66 Square Feet: Le Weekend

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Le Weekend

We hit Prune for a burger. No, the lunch menu has still not changed, not one bit. If I were a cook in that kitchen I think the monotony would do me in. But it's good for me because I eat there a lot less than I used to, sparing the dollars and the lb's. However. I am very, very (very) happy with the burgers. Lamb, butter, bacon, butter, garlic, butter, parsley, butter, cheese, and butter. And some butter.

And superlative French fries. Vince liked them...

Apparently Gabrielle Hamilton faced-off with Bobby I-hate-him Flay on Iron Chef on Sunday? Anyone see it? I don't have a TV. Did she whup his ass?

2 comments:

VinceJuly 23, 2008 at 8:53 PM
Dripping butter with you at Prune was quite fun. But I forgot to give you an autograph... ;-)
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MarieJuly 23, 2008 at 10:30 PM
Yeah. It's official. Tony Bourdain is toast :-)
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What is 66 Square Feet About?

It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

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Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes