piglet: (barleycorn)
2016-04-05 02:24 pm

My SCA history

This post will be SUPER BORING to anyone but me. I was reading my AoA scroll last night, realizing how utterly wrong the text was. It said I had been playing in the SCA since 1992. Lol. No. So I hit the wayback machine in my brain and began attempting to reconstruct my past. With a brain like a stainless steel sieve, that isn't as easy as you might think. So I record it here for my posterity.

I first started playing in the SCA in the Canton of Tear-Sea's Shore. I've been trying to remember exactly when. I was part of House Ellenar, headed by Lord John Emeris of Ellenar. It was summer, but I can't quite recall if it was before or after my year in Scotland. I had thought it might be summer of 1980, but House Ellenar wasn't registered until Dec. '80, according to the OandA (oanda.sca.org), so it must have been later than that. Either summer of '81 or summer of '82, then. My closest compatriot was Carolyn Broughton, with whom I have lost touch completely. *sadface* One of the things I love about the Society is how fully involved & engaged we remain. John Emeris is still playing, as is William MacNaughton, who I'm pretty sure I introduced to the game. Mistress Megara, who made our enameled house medallions, which I treasure & still wear, also appears to be active.

In the fall of '84, I moved to the Barony of Black Diamond. My closest compatriots in the game then (Kimberly & Paul) are not still playing, however, one of the people I knew then is now a fellow member of my current province. He and his wife are very active in the Society.

Fall of '86, I moved to the Barony of the Steppes. I was super busy at work (100 hour weeks!! yes, I was that idiot), and not as involved as I would have liked to be locally, but found my outlet online on rec.org.sca. My memories of the time are super fuzzy, lol, but I have very fond memories of Wulfy & Jill. Very, very fond. Further deponent sayeth not. :-).

In the spring of 1991, I moved to the NYC area, into the Crown Province of Ostgardr. Arval Benicoeur, then Brigantia herald, who I knew from rec.org.sca, was extremely generous with his time and local knowledge, helping me find my bearings in this overwhelmingly new environment. He drove me around Westchester to orient me to the neighborhoods, and introduced me to the Penny Saver -- like the Village Voice ads, the Penny Saver was how we exchanged goods, services & cheap rentals pre-craigslist. I lived in an attic in Mount Kisco for 6 months before scoring a studio in Riverdale for the next year. Most of my involvement in these early years was hanging out in Arval's living room, reading heraldic submissions & doing name research & device conflict checking. I was inspired by example to register my own name and device (this is perhaps whence the 1992 date in the text of my AoA scroll derived).

A job change found me in NJ, so I moved there, into the super welcoming and active Shire of Rusted Woodlands, where super-hospitable Joel & his wife Gail hosted many local activities and dear friends Edie, Erik, other Eric & Little Tom gladdened my days and relieved some of my crippling depression. I'm afraid I wasn't a great friend to them, see depression. Several friends from this time (1992-1994) are still very active though I have not seen them in ages (except at Pennsic, where I keep running into other Eric).

'94-'95 was a very difficult year for me. My thyroid had gone into overdrive, my body was eating itself, and I was physically, emotionally & financially exhausted. I moved into Vinegar Hill (aka, Dumbo, directly under the Manhattan Bridge overpass) and then out to Sunset Park, renting a room in a basement from a dear friend's grandmother. Huddled into a recuperative shell, I was not up for reaching out to the locals. rec.org.sca continued to be a great comfort during this time. In fact, HOLY CRAP! I just found a conversation between me & a current dear friend from 21 years ago!!! In that group! Internet is awesome!

By 1996 things were looking up for me. I had (mostly) recuperated and was ready to tackle the world again. So of course I threw myself into the dot.com boom, lol. How can that possibly be 20 years ago?! I moved into the Canton of Whyt Whey, where I lived for the next decade, followed by a brief sojourn in Brokenbridge, and then back to Whyt Whey, huzzah! I somehow failed to connect with the local groups until moving back into Whyt Whey in 2007(?), and hooking up with the SingThing chorus. Bit by bit, I was sucked back into playing locally. When the founder & director of SingThing moved out of the area, I took over leadership of the group. We morphed into a more general A&S evening. I became the local A&S minister for several years, hosting an A&S evening twice a month, and then handed over that responsibility to another supremely talented local, taking on the jobs of both seneschal and webminister.

