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Nosh: Cauliflower with Whipped Goat Cheese.

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You read that right.

Whipped goat cheese.

WHIPPED GOAT CHEESE.

whipped goat cheese

Yes.

How, you wonder, does one go about preparing such a culinary delight?  Such a feast for the senses?  Such a groovy thing to do with cauliflower?

Easy!  It takes a little time, but that doesn’t change the “easy” factor.  Here’s what you need for the cauliflower.  I’ll talk about what to do with the goat cheese later, mostly because I’m evil and want to heighten your anticipation.  Can’t bring it home too early, see.  Anyway.  Cauliflower.

  • 2 1/2 cups dry white wine
  • 1/3 cup olive oil
  • 1 tablespoon kosher salt
  • Juice from 1 lemon and juiced lemon remains
  • 1 tablespoon unsalted butter
  • 1 tablespoon sugar/honey/agave nectar
  • 2-3 bay leaves
  • 10 whole peppercorns
  • 1 head of cauliflower, leaves removed
  • 1 teaspoon red pepper flakes, optional

Cooking this cauliflower requires two steps; braising makes the cauliflower tender and infuses it with a variety of flavors, while roasting coaxes out the savory nuttiness and gives it a crusty texture.  Plus, it looks and sounds elegant as hell.  (Is that a legitimate term?  Who cares.  You all dig, I’m sure.)  I’m a hearty advocate of making things that sound impressive to boost my cooking cred.

Oh, yeah.  P.S., it tastes great.

Trim the cauliflower so it’s cleared of leaves and its stem is pared down so that the cauliflower can sit flat on a serving plate.  Assemble all the ingredients you need for the braise.

Pretty uncomplicated ingredients, I'd say.

Pretty uncomplicated ingredients, I’d say.

When choosing the braising wine, make it as dry as you can stand.  You don’t necessarily want the cauliflower to become oaky or sweet, you just want it to become fragrant and delicious.  So go dry, and make it a decent bottle.

Put the wine, salt, butter, oil, lemon (juiced, and then toss in the halves as well because why not?), sugar, bay leaves, and peppercorns in a large pot and get them cooking over a high heat.  I did add some red pepper flakes when I made my cauliflower but frankly, I didn’t think they brought much at all to the party, so meh, only add them if you’re really committed to their presence.  When everything’s going along at a pretty steady boil, add the cauliflower.  CAREFULLY, so you don’t cause a big splash and burn yourself with water and boiling oil.

Hooray for the incredibly practical mesh spider!

Hooray for the incredibly practical mesh spider!

If you think you still need a little extra cooking liquid in the pot, feel free to add some water or broth.  Lower the heat to a simmer and let it cook for 15-20 minutes or so, until the cauliflower is soft enough to sink a knife in but still offers some resistance.  You don’t want it to be mush, you just want it to be soft-ish.  When it’s ready, take it out and let it drain.

The nice thing about this dish is, you can park the cauliflower here for a while if you need to take care of other business in the kitchen; once the braise is done you’ll only have to worry about getting it in the oven when you’re in serious dinner-prep mode.

When you are ready for Phase Two: Roasting, make sure your oven is pre-heated to the not-messing-around temperature of 475° and that your oven rack is positioned roughly in the middle of the oven.  Put the cauliflower in a baking dish, give it a light drizzle of olive oil and toss on some salt and pepper.  Then?  In it goes, for 30-40 minutes.  Turn it once halfway through.  You’ll want to pull it out of the oven when it’s nice and browned and toasty on the outside.  It should look something like this:

Roasted cauliflower perfection.

Roasted cauliflower perfection.

While it’s roasting you can whip your goat cheese.

Because seriously, words fail.  Just saying it is sexy: Whipped goat cheese.  Yes!  It’s that good.  You need:

  • 4 ounces fresh goat cheese
  • 3 ounces cream cheese
  • 3 ounces feta
  • 1 tablespoon unsweetened Greek yogurt (or more, in the interests of a smooth and creamy texture)
  • drizzle of honey
  • Fresh-cracked pepper to taste

Measure out your ingredients.

