I know that you all might be wondering what in the world A. wants to say today, with this picture, or why this picture, now? Well, this thought matches my life now as you would not believe! It matches it and wakes me up to my core, with a jolt!
Some days, recently, all I want is to quit. Some days I just want to resign: from life, from the world, from just ... going on ... And this reminded me why it's so important to just plug on through. Because, at the end of a shit shoveling day ... I am still absolutely sure, in all my conceitedness, that I do good work.
So, I shall not stop this piece of work ...
Thank you, Sir, for your infinite wisdom!
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
The Roads Less Traveled: Zion and other Hidden Gems
So many people tell me “Oh, you travel so much!”. But I feel that I don’t at all, in the grand scheme of things. At least not as much as I wish I did. Driving a couple of hours in whatever direction from where we live, and spending the weekend nights in a hotel or campground don’t constitute, I guess, the kind of “travels” that people would notice. But I suppose if it’s away from home, no matter how far, you’re traveling. A matter of perspective?! Perhaps.
We kept
our tradition of taking a trip around our birthdays (mine) and/ or anniversary
– they’re both this month – and we drove to Southern Utah, to spend last
weekend in and around Zion National Park.
As you
might remember, Zion is one of my
favorite places on the planet. It’s one of those spots that elevates me and
reminds me why there is order in the universe. In a few words and a lot of
pictures – here’s how the trip went this time.
Aa.
discovered a cool new place to have breakfast: Oscar’s. Think Asheville, NC hippy meets Mexican cuisine. The
portions were insane, too, and the coffee came in these locally made, very
coarse (think naïve art) clay mugs. Just too cool!
Breakfast al fresco, at Oscar's
The
Zion Canyon Overlook trail was challenging but so rewarding at the very end! I
was shocked that there was almost no fencing along the trail, and one side of
it opened up in a very steep and very rocky precipice. There was hardly any
vegetation to hold on to, should you have slipped. Dogs were not allowed on the
trail but kids were, and I thought that was not a good idea, either! After all,
we live in America, where people sue for slipping on their own bathroom floors!
I was surprised that the trail was not more “protected” or at least “warned”.
It is a listed as a moderate trail, and if you’re not too sure footed, or are afraid
of heights, I would not recommend it. However, it is only a half mile (one way)
walk, and as I have said – completely worth it!
So many times in Utah, you feel like you're walking on Mars: on the Zion Canyon Overlook Trail
On the trail: spring is definitely here!
On the edge! - shooting into the valley below ...
The
trail was mostly narrow and rocky, but some of it was sandy and thus slippery
as well. It was littered with lizards. At the very top, we saw tons of
chipmunks, but there were ever so elusive, so … they shied away from pictures. The
view from the top of the trail, down, into the winding roads inside the Zion
Canyon is amazing! It’s one of the few spots in Zion where you can look at the
canyon from the top down. Mostly, the ride in this park allows one to be at the
bottom of the majestic formations. So, this was really a treat!
On
top of the world! Finally, at the of the trail, looking into the park
road below. The Zion - Mt. Carmel Tunnel is behind me, through the mountain on my right
"How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountain!" (John Muir) - Zion Canyon
Dinner
at The Spotted Dog Café was another
new experience to us. Usually, in majorly touristy towns, I don’t like eating
at very posh, very high end establishments. I like mingling with the local
crowd, in hole-in-the-wall places that hold the charm of the area strong. But The Spotted Dog Café, aside from the
neat name, had a charm all of its own, despite the high end flair. The place is
like a giant sun room – all wood and
glass. We sat outside, on their back
patio, under tall elm trees, shedding their blooms right into our water
pitcher. The red cliffs of Zion were guarding us all around.
On the patio: the rocky mountains of Utah reflected on the Cafe's windows
My dinner: fresh mountain trout, crusted with sunflower seeds, over dirty rice, asparagus and spaghetti squash
If you
ever happen down those parts, make sure you pay a visit to this place! They
have a pretty impressive (for Utah) wine list, and everything they serve is
simple food made deliciously.
