mind your cholesterol

We had a delightful dinner with Nancy and her husband, Scott.
Husbando's dish was perfect for the hungry travelers.

BAKED ZITI (CARM SOPRANO-STYLE)

Can be made ahead of time.

.1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
.1/4 cup fresh oregano leaves
.1 lb. Italian fennel sausage
.1 cup fresh ricotta
.1 large white onion
.1 cup fresh Parmigiano-Reggiano
.1 garlic clove, finely chopped
.1/3 cup chopped Italian parsley
.Kosher salt and fresh pepper
.1 lb. ziti or penne
.1/3 cup dry red wine
.1/2 lb. mozzarella - preferably fresh, small pieces
.1 (35 oz.) can organic tomatoes
chopped with their juices

Preheat over to 425º. Bring large pot of salted water to a boil. Grease
a large 12x15” baking dish with about 1 tablespoon of the olive oil.

Remove sausage from casing and crumble. Set aside.

Heat the remaining 3 tablespoons olive oil in a large heavy skillet over medium heat. Add the onion and saute until it becomes translucent. Add
the sausage and saute for about 6 minutes, or until it begins to brown.
Add the garlic and cook for a few more minutes. Season with salt and
pepper. Pour off and discard most of the fat in the pan. Add the wine and
let it reduce for about 6 minutes, or until it is almost gone.

Add the tomatoes and their juices and cook over medium heat for about
10 minutes. When the sauce begins to thicken, add the oregano and stir
well. Season to taste again.

Combine the ricotta, half of the Parmigiano-Reggiano and the parsley in a
large bowl; season with salt and pepper.

Cook the pasta until al dente. Drain well, reserving about 1/4 cup of the
cooking water. Toss the pasta with the ricotta mixture and coat well.
Toss again with the tomato and sausage mixture. If the mixture appears
dry, add a splash of the reserved cooking water.

Pour it all into the prepared baking dish, sprinkle with the remaining
Parmigiano-Reggiano on top and dot with the mozzarella.

Bake for 15 to 20 minutes, or until the top is nicely browned.

Serves 4 to 6.

a pie shop in the mish?

"The best scones in the City", a friend at work told me.
Everyday walking home from BART I pass the Mission Pie Shop
and I like what I see. Unpretentious, cozy and usually busy.
Yesterday we stopped in, finally, and bought two apricot
scones for our breakfast today ~ yummy. Just as good as my
favorite scone place (name forgotten) in Ashland, Oregon ~
the one where you sit out on the front porch and watch the
natives going about their peaceful (we hope) lives.

So head for 25th and Mission and buy a pie, read the history.
It's a success, I'm thinking, because they're expanding to
that big corner space in front of them. Sometimes growth can
hurt a new business, but I have a feeling that this won't.
Next we'll try a pie, now that the scones have passed the test.

walking and remembering

It rained heavily this morning while I was in yoga ~ the new teacher
and I are getting used to each other. He's one of those pretzel guys,
but I'm determined to stick with this Wednesday morning ritual because
it refreshes my body and calms my nerves. I sure miss my old teacher,
but change happens.

Speaking of which, I took a long walk in The Mish this afternoon, in
the sun. Beautiful. The Blogmaid, who has not a drop of Mexican blood
in her system, has influenced me to appreciate the Day of the Dead, so
I browsed in a craft store and bought a few items for our Saturday night
gathering. During the walk I thought about all the people I know who
have died ~ not in a sad way, just thinking about them. Only last week
I could count them on my left hand, but now if I were to list all the
friends and family who are no longer in my life it would take a whole
new blog. But I'm not depressed, really, it's all part of life.

I think I would (for the first time) like to join the Day of the Dead
walk on Friday night, November 2nd. I could take one of the glass "saint's
candles" that I bought today and a photo or two for the altar.

On a much brighter note, my very alive step dot Nancy arrives tomorrow
and this will be a glorious weekend indeed. Husbando is cooking zito
(just like Carm Soprano makes) for our dinner tomorrow night.

an amazing true big city story

Tuck this little story into your memory file for those times when
you lose faith in the goodness of people ~ or when someone says that
big cities are cold and heartless.

A woman called for the MOD (Manager on Duty) yesterday afternoon.
She said that she had lost a good deal of cash in our big box,
down by the cash registers. I took all the information: transaction
number, cashier number, time of transaction, name and phone number,
etc. and I was prepared to have Loss Prevention do a search using our
video camera system. I thought we would see another customer casually
pick-up this woman's money.

Well, thanks to some honest customer, our wonderful cashiers and one
of our supervisors who was service manager at the time, the money was
locked away in our safe. I called the customer and asked her to tell
me what the note said on the money and she said, "Emergency Cash".