That extra 1/8 oz is a nibble for the cook. :)

That extra 1/8 oz is a bonus nibble for the cook. :)


And then…ready for this?  Put all the ingredients in a food processor.  Process.

That’s it.

I mean, taste it and see what you need to add.  I don’t say you should add salt because feta and goat cheese are plenty salty on their own, but if you feel like the salt–or the pepper, or the honey–are lacking, then adjust accordingly.  If you think it needs to smooth out a little more you can add some more yogurt, or some milk or water, but only do so in small increments so as to not make it too soupy.  You want it to stick to the cauliflower, not run off.  As further evidence that this may seem complicated but isn’t really, your goat cheese can be whipped ahead of time.  I made mine the night before and it was perfect, I just had to let it warm up to room temperature and give it a couple of stirs to loosen it up.

Your guests, your family, your dining companions will be dazzled sho’ ’nuff when they walk in your kitchen and see this waiting for them.

I repeat: Elegant as hell.

I repeat: Elegant as hell.

It’s soft enough to cut with a serving spoon, so don’t be afraid to dive into the cauliflower, dress it with a happy dollop or seven of goat cheese and feast yourself silly.  A dish this gorgeous makes every dinner better.  Set aside a little time.  It’s worth it, if for no other reason that it’s ultimately really simple and if you do what the dish requires (braise, roast, food process), you’ll look like a kitchen rock star.

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Travel Theme: Contrast

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This week at Where’s My Backpack?, Ailsa’s theme is “contrast”.  My photos are all about the visual contrast of the silhouette, which I love.

The view from my room at Belhurst Castle.  Yes, that’s a boat dock looking out over Seneca Lake.  And yes, I was literally (and I don’t mean that figuratively) hanging out my hotel room window so I could get this photo.

Not too shabby!

Not too shabby!

This photo was taken in Cleveland. It’s the War Memorial Fountain, formally known as the “Fountain of Eternal Life”, which symbolizes mankind rising victorious from the ashes of war.

I love that the brightest light makes for the darkest shadow.

I love that the brightest light makes for the darkest shadow.

Next: Paris.  Which is in my heart forever.  This is at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower, and the contrast helps illuminate the complicated and gorgeous metalwork.

Must. Go. Back.

Must. Go. Back.

I saw this tree at the Elizabethan Gardens in the Outer Banks.  I adore the multi-level contrast of this.  Light/dark, and the tree itself stands in total opposition to what tree trunks are supposed to do.

No idea how or why this happened.  But cool!

No idea how or why this happened. But cool!

And finally, this picture was taken at sunset from the foot of the Ponte Vecchio, looking out across the Arno.  Because Florence, that’s why.

Does this need further explanation?

Does this need further explanation?

Join Ailsa and play along!  Hope you enjoyed the show.

Travel Theme: Benches

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Ailsa’s travel theme this week at Where’s My Backpack? is a surprisingly thought-provoking one–benches.  Some people (like, apparently, Ailsa) find them intriguing and somewhat romantic.  I tend to overlook them.  Important life lesson to be had here: pay at-bloody-tention.

Belhurst Castle, Geneva NY.  The vast lawn behind the castle is full of greenery and planters and carefully appointed koi ponds.  And exactly one lone bench, facing eastward to meet the sunrise.

Good morning!

Good morning!

Meanwhile, at the Old City Hall in my beloved Boston, George fails to recognize the looming menace of a statue of a brass donkey as he sits on the cleared stone bench outside the landmark building.

Hey, pal. One of us was here first, and it wasn't you.

Hey, pal. One of us was here first, and it wasn’t you.

In Rome (or, you know, cities in general), anything can serve as a series of benches, depending on the mood of the crowd.  A view from the top of the Spanish Steps.

