It’s been an intense month, but I’ve got a bit of breathing room. It’s been a struggle to reorganize my priorities to spend more time strengthening my leg as I learn how to get full range of motion again, but it needs to be done. I do less in a day so I can spend more time exercising and going to the gym. But that’s ok for now.
Walking and taking photos has been a pleasure. Since I’m so slow, I can see a great deal. Walking downtown has been thrilling, seeing all the new food businesses emerge (a long overdue restaurant post will come soon, I promise). I’m also really excited to have been part of a team studying some possibilities for a food studies program at University of Oregon. We went up to OSU to meet a number of Oregon scholars interested in a food studies coalition of sorts, then hosted several eminent food studies faculty from other institutions back at home. I hope something good comes out of it all.
I’ve been planning some events with my food research group on campus, including the visit from Sandor Katz on November 16, too. Then I spent a half-week in Las Vegas at a literature conference last week. I’m still haunted by the Strip, where I saw Dora the Explorer and Freddy Kruger mingling among the tourists outside the Flamingo. And don’t even get me started about what was inside. Halloween came early!
Creepy, no? The talking animated tree was at the Bellagio and the talking Neptune posed between the Nike swoosh and a Cheesecake Factory logo was part of an inaudible animatronic show depicting the fall of Atlantis at Caesars Palace. The eyebrow-raising relief of Roman soldiers raping naked women, also Caesars Palace. Check it out and its companion piece of Roman soldiers beating men when you enter the slot machine area. No fucking joke.
I did enjoy seeing colleagues at the conference, where I presented my work on sexual modernity and on modernist food, and the Flamingo wasn’t a bad place to stay at all. My room was very clean and the hall was absolutely silent. Couldn’t ask for more, especially in the middle of the decline of Western civilization. Great meals, too, at Thomas Keller’s Bouchon and Lotus of Siam, a hole in the wall place off the Strip in a mini-mall, made famous by Jonathan Gold a few years ago. I had a noteworthy lamb leg with apples and blanched rutabaga cubes with a wonderful bottle of wine at the former, a pounded Northern Thai jackfruit and pork “dip” and a puffed rice and sausage dish at the latter.
But now I’m home sweet home, and couldn’t be happier to see my friends and neighbors and farmers at the market this weekend. I walked around on my own for the first time in months, and it was a little hard, but I managed, even in the rain.
I skipped the zombie Thriller in Kesey plaza. I had seen enough Halloween. Instead, I reminded myself of how dazzling our fall produce is. The hard winter squashes in yellows, oranges, reds, and slate blues are gorgeous, especially with the multi-hued peppers that remain, but I more stimulated by baskets of quinces and huckleberries at the gourd guy’s booth, brilliant red and gold flint corn polenta at Lonesome Whistle (their first go at flint corn!), and tiny American persimmons at Grateful Harvest alongside Concord grapes and the rest of the Italian prunes and fall strawberries. The weird weather created a stellar apple crop. I bought some huge, delicious Pippins from Hentze farm, and drooled over Dave Biancalana’s description of his apple cider pork sausage with rosemary and apples. There were golden raspberries and juicy Napa cabbage and new ginger (!!) at Groundworks Organics. My favorite White Russian kale was available at Ruby & Amber’s Organic Oasis (I hope I’m remembering this one correctly). Cider from River Bend farm and roasting peppers were enticing us at the front of the market. Someone whose name I forgot was selling local sweet potatoes, an important item of note for Thanksgiving.
As for what’s coming: the mushrooms are sprouting up, especially golden chanterelles. Beans and grains are being sorted and cleaned right now: expect the new crop very soon. I’m pretty sure the hazelnut crop got swept up before the rains, too, so that means great plump filberts. Walnuts should be here soon, and cranberries. Time for homemade cran-vodkas, my favorite fall drink!
I love this little valley, this great state. I’m so glad I’m here to share it with you.