Springdale, UT - Southwestern architectural detail at Amigos
The
weather was perfect all weekend, so we could have almost all the meals outside.
If the trail climb was the highlight of Saturday morning, a stroll through
Springdale, visiting art galleries and swanky boutiques was the pastime of the
evening. For a quick break, we stopped at Amigos,
a Mexican restaurant, and we just had some chips, three kinds of salsa, and
some beer. This was a revisit from our first trip to Zion. We love the casual
atmosphere there, the salsas are amazing and the hostess is so low key and welcoming!
Just pure goodness!
Snacks at Amigos
On our
way back home, I wanted us to drive through the Kolob Canyons, as there was a
brown sign on the highway announcing them. If you lived long enough in The
Rockies, you know that any sign of a canyon will immediately offer breathtaking
views and peaceful corners, and almost always a surprise or two. This was no
exception.
Kolob Canyons vistas and details
Unlike
other canyons, we could not drive through the big “cuts” in the side of the mountain
on this one! We could only drive along the side of them, on the 5 mile long
park road, and look at the formations to one side. They were spectacular,
however, as you can see from the pictures. This park is definitely for those
with a love of hiking – to get inside the steep valleys, and see some of the
formations (arches and bridges, etc), you have hour long or several hour long
hikes – something we didn’t have the luxury of in a couple of Sunday afternoon
hours.
" 'ello, Mate!" - click on the lizard to see the whole album
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Puff Pastry for Dinner
Sometimes
food is so much more for me, I almost hate that – because I eat more of it
then! It’s not just nutrition. It’s emotion, and memories, and love to myself after
a crazy day, or week. And most of all, when I cook it, the whole cooking
process is peace at the end of a busy life.
Today,
I had some weird cravings for not necessarily food, but just memories. I wanted
to bring back my childhood and especially my maia, my mom’s mother. Not sure why. Maybe it’s just looking at the
daffodils in my yard which she used to give me for my birthday every year –
which is just around the corner. Maybe it’s because she died in April. Maybe
because I have been dreaming of her so much… and that makes me miss her so.
So, I
reconnected with her, through food …
I made sautéed
mushrooms in garlic gravy, wrapped in phyllo dough, and sweet vanilla ricotta
cheese wrapped in puff pastry. She used
to make the latter as well as apple strudel almost every weekend. The house
smelled so good, and we would always ask: “grandma, which one is which?!”. She
used to say: “the lighter one is the cheese”. But they were both light golden
in color, and we could never tell till the first bite.
Sweet, vanilla, ricotta cheese wrapped in puff pastry
The
mushroom concoction is a popular street food in my home town – and that also
brings me home. I used to just walk outside maia’s condo and just buy these in
the street we lived on.
Garlic gravy mushrooms wrapped in phyllo dough
They
both turned out delicious and my house smells like many Sundays long and gone. I
will probably dream of days past and my happy childhood all night.
Rest in
peace, sweet angel! And, as always, thank you for the memories.
Monday, March 18, 2013
The Road
My relationship
with the road has evolved over years, just like any relationship does – it transforms
to become the vague remembrance of what it used to be, despite our helpless and
awkward denials and trying to fight it. I think it started before I was alive,
all those many years ago, with my gypsy ancestors whose very home was the road …
For me,
it started out back in the days of my school years and later, through college,
learning the road and loving it in the only way you can learn it and love it –
by walking it. I used to walk miles and miles, either with a purpose (to
school, to my relatives in the mountains, from the train station towards their
remote abodes), or without – just to get to a park, where I would walk some
more …
Then, I
started taking transportation (train and bus mainly) to get to other cities and
countries. All this time, no matter what the means of transport was, I noted the sights my eyes saw, the color of
the sky, mostly, and the shape of the roads – winding, or straight, climbing or
flat, potholes or just pristinely even …
Once I
moved to America, the road was mine, ‘cause I could drive just about
everywhere. That was after years and building up courage to test the interstate
system. I would sometimes pick a spot in remote places with skinny, tiny roads
that lead to it, just to see if I could make it. That could take up a lonely
girl’s whole weekend.
