Weekend Update: Departure Date Set
Indio, California: Dave and I have had a very
busy few days. We have planned our return route back to Oregon and are making
lists of tasks and errands required before our departure.
Now a recap.
Marcus Mariota (with his Mom in Honolulu) learns his
Thursday evening we watched Oregon alum
Marcus Mariota be
to the Tennessee Titans. He was picked second, after
some other guy.
Mr. Mariota immediately hopped a flight to Nashville, posed for this photo (he
remains #8) and then somehow was in Oregon to watch the Oregon Duck spring
football scrimmage on Saturday. Congratulations, Marcus and congratulations to the Tennessee
Titans for a smart pick.
All season, I have been promising Brent that I would make him short ribs and
that I would make him balsamic "caviar". Finally, we found a date that worked.
Unfortunately it was a date where the temperatures climbed to 102°... which
isn't exactly braised short rib weather... but what the heck. Brent, Crystal,
Tom and Bill joined us for dinner.
Thank goodness we have an outdoor kitchen at our campsite in Indio. By the time
the sun sets behind the mountains, the temperature drops rapidly.
Yellow roses on the dining table - one last nod to Marcus Mariota.
gleaned ideas from several recipes to make the balsamic
caviar (sometimes called pearls). They are just
teeny little balls of balsamic Jello. I put about 1.5
cups of grape seed oil in a tall clear measuring cup and
set it in the freezer for an hour. Then I brought 3/4
cup of balsamic vinegar to a gentle boil in a small
saucepan, stirred in 1.5
teaspoons unflavored gelatin powder and let it simmer
for a minute. Then I transferred the hot vinegar to a
bowl, so it could cool naturally, but quickly. When
cooled, I poured the vinegar to a squeeze bottle
(that Brent had found for me). The vinegar was carefully dropped
into the icy-cold oil and as the droplets slowly fell to
the bottom of the measuring cup (think lava lamp!) the
balsamic vinegar chilled and formed adorable little
"caviar" balls. Strained through a wire mesh
colander, the gelatin balls really do resemble caviar. It only took a few moments of
"work" (more like "scientific experiment") and resulted in a pretty - and different - way to
serve balsamic vinegar on a Caprese Salad. I infused a
little basil (from our garden) in olive oil as the base
on the plate.
After the salad course, we had
Italian Short Ribs (which I made several weeks ago
and froze) over polenta triangles (which I had made
several weeks ago and froze). Chocolate cake for
dessert. A little wine may have also been consumed.
Derby Day was celebrated with
Hot Browns (made with turkey bacon because that's
how we roll), using the recipe from The Brown Hotel in
Louisville. Good thing we had this heavy late lunch,
because we never did have dinner...
Because... it was determined that Dave and I would order the Mayweather-Pacquiao
boxing match for our fellow campers because we have the technology (i.e., me)
and a large enough space to hold a dozen or so folks. Everyone would chip-in.
Well... I was ready to rescind my Mrs. Technology 2015 crown. I could not order
the fight via DirecTV. Usually I simply order a movie or pay-per-view event with
my cell phone and the purchase instantaneously appears
on our TV screen.
Not Saturday night. I could not reach DirecTV with a
telephone call. Could not order via the remote control. Could
not order via my iPhone. Then ESPN (and twitter)
reported there was some sort of technology snafu and no
one was able to order the fight. Our friends were
on-hold while I kept trying. So frustrating. About 45
minutes before kick-off, DirecTV suddenly sprang-back to
life and we were good to go. I sent out text messages
and DT hopped in the golf cart to hit the street as a
town crier. While not a fan of watching two men punch
the crap out of each other, I recognize boxing as an
ancient sport, requiring discipline and skill... mostly, I just wanted to cheer for a Filipino.
(Don't forget, The Lovely Lisa was born in The
Honestly, most of us are usually in bed by the
time the Main Event started. Late night at Lot #322.
Colleen and Rick were able to get their
slide-rooms in a few days ago (needed new batteries). They are
already back in Canada. Brent and Crystal have left for Texas. Every day our
resort feels less-occupied. The restaurant/bar will
close for the season next week.
I'm going to miss this view
When the pansies die - it's time to leave
The pansies may be dead (and slowly being removed), but the
tomatoes are going strong. Dilemma.
About our departure: I am sad to announce we will leave our
idyllic SoCal campsite on Tuesday, 12 May. (Do you hear somber violin music
playing in the back of your brain? I do.)
The countdown begins.
Until my next update, I remain, your sad correspondent.
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