A postcard after sunrise
Living inside a snow globe
Posted Monday, January 15, 2007
Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Holiday!
This morning, my puppy had to do her outside business before the maintenance workers salted the grounds. I thought my baby looked so cute leaving behind tiny paw prints in the snow. And walking downhill was an adventure. Daisy wanted to get back inside our 70-degree apartment and she kept pulling on her leash. I tried explaining the physics of the dog owner and the dog-on-leash dynamic. When she eagerly mushed about like an Iditarod competitor, that made her owner flail about on the icy hill. Thankfully, we made it back without injuries. Crazy puppy.
For the last few days, I've lived in an alternate universe. I'm covering for our evening producer and I've discovered what it feels like to sleep at night. It felt weird at first and then I started liking it. I've also found people in the newsroom can get a little kooky on the dayside just like those working the night shifts.
My body promised to put me through hell when I try to switch back to my vampire sleeping schedule.
Thanks to the weather, I spent my Saturday in the cozy cocoon of our apartment, where I caught up on Gregory Maguire's "Mirror Mirror" and Thomas Friedman's essays on the world after 9/11 in his book, "Longitudes and Attitudes." When the weather outside was frightful (defined as icy rain, 15-degrees and all over painful to exposed flesh), I grooved to Elliot Smith, Kid 606 and the joint effort by Calexico and Iron & Wine: "He Lays In The Reins." We ordered out from Mandeno's - toasted raviolis, fettuccine Alfredo with bacon and buffalo wings. During dinner, we channeled surfed between Napoleon Dynamite and the Princess Bride.
Of course Sunday didn't feel warmer but I felt a little guilty indulging in a slothful Saturday. So we forced ourselves to head out to the Brick Oven for brunch. I expected somewhat decent food and I didn't expect their brunch offerings to exceed my expectations.
The mimosa and Kir Royale helped us thaw out. Champagne to help me wake-up and orange juice for vitamin C makes the mimosa my perfect breakfast drink.
The stuffed waffles worried me. I thought the filling of strawberry cream cheese would make it taste sickly sweet. Instead, it was the perfect fruity compliment to every fluffy bite. My honey said they only needed a drizzle of syrup. Plus, the Creme de Cassis in the Kir provided another tasty raspberry-like highlight over the waffles. I didn't think it was possible, but these stuffed waffles tasted better than the ones served up at Milton's in Lawrence.
I loved these breakfast bruschettas. I bet they would make a romantic morning-after meal. Instead of whipping up the traditional hearty omelet, the starry-eyed lover can simply bake these toasted points, drizzle on the olive oil and topped them with scrambled eggs. At the Brick Oven, tossing in the goat cheese, sun-dried tomatoes and basil pesto packed in a savory punch that melded nicely with the light egg flavors. I imagine couples would enjoy hand-feeding bruschettas in bed over balancing separate omelet plates on their knees.
Or they could always go to the Brick Oven for one of the yummiest brunches in town.
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