The young mother came in about 1/2 hour later in disbelief, and I
handed her the $500. Smiles all around.

the dozen faceless deities

I've had this picture of 580 California Street up here in the upper
left hand corner of my desktop since May. Muriel Castanis created
these eerie corporate goddesses and you'll see them on the 23rd
floor of this Phillip Johnson-designed high rise in our financial
district, right across from the BofA. (I took this photo from the
event we worked at the bank.) These ghostly figures have been here
for 25 years and I had never known about them. There is a lot of urban
lore and people who have to work and look at these 12 foot high hollow
figures find them incredibly disturbing. There are 3 on each side of
the building.

The faceless twelve are back lit at night. I'd like to see that. The
article I read (in the L.A. Times, of all places) said that each
figure was dropped in place by helicopter. That had to be quite a
scene. Ms. Castanis is dead now, taking her creative secrets with her,
but I like to think that these women are warning us about corporate
greed and how easy it is to lose our souls when chasing big bucks.

it took courage

We finally watched Away from Her tonight. Not an easy film, but
certainly worth seeing. Alzheimer's at its worst, from both
sides of the situation. Julie Christie's character has it, her
husband of 44 years does his best to help her. Scary stuff, and
yet it is an excellent film with some unexpected twists and turns.
I didn't realize that it was from an Alice Munro short story.

remember the movie?

It was back in '93 with Stockard Channing, Will Smith, Donald
Sutherland and I loved it then, but always suspected it would
be even better in the theatre, since this is how Six Degrees of
Separation first came into being.

Right again. This is a stunning play ~ taut and profound. The
acting is powerful too, and we were both moved by these
wealthy Upper East Side New Yorkers and the young black man
who visits them and changes their lives so dramatically.
Congrats once again to the tiny SF Playhouse up on Sutter!

today ~ the real columbus day

call me a foodie, go ahead...

More beautiful fall weather here in Frisco. Last night
Husbando said, "we need to remember how lucky we are to
live here", and I had almost been thinking the same thing.
We were walking down Pacific Ave. after dinner with a good
friend at Ristorante Milano, a small neighborhood place
with (I swear) better food than most places in Italy.
We had never heard of it, and yet this restaurant has
existed for maybe 15 years. Crowded, not noisy and so
warm and inviting. And yes, I found a good/free parking
place a few blocks away, so there.

Our Italian dinner followed a tasty Thai lunch in our very
own nabe, Manivanh, up on 24th Street in the Mish. Another
busy spot filled mostly with workers wearing lanyards from
General Hospital.

And today? Costco! What more could a woman ask for?

marbles, postcards and shadow boxes

Hop on the bus, Gus, and visit the SFMOMA for Joseph Cornell's quirky
collection of delicate yet bizarre boxes and collages. A fascinating
look into this New York artist's time (he died in 1972 at the age of 69)
and life. He was a recluse, yet did achieve success and recognition
with his strange surrealistic work. I didn't spend nearly enough time
there yesterday on my lunch hour, so I'll be back again and again. The
exhibit lasts through Jan. 6.

pumpkin pride & prejudice

Right now, right this morning, you can add People Who Grow Giant
Pumpkins to my long list of folks whom I never want to talk to, even
for a few minutes. ("whom" is used correctly?) The stupid monster
(pumpkin, not man, maybe) yesterday weighed 1500 lbs.

The big box was a mess last night. There was a customer wandering
around the store for an hour before we closed. I made MANY closing
announcements, and at 11pm he decides to inquire about his two
special orders, which of course were hidden in some remote place and
I will admit to getting just a little snippy. I had a GREAT closing
crew, so they found his books, cleaned the store and we were all
home before midnight. But truly, women do get weary.

Today I'm 10 to 7 and I think I need a trip to the museum to restore
my soul. No pumpkin exhibits at SFMOMA, to my knowledge.

who needs fiction?

We watched 51 Birch Street last night after the Yankees win.
The filmmaker wanted to record his parents for posterity and
during this his mother dies. Difficult and shocking. But then,
3 months later, his father happily marries his secretary. You can
see where this is going. Things are never quite what they seem,
are they? Take a look, you'll be hooked.

the event in photos

There were a TON of people, dogs, cats, birds (in cages) and one
lovely snake. But the highlight was, of course, Jane Goodall ~ she
is too beautiful to describe. I didn't get to hear her speak, but I
was told that it was mostly Q&A and of course, in this city, some of
those Qs were "odd". It was a glorious Fall day and we were outside,
so it was a treat. I didn't work v. hard, if truth be known.

just be yourself, Livan

I'm home in time to watch the Cubs and Snakes. I always root for
Chicago unless the Giants are practicing their own brand of bad
luck. Perhaps this photo will help, but at the moment Arizona
is leading two-zip. Not good., except that Livan Hernandez is pitching
and we remember him all too well.

Jane will be blessing animals tomorrow at Grace Cathedral. I'd
better warm all the batteries now for my camera.

i'm part of the chimp team!

