Clotted cream, crème fraiche
Last night a friend brought a dessert that was everything that I find delicious. First it had lemon in it and also cream and it was all real (home made) no funny stuff. I think the cream was what the British call clotted. If you want to sound smart and sophisticated in any conversation just use two phrases. Even if they make no conversational sense and you are eating a pork chop say, “clotted cream” or “crème fraiche.” Those around you will start re-computing your IQ and EQ. You can also throw in “chagrinned.”
As for my love of lemon, once I made rice with only lemon juice and no water. Don’t try this at home because you will get rice gum (it tastes fantastic to a lemon freak but your guests might pause or even leave). Lemon tends to gelatinize things I found out. Oh, and by the way, I finally learned something useful from Ina Garten, The Barefoot Contessa. She said that using mustard in salad dressing helps to emulsify the lemon and oil. I tried it and it is true. Previously, I couldn’t get the lemon and olive oil to end their stand-off however mustard does the trick.
And Andy Warhol
A person I would be happy to live with full time would be Andy Warhol. I was reading his diaries as I often do for inspiration and comfort. I realized that we share the same blurty, ADD, hard to follow thinking process that makes perfect sense to the speaker but annoys and confuses those around us. Here are a couple of examples from my favorite book The Andy Warhol Diaries. Andy dictated the diaries every morning to his assistant to keep a record of his activities and the expenses they generated. His assistant compiled all the entries into the Diaries.
The entry below is from May 22, 1984.
“Jean Michel came down to the office early. He was reading his big review in the Voice. They called him the most promising artist on the scene. And at least they didn’t mention me and say he shouldn’t be hanging around with me the way the New York Times did.
I opened up one of the boxes in the back that’s being moved and it had ……letters from Ray Johnson the artist and I think my bloodstained clothes from when I was shot.
I realized the reason Tony Shafrazi hasn’t gotten even one of the artists in his gallery into MOMA is because Tony’s the person who defaced Picasso’s Guernica. But that’s not fair. Keith Haring isn’t at MOMA. And they have just one thing of mine, the little Marilyn. I just hate that. That bothers me.
Then in the afternoon I went to Doc Cox’s (cab $7) and I protested over the thermometer that they used because it just sits there in water and everybody uses it, it’s not right. And Rosemary took my blood pressure but I have a feeling they just throw these tests out. And they have a new heart machine so now I don’t have to run up and down the stairs in the hallway to get my heart going – it’s a big improvement. And Freddy won’t take your blood if she doesn’t know you.
….After dinner ($120) at Hisae and drinks at Jezebel’s we went over to Stuart Pivar’s because he was having people over and I wanted to learn about art. I brought a small bronze and Stuart said it was a piece of junk, so tomorrow I’m returning it.”
An Amazon reviewer gave the book one star and commented “Incoherent ramblings for 1,000,000 pages. “
They are perfectly coherent to me.
Another one-star review called it “Boring and Self Indulgent.”
“Warhol's prose is horrible considering the creative mind he posseses (sic). I bought it used (thank God) and was bored to tears reading about taxi rides and what so-and-so was wearing. It was like reading a dreadfully boring gay man's blog. A bio on this character would be much more enlightening and a much less waste of time.”
A wise patient person commented on the bad review and said, “This isn't a bad book, you just weren't sure what to think of it: it confused you, so you don't like it.”
so now i will add this book to my wish list. what you shared makes me feel at home. i once went to an art museum with a friend i was trying to get to know better. i think it was the art institute in chicago. we meant to do it together, but that was impossible. anytime i needed to find him i could find him with jackson pollock art- the look on my friend's face told me this was where he felt understood. i don't read for plot. - sherryReplyDelete
I'm glad Andy made you feel at home. I could read the entries every day and not tire of it. - consueloDelete
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