So once again, I've done more on Saturday morning before the city awakes than most do all weekend. First stop, always the market. Veggies! Veggies everywhere! Ok, enough with the exclamation points. Since I'm reading Alice Water's The Art of Simple Food, I decided it's time to try a summer minestrone. The only minestrone I've ever made was a Rachael Ray recipe--not the best example, I've learned, and probably why I hated it. A thirty-minute meal does not lend itself to the process of creating true minestrone, which needs a base, than the veggies that cook for a long time, then the tender veggies. Pasta and beans are cooked separately. For this minestrone I need onion, carrots, a leek, green beans, zucchini, tomatoes, beans and spinach. Save for the beans and the leek, all available at the market--and I hope to find a leek at the neighborhood market. Also from the market today--broccoli, strawberries and pork roast. A side note--Amazon.com's search engine lists How to Cook Everything Vegetarian right under The Art of Simple Food when searching, which is odd when you consider that Alice Waters is by no means a vegetarian, and does not advocate a vegetarian lifestyle, but rather a local and sustainable one.
So it was market, then post office, then home to take the car in. We needed to cross the Industrial Canal into the lower 9th to find someone to pull the door panel off. When approaching, I noticed the bridge looked something like this:
Granted, the boats going through looked a bit more modern, and there was pavement on either side, but the way the bridge rises and appears remains the same. The most interesting part though was that, once I'd fought the panic of not being able to roll down the window on this eighty-degree morning (I figured out the control still functioned while dangling from the panel), I hit the button for classic rock and House of the Rising Sun was on the radio. So here I was, Saturday morning at a well-known NOLA location, listening to lyrics about the city while barges traveled from the lake to the river.
After leaving the car in the capable hands of a man who appeared to have lost almost all of his vision, we were pretty hungry, so it was off to Bywater BBQ, where Craig was shocked that I wasn't having a Bloody Mary and that the Pope was now accepting of aliens. After receiving the royal treatment in the form of $3.95 breakfast, triple berry jam, and concerned questions about my health (probably need to know when I'll be partaking of the $2.50 Bloody Mary again) we walked a couple more blocks to the Bywater Art Market, the best in the city in my obviously un-biased opinion. There we added to our collection of cemetery art with a black and white photo taken on infrared film, which causes greens to show up as bright points of white. Unfortunately Kodak doesn't make this film anymore, since the art (and smell...mmmm) of film photography is clearly dead. But the photo is cool, even if it ignited a debate as to which room is the living room. We have a living room, an open bedroom, a real bedroom, a kitchen, bath and laundry room. How one of those other rooms could be mistaken for the living room is beyond me.
I hope to wander the neighborhood this late afternoon with the camera. I've realized it's about time I share the quirks and wonders of Bywater with my readers.
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