Yes, not only do I get to work this event, but my
dear friend Dancing Jen (ex-big box manager) will
be helping us! Shall I wear a lemur in my hair?
John Cleese would approve.

sunday with jane?

Today I find out if I get to work the Sunday off-site at Grace
Cathedral. We will be selling books for Jane Goodall, who will be
speaking to a crowd of 500 or so fans. It will be an honor for us.
We are notoriously short staffed on Sundays, so I won't know for
sure until I check the schedule at approximately 6:05am.

analyzing blogs & bloggers

I knew yesterday's post would elicit lots of great comments.
And thanks for that. When I took my first writing class back
in 2001, the Salon Mistress spent a good deal of time pushing
me to write about my deepest feelings and to let the readers
really know what's going on. I used to whimper as I read stuff
aloud, but I knew she was right and my best writing is always
very personal, and really pretty basically human. Never truly
shocking or exciting (drat), just heartfelt.

In commano I play it safe. Mostly because I'm a rather private
person, but also because god knows who is reading this. Just the
facts, Ma'm. On the other hand, my favorite blog reading IS the
pesonal: Ms. K grieving for Tom, Jane crying with her LivvyBDog,
Mr. Black going to hospital with the fake heart attack, TGP missing
his children, notthat's marital discussions with Mrs. notthat,
Loren (Lenore's Diary) missing her brother who died way too young,
Susan watching her husband vacuum before every trip and Mr. Z's
wonderful piece wherein he recommends "music to die by" for a
customer whose father is not long for this world. Oh, let's not
forget Linda, who used to HATE her home by Ocean Beach and now
loves it. Powerful stuff, as transformation often is.

So now people know I have actual insecurities, how bad is that?

The dinner party was a success, 577 candles will do that.

Photo courtesy of Brian who loves our SF sidewalk slogans...

don't call it yugoslavia

We are having a casual (key word) dinner party for Frank and Neti
and her cousins from Croatia. I know you missed the table, didn't
you? Note no place cards...no fuss.

"We need to talk." Strikes fear in the heart of anyone in a relation-
ship, doesn't it? Well, last week Husbando and I had a heart-to-heart
(instigated by the male!) about my tendency to go bonkers when we
entertain. "People like us for who we are", he maintained, "not whether
the old red plaid baseball blanket is still on a chair (and visible,
horrors!) or some dust still sits on the coffee table". Hmmmmm.

October is a busy one and I am already work-stressed, so I needed to
hear this from the man who inevitably will be reading the newspaper
two minutes before the guests arrive. This used to drive me up the
wall, but several decades later I realize that he enjoys the guests
more than I do, and I have vowed to not be such a perfectionist and
tonight is the first attempt.

Simple salad, pasta and Mitchell's pumpkin ice cream will be served.
That blanket, is, however, already in the garage.

from tadich's to tad's

I had dinner here last night. Me and my New Yorker. Tad's has
been closed for about 8 months and of course I thought they
were o.o. biz, but no, they really were doing a remo. It does
look better and it was packed! Tad's has been here in downtown
SF forever and I've only eaten there maybe twice before, but as
soon as they closed their doors I missed them and so when I
walked by during my dinner hour I popped in and had a salad and
a baked potato. Next time I'll try the steak ($13.49), when I
feel flush. It sort of looks like horrid Las Vegas in this photo,
doesn't it?

The big box almost closed itself last night. Not one visible scam
artist, no lunatics screaming at other customers or the staff, and
not one employee walked off the job. A bookseller did tell me that
there were more than 5,000 books in our database with the word
"stress" in the tile. "That's America for you", I said wisely.

What I'd really like to do is watch baseball games from now until
the end of October. I don't care who is playing, winning or losing,
I just love the excitement of post season baseball ~ those silly
fans take it way too seriously, don't they?

appreciating richard russo

Not everyone is a Richard Russo fan, but if you liked Empire
Falls, you will certainly enjoy the smooth writing and gentle
tension-building plots and sub-plots of Bridge of Sighs.

One of the main characters lives in Venice, hence the title. Our hero
lives in fictional Thomaston which I picture as being like Ithaca or
Utica, I can't tell those two towns apart, nor do I care particularly,
even though a grand dot lives in one of them. Anyway, Louis hates to
travel, yet he and his wife are going to Rome, Florence and Venice ~
sound familiar? And so he writes...
I have but one month to prepare for this momentous change and mentally
adjust to the loss of my precious routines ~ my rounds, I call them ~
that take me to every part of town on an almost daily basis.

I'm excited to travel with Louis and Sarah to Italy, but I'm enjoying
so many of the secrets of the citizens of Thomaston right now.

Tonight I close the big box, back to that silliness. But in the mean-
time, I have this morning and I already enjoyed my brisk walk in the
very light rain (heavy mist?) down and around Precita Park.