Even as my local playing ebbed, I continued to attend Pennsic, a massive yearly camping event in western PA. From camping in a teensy modern tent in singles camping, and buying my food from vendors (some years subsisting primarily on chocolate milk from the camp store) to taking over a hill in the northern blocks across from the Tuchux with a ginormous canvas bender built by my partner-in-crime-and-life, Pennsic has been such a rewarding, ever-changing constant, keeping me connected to the Dream as my life circumstances have changed.
piglet: fuzzy black-haired, pink-skinned, smiling piglet poking head & trotters out of a VanCamp's pork and beans can. (pork)
2015-02-01 08:59 pm

Jacob's Pickles

Restaurant review: A.

Biscuits recommended. I never do that. Focaccia-like buttery crumbly slabs with a gentle crust. Maple butter and honey, tops.


Deviled eggs clean & light, with a deft crunch (mustard grains in honey?), whipped yolk, easy on the additive. No picture because WE ATED IT!!

Stellar lemonade -- mostly lemon, not too sweet, not oily or bitter. Re-ordered!


Special! Pumpkin chocolate chip biscuit French toast. A+. Fresh chunks sautéed sweet pumpkin over chocolate chip infused biscuit toast. Texturally perfect.


Shrimp and bacon grits. D-. Mushy, bland grits. Burned bacon & shrimp. Generic spiced grill rub. Heads (ugh!) and tails left on to shrimp in grits, yuk.


Service was TERRIBLE! We got paged to come back for our table, at the promised hour. On arrival, were told, oops, sorry, please wait. Multiple other tables seated before they finally found a spot for us, another 20? minutes later. Watched the table next to us order. She requested the pancakes. "Chicken and pancakes?" asked the waitress. "No, the banana pancakes special." "Ok." *wait* Busboy brings chicken & pancakes. On being told that's not what she ordered, he takes it away. *wait* *wait* *wait* *wait* *wait* As we left, the dining partner was getting up to go make a fuss on her behalf.

Jacob's Pickles, 509 Amsterdam (at 85th St.), Manhattan. Recommended! Will return. (Don't get the shrimp & grits!!! Expect errors.)
piglet: fuzzy black-haired, pink-skinned, smiling piglet poking head & trotters out of a VanCamp's pork and beans can. (pork)
2014-12-16 10:44 am

Gingerbread house?

So, I am in charge of producing gingerbread house making materials, for tomorrow night, FOR MY IN-LAWS!!! Help me, Obi Wan Social Media, you're my only hope!

Who has made a tasty gingerbread house, and what recipe would you recommend!??!?
piglet: closeup of blue glitter snowflake on white t-shirt: Torrid tanktop (snowflake)
2014-10-06 11:45 am

Winter is coming...

Making of a list of people who need wrist warmers, ordered by latitude (Nuala, Allison, Caitlin, Elizabeth, Julia, Lorre, Nicole, Tempest, Joanna). They're small, and easy to lose, so if you need another pair, or if you want to be added to the list because your wrists are colder than I've realized (Debbie? Charlotte? betsy? BC?), please comment or email.
piglet: me riding my blue Biria easy boarder bicycle (cycling)
2014-07-08 01:10 pm

Vertigo

Ok, this has been super-weird and outside of my experience entirely, so I turn to you, my friends, to crowd-source hypotheses & remedies.

This weekend, I had a MASSIVE attack of vertigo. My first. Please goddess, my last. WHY!?!?

Top theory is dehydration. It's the first thing everyone said to me, and is also what Mr. Google thinks is the prime cause.

Sequence of events:

Super-long bike ride on Saturday. 40 miles? With a lunch break and several drink pauses. Plenty of water, lemonade & a cafe latte over lunch. Saturday night, slept in Mr. X's bed instead of mine (the whole reason for the Saturday bike ride was the excruciating pain my own bed threw me into Friday night, the first night back from 10 days cabin-camping [with a/c, ha ha!] in the semi-tropics of SC). Shortly after I lay down, my head started spinning. Like WHOA. I figured I was tired & would sleep it off.