Because all those people need to sit *somewhere*.

Because all those people need to sit *somewhere*.

And in Florence, simple wooden benches serve as pews in the Chiesa de San Salvatore al Monte, a beautiful 15-th century church overlooking the Arno.  San Salvatore is largely overshadowed by its flashier neighbor, the Basilica di San Miniato al Monte, but it is no less lovely.  And since more people go to San Miniato, San Salvatore is much, much quieter, which can be an incredible luxury.

If you're looking for a place to sit and be self-reflective...

If you’re looking for a place to sit and be self-reflective…

Annnnnd…there is a gem of an amusement park close to my home.  Knoebel’s has been operating as an amusement park (albeit on a smaller scale) since 1926, and it is still family owned and offers free admission.  And?  It is awesome.  They have a Sky Ride that glides its riders up the side of a mountain and back down again; these are the bench seats from the top of the Sky Ride, deserted after an afternoon rain.

Welcome to Knoebel's in all its sylvan splendor.

Welcome to Knoebel’s in all its sylvan splendor.

Happy bench hunting!  Enjoy the travel theme.

Nosh: Fiery Onion Relish

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One of the things I make regularly to keep around the house are pickled onions of one sort or another.  Pickled onions are quick and easy to make and add snap to just about anything.  Hummus and pita.  Sandwiches.  Salads.  Burritos!  Burgers.  Whatever works.  I’ll put these things on pretty much anything.  But I usually make them super-super simple, with just vinegar and sugar and salt.  Delicious, sure, but that doesn’t mean I won’t yield to the temptation of pickled onions made with the soft, smoky flavor of cumin and the bite of crushed red pepper.  Here’s what I used:

  • 3 onions, thinly sliced; I used two red and one sweet yellow, all medium-sized.  Use what you have and/or what you prefer.
  • 2-3 (or four, who’s counting?) garlic cloves, thinly sliced
  • 1 teaspoon cumin
  • 1 teaspoon yellow mustard seeds
  • 1 1/2 tablespoon light brown sugar
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1/3 cup red wine vinegar
  • 1/4 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes
  • Pepper to taste.
  • Oil for sauteeing; I used olive oil because that’s what I always use, but you can certainly use something like sunflower oil with a more neutral taste.
Allrighty!  Use whatever kind or combo of onions you prefer.

Allrighty! Let’s get cookin’.

And then?  This is straightforward cooking, folks, so brace yourself for nothing complicated.  Get a nice, big pan and heat it on medium heat, coat it with enough oil to lightly saute in, then add the onions into the oil and let them get soft and golden (it will take a few minutes, and stir them fairly frequently so you don’t let them start to brown.  You want them soft, not crisped).  Make sure you use a big enough pan!  One of the best pieces of advice I read recently was, “Food needs room to cook”, and it sounds simple but it’s fundamentally true.  Cram the onions into a too-small pan and they’ll steam and be weird and not develop their flavors as well as they should.  Plus, it’s a pain to try and cook tidily in a pan that’s too small.  Cooking’s not about getting messy and frustrated, it’s about  making beautiful meals.  Moving on.

Once the onions are golden, add the garlic, cumin, and mustard seeds.  Give it a stir and let them cook together for a minute.  Then add brown sugar, salt, red wine vinegar and red pepper flakes.  Crack in as much fresh-ground pepper as you’d like.  Please note: this is really where you can make this dish yours.  Do you want it sweeter?  Add more brown sugar.  Hotter?  Or not hot at all?  Do what you will with the pepper flakes.  You certainly don’t have to use as much garlic as I do.  Do you think you want a less aggressive vinegar, or just want a different flavor?  Use cider vinegar or champagne vinegar.  You can play with your food.  This is where the magic happens, folks.