Through
it all, I kept a picture of the perfect trip in my head. Although I had never
seen it, to me, the perfect trip would be somewhere in Arizona or New Mexico,
in the desert, where the road looks endless and it touches the sky at all
times. And where there is nothing, not a soul around, not a vague and lying
promise of a settling in sight!
Today,
I have the chance to drive the desert of Utah every day, if I chose to! It’s
not Arizona or New Mexico, but it’s close. Today, my dream has come true, I
could say.
I took
these shots on my recent trip to Vegas, while driving. I hope you get a taste
of the lonely, and yet very alive feeling you get by chasing that horizon,
right here, in the desert.
I love, love, love this beautiful big sky!
The colors of the desert against the sky are surprising and breathtaking ...
Sunrise in the desert ...
“Nothing behind me, everything ahead of me, as is ever so on the road.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Sunset on the road ...
Away ...
And
till recently, I never knew what my road song was: it was this beautiful
reading from Arizona Dream. When I
first heard it, while driving, of course, it felt just like coming home. When I
get sad or lonely, I play it over and over in my head, and it makes me smile
with possibilities …
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Why I’ll Never Be My Dad
Whether
they buy a fridge, or someone turns 50, my dad believes a party is on order for just about any occasion. I was really lucky to grow up with a man that really knew how
to celebrate. Not just special events, but just life, in general. Just life,
Sundays, a new car, sunny days when you can grill out, or just a new recipe
that he found and wanted to share with people.Because partying always means food. Plenty and plenty of homemade food.
This
continuous partying (and cooking) drives mom crazy, as she has to do all the
cleaning. You see, in dad’s house, you make everything from scratch, and he
does, but he (‘the man of the house’) doesn’t do dishes. So, mom is in a 3-4
day marathon of washing and cleaning while he uses every pot and utensil in the
house making his masterpieces. The man has his rules!
To her, food is work. To him, food is love, joy, happiness, relaxing, beauty, pure pleasure. It's Bacchanalia!
I love
food, and I love cooking, and I love sharing food with my friends, over a good
cup of gossip. But I don’t have the talent, the patience and the attention my
dad has when it comes to putting a party together.
And for
those of you who think I cook too much and that my food looks or is
delicious … well, take a peek at my dad’s latest makings from this weekend and
reevaluate, please. He threw a party for his sister’s birthday and these are
just a few of the appetizers he
served. Warm appetizers will follow, and then the main courses (yes, as in multiple courses), several desserts and
a birthday cake, too.
As I have said: I grew up with this. But it boggles my mind how creative my dad is, and how he makes new dishes with every new occasion, and how his repertoire never runs dry. It also amazes me, still, how much work goes into every detail and fold of the lettuce. We whine about how difficult Thanksgiving dinner is to cook! My dad cooks this every month, at the very least. If not every other week.
My
own parties, in turn, apart from being rare, are also boring gatherings of culinary dullness compared to this.
A far cry from all this plentifulness and beauty. If only pictures could satisfy
hunger or at least, smell.
I will
never be able to make as much food as he does, as pretty as he makes it look,
as delicious, and as detailed in presentation and flavor alike. I am fortunate
to have had the example and to always want to strive, but it will never happen …
In other words - I will never be my dad.
The "meat" tray, as my husband calls it: a wide variety of smoked meats and sausages that he makes himself. He cooks them, then smokes them in his own in-ground smoker, that he built from scratch.
From left to right: mushrooms and onion in aioli; slices of veggie and meat roulade; corn salad
From left to right: a tray of crudites and fruit; a brined fish tray, with lettuce, and fresh green onions (on the glass)
Seafood salad three ways: shrimp, calamari and mussels, with salmon and lettuce "decor"
The crudite plate, again, and 2 fish sashimi and raisins on orange slices
Seafood in aspic (on either sides) and meatloaf slices (middle)
100% homemade, Romanian sushi - of various fishes, topped with roe. Morimoto would be proud to be challenged to this!
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