However, in the morning, I couldn't walk straight. I could barely make it down the hallway (yay, narrow hallways with supportive walls!), and almost fell over trying to pee. Spent all of Sunday slamming water & watery fruits and salt & protein. By Sunday evening, I was down to a positional vertigo (new term I just learned from [personal profile] annaoj), with mild spinning when I tried to walk, and the world going WHEE! when I looked down or up or tilted my head. I added a sloping pillow to the bed I was in, to keep my head elevated (I *SWEAR* the head of that bed is lower than the foot).

Monday morning, same feeling. I took the subway in to work instead of biking because I was afraid I might fall over, and felt super precarious going downstairs & walking along the platform. After work Monday, I found the bike I thought I'd lost (forgot where I parked it, lol), and rode home because I was less vertiginous (no, wait, that word doesn't mean that.... um?) and biking seemed safe.

Middle of the night, I awoke with intestinal cramps & pain. Pooped out EVERYTHING, with massive amounts of liquidity (presumably All That Water?). While sitting there, was also flooded with MASSIVE SWEAT! As in, I have NEVER SWEATED THAT MUCH IN MY LIFE!! Pools, streams, dripping all over. Had to grab a towel & mop myself as I sat there because OMG All The Sweat. Showered.

No more vertigo. Not even a little bit.

So. What the Fuck!??! Any ideas? Has this happened to you? How long did it last, what triggered it, and what, if anything, made it go away? Do you get dehydrated? What does dehydration feel like? Anything else spring to mind? GEEK ANSWER SYNDROME PLEASE!! GAS ME, BABY!
piglet: me in bangs, mona lisa smile, bug-eyed tortoise-shell sunglasses, in front of books & photos (march08)
2014-05-12 10:28 am

Tory Burch (perfume)

Working my way through my samples stash. Tory Burch (eponymous perfume). Advertised with many things I like: 'Neroli, Grapefruit, Cassis, Bergamot, Peony, Tuberose, Jasmine Sambac, Vetiver, Sandalwood" [ http://www.toryburch.com/tory-burch-edp-30-ml-%2F-1floz-%7C-no-color-%7C-000/022548295724.html ]. And maybe on full meld all will be well. First spray & dry-down, though? Smells like middle-aged woman. And regret. Generic. If I ride the subway today, they'll all move away from me on the group W bench.

Update, stardate the next day: NYers are grateful I rode my bike all day. No enclosed spaces. Windows open at the office. At no point in the day did I find myself sniffing my wrist. Eventually I stopped flinching away from my pulse points.

So, um, anyone care for a Tory Burch sample? I have one going wanting...
piglet: crayon purple on white paper, me as drawn by my son (Default)
2014-04-05 03:03 pm

Confronting misogyny in your own family...

Oh, man, the knock-down drag=outs my dad and I would have had if he had lived. Er, I mean that figuratively. Passionate debates. Possibly with raised voices. Definitely with intensity. And email. Heh. But some at dinner table, no doubt.

He's not around, so I get to fight with my uncle instead. Here's our most recent interchange. I'll start with my response:




Hey, Xxx, you know why that's not funny? The joke you forwarded relies for its humor on the truth that women don't hurt men. Turning it around so that women are violent is only funny because men are violent. If men were peaceful there'd be no joke there at all -- just a giant huh? 1/3 of women globally have been assaulted by their partner or sexually assaulted by a non-partner.

That 1/3 of women globally translates to within your family, as well, by the way. You are sending this joke to women who have been hurt by men, and have had reason to be physically afraid of them. I was first assaulted -- on a quiet residential street -- when I was 16. Self-defense doesn't work, by the way -- even against a guy who is smaller than you are. Harsh lesson. Fortunately screaming was both possible and effective, for me in that case. Not so lucky for others of your female relatives to whom you have mailed this, whose personal narratives are theirs to share if they chose. You might ponder on why they haven't shared them with you.

