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More Things I Walked Past in My Efforts to Keep Lucia from Screaming at Me

If I do this one more time, Im afraid my blog is going to traipse into a new format. My baby never screams at me, either. I was just saying that. She does like getting her diappy changed in fancy coffee shops, though.







Apparently, Portland draws the line at transvestite-hipster-mermen. Straight Decapitated!







Look! It’s a Jihadi Dumpster!







Finally, someone took it upon themselves to stick a ton of sideways poontangs all over this sign for a mini-round-about. I’ve been bored before, too, but I usually just end up napping. Respect due to the bored person responsible for this indecent forum of ‘real pink eye’s’.

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Some Things from a Walk





Dandelions are really taking over. Now there’s this ultra-dangerous mutant version. I’m going to try and swing back by the spot I saw it in a few days and see if it transitions to its standard yellow mop top.







Whoever’s up in the Thomas the Train bike is on his grind. All the little kids on the Hawthorne Bridge wanted to be this little guy. Me too, sort of. . . Not really.







There’s really no way else to put it: this dude hustling over the Burnside Bridge looked like he’d just been bone’t out by a pony. It was a trip.

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Status Update

Well, since we had our baby, I have found it difficult to keep up with posts for this blog. I have a tendency to let posts get a bit unruly from time to time over here, and thus I started an easier, less demanding blog project that revolves specifically around doughnuts. If you are a reader of this blog and happen to consider reading about doughnuts, or eating them, an adequate or better use of a part of your day, then my other blog will no doubt quickly become required reading for you. If not, than perhaps you enjoy hyperbole? That’s the main two things going over there. Doughnuts and hyperbole. I still intend to post here, and maybe, very often again, someday. But, we’re going through a lot of changes at the moment, so for the time being it will be sporadic at best.

Without further ado:

Destination Doughnut

ps: I would actually be happy to have guest posts on Destination Doughnut, so if you are interested in doing a doughnut review, then by all means, email me at destinationdoughnut@gmail.com

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It’s All Good in the Hood

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A Victory for the Living Memory of Eating Bar Burgers





I went for brisk jog after work today, and when I got home from doing that I proceeded to give (take?) all of those burned calories right back. I’m usually always lusting after a cheeseburger, and occasionally I’ll pop into a place and have one, but up and away prefer to make them at home, especially when the weather is properly in favor of firing up the grill. Gabrielle and I used to go to a bar called The Victory Bar back before we became parents. Now we don’t really go to bars at all, but we often want to, and we also often want to drunkenly consume delicious, heart-stopping bar food of all sorts and regret it in the morning. That’s a rarity, too. Anyway, this burger is modeled after the one they serve at Victory, and one of the burgers that I find a deep yearning for from time to time. Their version is a venison burger with crispy leeks and a worscestershire aioli, with the option to add Rogue Blue. It comes with a few simple bread and butter pickles, and fresh fried potato chips. My first deviation was to forgo the venison once I discovered that the price per pound is outrageous, at least at the place I happened to be shopping, in favor of plain old ground hamburger, 20% fat content (the only way to go burger-wise, imo.) The second was to add bacon, which requires no further explanation. The way it stakes up is like this, from bottom to top: hamburger bun from New Seasons Market (a passable if not great roll) toasted on the grill with olive oil, Edmond Fallot Dijon Mustard; 1/4lb beef patty; crumbled blue cheese, two bacon strips (from CHOP); some pickled red onion (it’s yellow b/c I pickled it a jar w/ golden beets); fried, crispy leeks (thinly sliced green part); and some worcestershire aioli, which I can’t explain because ours didn’t quite work out, but it still had a great flavor. We rounded out the plates with some sautéed baby bok choi, and a gang of Kettle Chips. This was one of the top burgers that I’ve ever made at home, but I have to withhold a few points due to my aioli fail. It’s probably due to laziness, but I already had some homemade mayonnaise in the fridge, and I just tried to stir in some worcestershire sauce, and it fell apart, and became pretty watery, but like I said it was still pretty tasty. I just love the creaminess of mayo on a burger. It’s probably my favorite burger condiment, over-all, so I did miss that component. But, I’m nit-picking. On days like this, I like to get all my glutinous tendencies out of the way, so after Gabrielle left for work, Lucia and I took a walk down to The Sugar Cube, and split a slice of chocolate bread pudding. . .