Simmer your beautiful concoction over medium-low heat for a few minutes, until the liquid has evaporated and the onions are even more beautifully golden.  They should be cooked through but still have a little bit of crunch, and they should be pungent and rich and brisk and snappy.  Just like any good pickle.

One of my favorites sights to see in the kitchen.

One of my favorites sights to see in the kitchen.

When the time comes–and by “the time” I mean, “the moment you can’t stand it any longer and have to feed”–remember that this sits wonderfully on a crostini with a little shot of parmesan on top.

If only I'd had some goat cheese, or ricotta.  Nom!

If only I’d had some goat cheese, or ricotta. Nom!

We served this with Orecchiette with Broccoli Rabe Sauce and Parmesan-Roasted Acorn Squash, and holy pockets!  It was one of those meals where I couldn’t decide which component I liked best.  In the grand scheme of things, this is a very, very good problem to have.

Happy cooking!

Nosh: Homemade Orecchiette with Broccoli Rabe Sauce

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Just writing the words “orecchiette with broccoli rabe sauce” makes me happy.  I’m kind of a simple creature, really.  That’s all I need.  Well, that and having a plate of the actual food in front of me, because I am a hungry girl with a love for the delicious.

This brings me to orecchiette, which I love for many reasons.  Let me count the ways.  First, I love it for its name, which means “little ears” in Italian.  They are round, disc-like things that have depressions in the middle, kind of like ears do.  Adorbs!  Next, I love them because they are dense.  You don’t need to completely load them down with cheeses and fats to give orecchiette some heft because they’re made with semolina.  That’s a serious, no-nonsense flour, so they’re hearty and kind of chewy and you really know you’re digging in and eating something.  Finally, I love orecchiette because people are seemingly compelled to pair it with broccoli rabe, and I am down with anything that puts rapini in my trough.  And yes, broccoli rabe = rapini = these words are interchangeable.  I didn’t necessarily know that at first, and I’m still trying to figure out where broccolini fits into the broccoli family, but I digress.

Unfortunately, I’ve yet to see a store in Lewisburg and its environs that sells orecchiette, so my feasting upon it has largely been confined to restaurants and/or bags brought back from forays into shops in nearby metro areas.  But who needs that?  I have thumbs, I can cook.  I’ll make my own!  Do note, please: if you’re interested in making a pasta with broccoli rabe sauce but have no interest in making orecchiette, I understand.  Skip this part, scroll down to where I talk about the super-easy sauce which comes together in about twenty minutes, and feel free to use a store-bought pasta.  Just make sure you choose something hearty, like whole-wheat rotini.  If you are interested in making the orecchiette as well, then read on!

First, mix your dry ingredients.  Orecchiette seems to favor a 2:1 ratio for its flour.  I used a cup of semolina flour and subsequently, I used a half-cup of AP flour.  Mix the flours together with some salt (for this recipe, no more than a quarter-teaspoon) and have a half-cup of warm-ish water handy, though you may not use all of it.  Also, keep a baking tray dusted with semolina flour nearby to serve as a landing pad for your shaped pasta.

Ready to roll.

Ready to roll.

Put in about half the water and start kneading, and add more water in small increments until you get a ball of dough that is cohesive and elastic.  You can put it in a stand mixer if you have one with a good dough hook, but I don’t.  I just did it by hand.  It only took about five minutes of work to get it from a gnarly pile of mess…

Trust me, it gets better.

Trust me, it gets better.  Though I really want to put googly eyes on this.

To beautiful elastic ball of dough.

OMG, I can't hardly believe it.

OMG, I can’t hardly believe it.

When researching orecchiette, I read a bunch of food blogs offering conflicting advice about how to proceed.  Let it rest, don’t let it rest.  Wrap it in plastic, don’t wrap it.  There doesn’t seem to be a consensus on what to do, but here’s the thing: it’s never really a bad idea to let your dough rest, though it doesn’t seem that it would be criminal if you didn’t rest it.  I wanted to tend to some onions I had cooking on the stove so I took the opportunity to let it rest, and covered it with the bowl I originally measured out the flour in so my dough didn’t dry out in the open air.  If you need to park your dough for a little while, this is a perfect time to do so though if you’re going to let sit for more than a half an hour I’d at least lay down some plastic under it.  When you’re ready, cut your dough into eight pieces and roll those eight pieces out into doughy dowels about 18 inches long.  Ish.