One of the reasons I chose my husband as my partner is because he is the most non-violent person I have ever met. Not only do I know he would never hurt me, I know he never has the urge to. A welcome respite from the rest of the world, in which I am directly threatened with violence by men approximately once a year. This year was 2 days ago, when a very drunk man got up in my face and threatened to punch me while I was trying to swipe my way into the subway. Last year was in the summer, when I was riding my bike along the greenway, and some man ran at me and tried to grab my handlebars. 2 years ago I forget. 3 years ago was the man with a woman in a chokehold, dragging her across the street in front of me, who grabbed my handlebars and threatened to punch me when I braked, while the whole neighborhood looked on aghast.

Need I go on? Violence against women is part of the fabric of my existence. And I really don't need to be reminded that it's just an abstract joke to you.




And spare you the forwarded joke. )

He'd (wisely) used a BCC: list, so I couldn't tell who else might have been included. But figured I might as well go in swinging, and added my sister, my mom, my niece and 2 aunts to my CC: list. So pleased I did! A(n unexpected) positive response from an aunt. I look forward to furthering our acquaintance. ;-).
piglet: me riding my blue Biria easy boarder bicycle (cycling)
2014-04-05 06:56 am

Bicycling magazine... unsubscribe

Sometimes, magazines make it crystal clear that I am not their target audience. Take this most recent issue of Bicycling magazine (which I thought I canceled last month, hmmm).

Cover headline: LEANER FASTER STRONGER: A simple plan to get fit and trigger warning ). Oookay. Actively offensive.

Next below headline: Our Favorite New Helmets. I have become anti-helmet for adults, the more I've ridden & read helmet studies. And my scalp infection from my helmet sweat is FINALLY gone. So, no.

BMX Skills for Road Riders. Unlikely.
How NOT to ride your first fondo. Okay, maybe something of interest there, because long miles good, but we still have that racing emphasis.
Master the art of the paceline. Fuck no. Racing BORING.

And, down at the bottom, *SMUG ALERT*!! we have EXCLUSIVE REPORT: Why Cycling Makes You Smarter and Less Stressed. Oh dear.

Flip to the back cover. A *car* ad. "Light is might." Um. Oooookay.

Inside cover. An ad for a bike part I can't identify. Shifters? There's a line pointing to something identified as a brake lever. And they use words like front derailleur in the copy.

Next up is a two-page ad spread for the Tour of Utah. A long-distance race. "Beautiful agony." Hell to the NO. *flip*

Ah! Table of contents. I might enjoy... a comment on bike share, a guide to biking in Detroit, Heidi Swift's Joy Ride column, gear articles on handlebar & rain jacket. Out of 28 items listed with descriptions, I am drawn to 5. That's just not a good ratio. Though I will miss Heidi's column.

Next up? An ad from Specialized, that starts "Remember the 70s?" Yes! I cry, thinking fondly back. It goes on, "Yeah, neither do we." Um, wow. Nice copy for your 40th anniversary ad.

So let's address those 5 items:

1. bike share. No new info.

2. biking Detroit: *GOLD STAR* at least from me, who's never visited. (Should remedy.) 2 pages with places to rent (Wheelhouse Detroit), repair (The Hub of Detroit), eat (Avalon Int'l Breads) & ride (16-mile loops incl. Belle Isle park & Dequindre cut), and local groups & events (Slow Roll, Tour de Troit, Bike the Bridge, ...).

3. Heidi Swift's column -- OMG that was awesome! You should all go read it. It'll show up here eventually. "Angels". Paying respect to life via biking through a cemetery.

4. gear: handlebar. Ah. As anticipated, all about drop bars. Moving on...

5. gear: rain jacket. Much more basic than anticipated. No new info.

Total: 2 items I enjoyed. Defensive reading deployed (flipped directly to page numbers to avoid blood pressure surges from browsing other articles & ad copy; not entirely successful as is hard to flip directly). Experience insufficiently rewarding. (Although complaining about it afterwards has been great! Thanks for listening.)

Takeaway: if *YOU* like racing, road-biking, spandex, helmets, clip pedals, drop bars, super fuel food, etc., then this is THE magazine in its category for you.

