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November 26, 2010

Daily linkage -- first to some stuff on our site

gayleFirst, here's Rob Kasper's review in today's Live! section of the Inner Harbor's new Kona Grill.

Here's David Zurawik's interview with Duff Goldman, in which the Charm City Cakes owner and Food Network personality talks about his post-"Ace of Cakes" plans. Goldman reveals the basics of one of the three shows he has in development but keeps quiet about the other two. I have a huge hunch about what one of the other shows might be, but I'm keeping quiet about if for now. I've got to tell someone, though; I think I might type up my hunch and email it to myself: "King Midas has donkey's ears!!"

 

The second edition of the revived Sun Magazine will be included in this Sunday's paper. Here's a look at Laura Vozzella's feature on the home kitchens of a handful of area chefs -- Cindy Wolf  (Charleston, Cinghiale, Pazo and Petit Louis); "Top Chef" runner-up Bryan Voltaggio (Volt); Gayle Brier-Billebault of Bonjour French Bakery & Cafe in Mount Washington; and Thomas Rudis of Golden West Cafe in Hampden.

Baltimore Sun photo of Brier-Billebault's kitchen/Lloyd Fox 

Posted by Richard Gorelick at 9:56 AM | | Comments (5)
        

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Mrs Midas by Carol Ann Duffy

It was late September. I'd just poured a glass of wine, begun
to unwind, while the vegetables cooked. The kitchen
filled with the smell of itself, relaxed, its steamy breath
gently blanching the windows. So I opened one,
then with my fingers wiped the other's glass like a brow.
He was standing under the pear tree snapping a twig.

Now the garden was long and the visibility poor, the way
the dark of the ground seems to drink the light of the sky,
but that twig in his hand was gold. And then he plucked
a pear from a branch - we grew Fondante d'Automne -
and it sat in his palm like a light bulb. On.
I thought to myself, Is he putting fairy lights in the tree?

He came into the house. The doorknobs gleamed.
He drew the blinds. You know the mind; I thought of
the Field of the Cloth of Gold and of Miss Macready.
He sat in that chair like a king on a burnished throne.
The look on his face was strange, wild, vain. I said,
What in the name of God is going on? He started to laugh.

I served up the meal. For starters, corn on the cob.
Within seconds he was spitting out the teeth of the rich.
He toyed with his spoon, then mine, then with the knives, the forks.
He asked where was the wine. I poured with shaking hand,
a fragrant, bone-dry white from Italy, then watched
as he picked up the glass, goblet, golden chalice, drank.

It was then that I started to scream. He sank to his knees.
After we had both calmed down, I finished the wine
on my own, hearing him out. I made him sit
on the other side of the room and keep his hands to himself.
I locked the cat in the cellar. I moved the phone.
The toilet I didn't mind. I couldn't believe my ears:

how he'd had a wish. Look, we all have wishes; granted.
But who has wishes granted? Him. Do you know about gold?
It feeds no one; aurum, soft, untarnishable; slakes
no thirst. He tried to light a cigarette; I gazed, entranced,
as the blue flame played on its luteous stem. At least,
I said, you'll be able to give up smoking for good.

Separate beds. In fact, I put a chair against my door,
near petrified. He was below, turning the spare room
into the tomb of Tutankhamun. You see, we were passionate then,
in those halcyon days; unwrapping each other, rapidly,
like presents, fast food. But now I feared his honeyed embrace,
the kiss that would turn my lips to a work of art.

And who, when it comes to the crunch, can live
with a heart of gold? That night, I dreamt I bore
his child, its perfect ore limbs, its little tongue
like a precious latch, its amber eyes
holding their pupils like flies. My dream-milk
burned in my breasts. I woke to the streaming sun.

So he had to move out. We'd a caravan
in the wilds, in a glade of its own. I drove him up
under cover of dark. He sat in the back.
And then I came home, the woman who married the fool
who wished for gold. At first I visited, odd times,
parking the car a good way off, then walking.

You knew you were getting close. Golden trout
on the grass. One day, a hare hung from a larch,
a beautiful lemon mistake. And then his footprints,
glistening next to the river's path. He was thin,
delirious; hearing, he said, the music of Pan
from the woods. Listen. That was the last straw.

What gets me now is not the idiocy or greed
but lack of thought for me. Pure selfishness. I sold
the contents of the house and came down here.
I think of him in certain lights, dawn, late afternoon,
and once a bowl of apples stopped me dead. I miss most,
even now, his hands, his warm hands on my skin, his touch.

Is it Poetry Friday? Then here's something for the day after Meatsgiving by Charles Simic

Butcher Shop

Sometimes walking late at night
I stop before a closed butcher shop.
There is a single light in the store
Like the light in which the convict digs his tunnel.

An apron hangs on the hook:
The blood on it smeared into a map
Of the great continents of blood,
The great rivers and oceans of blood.

There are knives that glitter like altars
In a dark church
Where they bring the cripple and the imbecile
To be healed.

There's wooden block where bones are broken,
Scraped clean--a river dried to its bed
Where I am fed,
Where deep in the night I hear a voice.

Richard, I hate to get all "Elizabeth didn't do it like this"...but Elizabeth didn't do it like this.

You see, the "Linking" category was created to be the place where people like me with a poor grasp of HTML code could find easy direction on how to link to a website. Nothing else was supposed to go in there. It was a category of one.
Now, however, there's all this narishkeit in "Linking" about the Mobbies, Roadfood and other Sun bloggers.

that makes sense!

I have no idea what you're talkin' 'bout goyisha Log Cabin boy.

Here is my tech tip to all you e-feebs. Copy 'n paste this code into whatever or use the awesome free text substituter called Texter.

Here is the code
TEXT

Okay it didn't work. Try this:
[a href="URL" rel="nofollow"]TEXT[/a]

Just replace the square brackets with angle brackets. The thing that EL posted was ridiculous. This works much better. Just install Texter and add a code like "hhh" to impute this text.

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You are reading the archives. For updated blog posts about the Maryland food scene, see Richard Gorelick's new Baltimore Diner blog.
Richard Gorelick was appointed The Baltimore Sun's restaurant critic in September 2010. Before joining the paper staff fulltime, he contributed freelance criticism and features articles about food to area and regional publications. Along the way, he dispatched for short-distance trucking companies, shilled for cultural non-profits, and assisted in cognitive neurology research – never the subject, always the control.

He takes restaurants seriously but not himself, and his favorite restaurant is the one you love, too.
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