Life is really such a burden sometimes.

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Early Lessons in Consumerism

Last night I was explaining to Lucia that in a consumerist society you go out and buy yourself some things that you want on payday. She didn’t quite understand what I was talking about because she’s still a baby, so I thought to actually take her out and show her what I meant.







We made our way across the Burnside Bridge and to our first stop, Powell’s City of Books. I told her that we were looking for the latest volume of the Canal House Cooking series. She thought we should ask for help, but I told her that I already new what section it was in, and we headed right for it. As you can see in the picture, she was a little hesitant, still trying to grasp the idea of buying something. Usually people just set things down in front of her and she just takes whatever she wants. You could see that she was starting to get it, though.







Lucia really loves the Sleigh Bells album Treats, so next we headed back to the east side, and stopped at Everyday Music. Maybe it was because it was something she really wanted, but this whole concept definitely clicked once I presented her with the record.







As anyone who has extra money knows, buying things can stir up a pretty vicious hunger, so next we headed over to Dove Vive to pick up a par-packed pizza to take home for dinner. While we were waiting, I drank an Old German, and Lucia charmed the diners, dancing to some Fela Kuti, and asking people how they liked their wine. (Lucia likes it when Mommy drinks wine, especially when she drinks Willamette Valley Pinot’s.)







We were both borderline starving by the time we got home, Lucia so much so that she was prepared to dig right in, baking be damned!







The whole family loves Dove Vivi! They make their pizzas on a cornmeal based crust, and you can order as little as a slice of any pie on offer. We usually get two halves. Our favorite standard menu item is the House Sausage made with mozzarella, house-made fennel sausage, caramelized onions, marinated green peppers, and tomato sauce. So we got half of one of those, and half of the daily special, Tasso Ham made with mozzarella, fontina, spice-rubbed hot smoked ham, sautéed greens, and caramelized onion, this being one of the best tasting pizzas I’ve eaten in a while. Some of their experimental pizza specials can be a bit of a stretch, but this one is an absolute winner in my book.







Anyway, Lucia ate way too much, and after all that shopping, the fourth slice put this little Noodle straight to bed!



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Kimchidogs





I’ve managed to form an addiction to these kimchidogs:

toasted Vietnamese French Bread, Kimchi, diced onion, cilantro, an extra-long wiener, and a nice blast of srirachi.

It might be a while before I go back to mustard and kraut.

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Difficulties of (Pro)portion

Sometimes, (full disclosure: often) after I prepare something for dinner, I look down at the plate and I ask myself what my problem is, and wonder why it is that I can not manage to put together a reasonably-sized dinner; why I inevitably fix a plate that is at least 2 times bigger than what I need to eat. I was faced with this difficulty of portion yet again as I prepared to sit down to the Newshour, and an enormous plate of food composed of 2 sunnyside-ups, 2 fried polenta cakes, and 2 of Voget’s smoked porkchops:







Realizing that I probably only really needed 1 each of these things, I shrugged my shoulders, and vowed that Next Time, I will be more careful about how much food I put on the plate! I moved to the table and began to eat. About half-way through the meal, I realized that in this case, though, I had not actually made a mistake of portion, but rather of proportion, and what I really needed was a third egg. You see, I ran out of runny goodness, with smokey pork to spare! Yes, I learned a valuable lesson that day. . .

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Tasty & Sons French Toast





There are a few things about Tasty & Sons that bugs me, but I love this French Toast. It’s made with thick slices of brioche, and comes with a seasonal syrup and a large dollop of whipped cream. It’s a light, refreshing take on sweet breakfast item that is usually heavy, and overbearingly sugary or spiced. I’m sure I could easily make this at home, but it’s such a treat to start your day with it at a bustling brunch spot.

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FYI Bumper Sticker





Fire on the Mountain: taking the ‘Other Car’ schtick to its ultimate conclusion. We can now officially retire this played sentiment.