If you are into sitting upright, chain guards, fenders, baskets, panniers, eating regular food, and super-long bike rides, allow me to a) ask What do you read!?! and b) recommend Adventure Cycling as being relevant to your interests.
piglet: crayon purple on white paper, me as drawn by my son (Default)
2014-04-04 09:50 am

Memoirs

I have a mind like a steel sieve -- it traps all the wrong things, and lets the good stuff wash on through. For instance, I am never forget the baby blanket I made for A's daughter L, which serves as a chair pad for me, because, um, well, washing & blocking turned into accidental fulling. Or the red lace (feather-and-fan) hat and scarf I made for R(ED)... that the Post Offal lost. And then there's yesterday's story, LOL.

Aside from my infant-level of object permanence awareness, you just never know what will touch a person. I've been meaning to send a(nother) thank-you note -- an anniversary thank-you note -- to one of my mother's dear friends, with a photo of the tea caddy she gave me at high school graduation. Which I still use for my favorite tea, and which brings back memories of her & home & her kids &&&& every time I see it / touch it / use it.

So, here I am to ask -- have I made you something? Do you still have it? Do you like it? Can you post a picture of it in my comments here <needy>(so I can be reminded in the 4-am barometric-pressure-crashing hours that I don't completely & entirely suck as an artist & a friend & a generally sort of decent human being)</needy>?
piglet: me smiling at camera, in pearls, in front of books, shoulder-length hair (april06)
2014-04-03 09:51 am

SO busted.

I honestly can't decide which story is funnier, so will tell both. Amplectere potestem 'et'!

Story 1:

This morning, my sister chatted me a pic (we'd been trying to figure out how to do that; I still haven't managed it in my app). Of her wearing a LOVELY bracelet. I was much struck by its beauty and chatted back "How pretty." "Handmade from silver wire by a masterworker." "Impressive."

An hour later, I realize -- I fucking made that bracelet for her. *dies of LOL* *scrolls back through chat conversation* *DIES OF LOL*

Yes, this is EXACTLY like when I'm reading an old Usenet post, marveling at the writer's insight & wording.... and then read my .sig. Narcissus much? LOL.

Story 2:

Monday morning, in the course of shopping for new rainboots (embarrassing social failure story embedded there -- canceled theatre plans on Saturday with friends from out of town ... because I couldn't keep my feet dry), I bought the tote for which I've been obsessively shopping for weeks. Drop handles, open top, zippered center compartment for airbook. Carrying it on the subway this morning for the first time (home for Reasons, and back home again now because still sick), I look across the aisle, and spot *4* open-topped totes with drop handles, similar size & construction. It's the Michael Kors bag that EVERYONE is carrying. I LOL at the sudden rush of OMG I succumbed to peer pressure that I didn't even know was there! I look like everyone else! I look up and down the car, and, sure enough, this is THE bag.

So, we arrive at school for drop-off, a bit early, and are hanging out with some other parents near the classroom door. I notice a fellow mom's open-topped, drop-handle tote, and start laughing. Explain why, up to the punch line of "I succumbed to peer pressure I didn't even realize was there!"

At which point I am SO busted by another mom. Who points out, "Oh, but no, it's okay -- yours is flowered."

*falls over and DIES* because omg she is SO right. THE tote is color-blocked, single-color, or MK monogrammed. I did all that obsessive shopping & Internet browsing for weeks because I was determined to find a spring-flowered version of this tote. Outlier! And notice how she was reassuring me? OMG, busted.

P.S. Thank you, Nine West and DSW, for saving me from myself! $50 for a flowered tote & pouch is WAY better than the $400 models I was drooling over. http://www.dsw.com/shoe/nine+west+floral+tote?prodId=302920
piglet: me riding my blue Biria easy boarder bicycle (cycling)
2014-03-17 04:37 pm

