOJ (we made calls for her a couple days ago!). Those are concrete steps…

…and wow…it’s a long slog from today’s outrage all the way to systemic change. Like VP Harris said this afternoon, a measure of justice is not equal justice. She also said this is not black people’s issue alone. It’s all of ours. Van put it this way: it’s a math problem.. the majority has to work with the minority; we need numbers here.

The prosecution said there was a “bouquet of humanity” who bore witness that day, who ended up testifying in the trial. A commentator today said the jury was also a bouquet of humanity.. people from so many walks who had to come together in unanimity to bring about justice in this case. And now that same bouquet’s gotta get activated across an entire nation to ensure that justice is the ultimate, enduring outcome for all people, including people of color.

Right?

I heard a lot of dubious commentary today, even as people acknowledged and celebrated today’s amazing decision. Justice is ultimately way more than this verdict, this issue is bigger than one man’s death. It’s about an entire system that does not protect black people in the same way as it protects white people. I can understand the dubiousness.

We’ll see what happens with the next one.

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Some pics, screen grabs from today: