Blessed with a massive family spanning at minimum 5 ethnicities with major hubs on both coasts, the Midwest, and some extended folks in Portugal, I often find myself able to take a few days off from my normal meanderings to visit some relatives. If you can recollect as far back as my last post you’ll note the weight of importance I place on family so whenever and wherever possible I like to spend a few days with people who have .000008% more of my DNA than you do.
Lucky for me I have a magnamorous hub of family in my favorite city in the United States, Boston. My hosts for this two night three day voyage will be my Grandparents. : ) After a late start we went to the Boston Landmarks Orchestra performance out on the esplanade. I’ll let the photogs tell the tale.
This man here is the Chef of all Chefs. Your favorite Chef’s favorite Chef. Emeril Lagasse stole his old recipe book and is still collecting royalties off of this man’s chicken and dumpling soup. He was once invited to compete in the Iron Chef challenge against all three Iron Chefs, participated, soundly trumped them and subsequently all of the footage was either burned, mixed in with the other soot to clog the BP oil hole, or named later on as the food challenge for episodes thereafter. Do not try to outcook, outbake, outsautee, outbaste, outdoubleboil, or any other cooking related terms. You will not know victory. He catered our picnic and might I say I’ve never had better.
Side note: If Moleskiners started throwing recipes up here, would that be of interest to you fine folks at home? All of my wares will be vegetarian but that should in no way hinder you from making them and the other three lads are all, what’s that Wendy’s commercial? Meatatarians? Madness! Moving on…
It would’ve been both impossible and insulting to have taken a photograph before sampling the wares.
After decimating that cornbread-cheese-cassarole, 4 egg salad sandwiches, two bags of chips, and a rootbeer I was out of commission. But as any New Englander knows a picnic requires desert based off blueberries…
So when my Grampus threw a container of blueberries with a light sprinkling of sugar, I said, “Cool.” Then I dug in. Only to discover this was simply the first layer of our sweet tooth’s savorings.
This fine gent of only the finest breeding proceed to whip out jello with whipped cream. I apologize for the mess, but I mixed mine all around. After feeling like a beached whale, I could finally focus on what we’d come for. The music.
Here are some time lapse photographs:
Two hours of Beethoven’s 7th and I was knocked out. Not that I don’t find classical calming, but perhaps a bit too potent. The theme for tonight’s performance? Water.
Irony at its finest. But you’ll learn more about those projects in the upcoming months.
Beantownin’,
Rory