bicycle camping needs


  • sleeping pad
  • sleeping bag
  • pillow?
  • tent, stakes, footprint
  • map
  • zip stove
  • saw, lighter, firestarter
  • cooking equipment (kettle, pot, knife)
  • eating equipment (bowl, cup, spork)
  • food (oatmeal, coffee, milk, dried fruit, bananas, peanut butter, honey, bread, pasta dinner [pasta, cheese & salt], trail mix)
  • water bottles, filter?
  • light, batteries? and/or candle lantern
  • battery backup, solar charger?
  • iphone (== camera, books, games, GPS, flashlight)
  • toilet paper, wipes
  • ziploc bags
  • $$
  • credit card
  • bike lock & key
  • bike lights
  • rain poncho
  • pump, tube?, patch kit?
  • aspirin, peppermint oil, daily meds
  • camp towel
  • toothbrush
  • lip gloss
  • sun hat
  • wool socks
  • one full change dry clothes
  • camp shoes?
  • jacket


What (+/-) would you pack? (Edited to add: adjusting list as you comment, thank you! Yay, crowd-sourcing.)
piglet: crayon purple on white paper, me as drawn by my son (Default)
2013-11-28 08:39 am

Major Crimes

*Still* one of the best shows on TV right now.

Was just meta-admiring the scene : white woman commander, black woman detective, Latina prosecutor -- technically failing the Bechdel test, because victim is male. Gay pathologist comes out into the hallway, looks at trio in their matching scrubs & face masks, awaiting him, arms folded. Says, "What is this, Charlie's Angels?" Lol.
piglet: my high school graduation head shot, all airbrushed and shit, with My First Haircut (feathered bangs, shoulder-length) (1980)
2013-11-27 06:20 pm

state of the art

Browsing Sephora. Femme heaven. (I'd shop Ulta if I lived near one -- closest is Edgewater. Though I just might have to visit. Pick-your-own Stila lip glaze trio!!?)

When I started out (thank you, Eleanor Caine), state of the art was Max Factor Pan-Stik, Maybelline Ultra-shadow & Great lash mascara, Bonne Belle lip smackers. We smelled of Charlie and Halston. How far we've come. *pets case of Nars eye pencils, Stila lip glazes...* *admires blue nails*
piglet: me, in fabulous winter hat & coat, smiling at camera over top of v. small son's head (thanksgiving)
2013-11-27 05:25 pm

sweet potato biscuits, NY1

Courtesy NY1, sweet potato biscuits:

1 cup cool mashed sweet potato
1 cup milk
1 large egg
2 T sugar (preferably brown)

3.5 cups flour
2 Tbl. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
1/2 cup butter, cubed

cut butter into dry ingredients, whisk wet ingredients; fold together. knead. roll out on floured surface to 9x13. cut into squares (12), bake at 400 deg. F. 15-20 min.
piglet: me, in fabulous winter hat & coat, smiling at camera over top of v. small son's head (thanksgiving)
2013-11-27 04:52 pm

Cornbread

Adapted by boy from "Baking Illustrated".

baking pan at 425 deg F.

120 g (1 cup) yellow cornmeal
120 g (1 cup) all purpose flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 tsp. baking soda
4 tsp. (Tbl.?) sugar
1/2 tsp. salt

[whisk together, form a well]

1/2 cup melted butter
2 lg. eggs
1 1/2 cups milk

[combine]

bake 25 min.

addins: frozen corn, honey, cheddar, chiles.
piglet: me riding my blue Biria easy boarder bicycle (cycling)
2013-11-06 05:51 pm

In favor of the Amsterdam Ave. bike lane...

Dear Community Board 7 members,

Please vote in favor of the DOT’s plan for a protected bike lane on Amsterdam Ave. from 59th St. to 110th St. I live on 106th St., off Amsterdam. I work on W. 29th St., near 7th Ave. I commute to work via the new Columbus Ave. & then the 9th Ave. bike lanes.

*THANK YOU* for approving the Columbus Ave. lane last February. I have used it since it opened this summer. It cut 15 minutes from my commute, which is now *much* (much much MUCH) more pleasant, less stressful, and safer.

I commute home via the 8th Ave. bike lane, around Columbus Circle, and up Broadway. If there were a protected Amsterdam Ave. bike lane, I would cycle over to it and ride it all the way home, to avoid having to travel through Columbus Circle with the taxis & buses & delivery trucks & cars.

I commute throughout the winter, rain, sleet or snow (once the plows have come through). I also do the family shopping and errand running on my commute, or on evening and weekends by bicycle. I shop along the bike lanes. When all I have to watch out for along the block are pedestrians, dogs & other bikers, I can window-shop at the same time, and stop when something catches my eye. I’d shop more on Broadway if I didn’t have to worry about being crushed by the M104 as I cycle home.

I’ve shopped at Columbus Sq. several times a week since the Columbus Ave. bike lane opened — for items which before I would instead order online or shop downtown (for lighter items). Opening up Amsterdam Ave. for safe, slow biking will direct my business to the merchants that line it.

Finally, as a mom, with a kid who walks back and forth to karate class crossing Amsterdam Ave., I look forward the pedestrian safety island that comes with the lane. Enough of our kids have died this year. Let’s put an end to it. Thank you.




Off to the meeting, to say the above. Wish us luck!
piglet: me eyeing the camera (self)
2013-10-31 10:21 am

Some things even a pig can't stomach.

Dear The Ellington,

Sous chefs, chefs, and manager,

Two nights ago I dined in your establishment. This morning, my mouth lining, tongue and gums still hurt.

You sabotaged my meal, swapping in your housemade chicken wing Chipotle BBQ sauce for the entree's advertised Rosemary BBQ glaze. When I, after an extended and agonizing interval of attempting to attract anyone's attention -- bartender, busboy or fellow waitress (waiter having disappeared on mysterious waiter errand after my first bite) -- finally managed to alert you to the problem and request first aid in the form of emergency bread & butter & a glass of milk, you & your entire staff failed me.

When a customer says, "this dish is unacceptably spicy, please take it away & bring me EMERGENCY bread & butter & a glass of milk," please just bring them the bread and butter and milk. Stopping to slice and toast it first, however admittedly delicious, is NOT HELPING remove the pepper oils that have been eating away at my delicate mouth tissues for at least 20 minutes by now.

I resorted to licking salt off my palm, a useful tip I wish had been shared by my dining companion earlier in the interval, though I daresay neither of us expected so long a delay.

However gracious your offer, "please come back so you can taste the pork shanks made properly," I do hope you can understand that there is a certain level of trust between diner and kitchen -- that you will serve me the advertised and/or requested ingredients and that the dish as served will be fit for consumption -- that has been broken in this interaction.

Although you are indeed the closest restaurant to my residence, and seem otherwise most congenial, which should generally be enough to comprise my favorite restaurant -- says this long term Meridiana diner -- I fear you must instead list last in dining destinations whose doors I might ever consider darkening again.

Yours in helpfulness,

A disappointed foodie.
piglet: crayon purple on white paper, me as drawn by my son (Default)
2013-10-22 12:06 pm

OVFF room share?

Anyone have bed space for a pig this weekend in Columbus?

For Reasons[tm], I am going to OVFF to work registration. I have managed to score a plane ticket and a staff badge, but not yet somewhere to sleep. Room share, anybody? I toss and turn (cot?) but do not noticeably snore.
piglet: me riding my blue Biria easy boarder bicycle (cycling)
2013-10-19 12:30 am

Biking the Bronx

Tonight, I got lost in Bronx River park. *SO* lost. So lost I was off the GPS map. On a dark path, in a section marked green (for grass)... So lost that a man asked me if I was lost, and had I come in alone, and warned me to be careful out there. Oy. Very glad to turn around and pedal back to the light.

Aside from that, Mrs. Lincoln, the ride was lovely. 11 miles, modulo the getting lost and casting back & forth for the path. Each way. Going, CPW -> Frederick Douglass -> St. Nicholas Ave., 155th St., Macombs Dam Bridge, 161st St., Grand Concourse, Mosholu Parkway, Bronx River Greenway. Returning, Bronx River Parkway -> Fordham Rd. -> University Height bridge -> Harlem River Drive -> St. Nicholas Ave. -> Manhattan Ave.

Better lights would help. As would better bike infrastructure!! Sheesh. Some parts of the trip were well-marked and lit. Others, not so much. (Also, BIKE MOUNT for the phone. Already.)