That moment of perfect potential, when things can go great or really, really poorly.

That perfect moment of total potential, when things can go great or really, really poorly.

Cut them into pieces about an inch long and then?  Squish them into shape.  Again, in my research I read blogs that advised wrapping your dough around a spoon, or allowing the friction from the back of a dull knife to cause the pasta to curl, but then I thought, if I were some traditional Puglian nonna trying to make dinner, would I worry about ever-so-carefully fussing with the back of a knife?  Or would I use the most basic tools available to me and have at them with my thumbs?

Thumbs won.  I stuck my thumb in the middle of one piece of dough and shaped it with the other hand.  Voila, little indented pastas.  And they’re supposed to be rustic, so if they don’t look perfect, that’s fine.

Orecchiette!

Orecchiette!

Again, there are different schools of thought regarding what to do with your pasta now.  I’ve seen sites that advise you to let the shaped pasta sit at least one hour before cooking, I’ve seen sites that say you can use it right away.  I let mine sit–in the open, uncovered, just as you see it here–for the twenty minutes or so that it took me to prepare the sauce, and they didn’t dry out much and cooked super-super fast once I got them in boiling water.  So.  Once they’re at this point you can walk away and take care of other business.

For us, that other business is sauce.  This is pretty straightforward, and adapted from Mario Batali.  First, cut onions and garlic.  I used a TON of garlic because (regular readers, you know this) I am a junkie for garlic and am even more so when it comes to bitter greens, but of course you don’t have to use five cloves of garlic if you think that’s excessive.  This would also be a good time to get your pasta water started, so it’s boiling and ready by the time you want it.  If you’re using dried pasta, start the water before you cut a single bit of onion since you need to let the water boil and then let the pasta cook for eight or ten minutes before it’s ready to use.

What?  No, it's good for you!

What? No, garlic is good for you!

Let the onions and garlic saute in a very large pan at a medium heat with a dose of crushed red pepper to taste (I like the spicy) for five or six minutes, until they’re nice and soft and taking on that beautiful oniony-golden hue.  Add in your broccoli rabe, which has been rinsed, had the tough bottom ends of the stems removed, and roughly chopped.

So. Close. To done.

So. Close. To done.

Once that’s in the pan, grate a little fresh nutmeg over it (yes, really, it just makes it warm and homey) and toss in some salt and pepper.  This should saute for about five minutes before you add the tomatoes.

Come on, it even LOOKS festive.

Come on, it even LOOKS festive.

p.s. Is your water boiling yet?

Allow the tomatoes to cook in with the rapini for two or three minutes and put your fresh orecchiette in to boil.  Give it a stir and then watch it; within a minute or so it should start to float and when that happens, it’s ready to drain.  Reserve a ladle full of pasta water and drain your noodles.  Check the sauce.  If it seems kind of watery and needs to tighten up, add in some of your ladle of starchy pasta water, give it a stir, and then add your drained noodles to your pan.  Let them cook together for a minute or two.  Check for seasonings and adjust salt and pepper–I hit mine with a pretty sizeable amount of fresh-ground black pepper.  Make a chiffonade from ten or so fresh mint leaves, stir this in and remove from heat.  Give it a little kiss from some pecorino-romano and serve.  We ate ours with Parmesan-roasted acorn squash and bread with Fiery Onion Relish.

Fact: I can't wait to eat the leftovers, either.

Score!

Fact: I can’t wait to eat the leftovers, either.

Travel Theme: Green

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At Where’s My Backpack? this week, Ailsa celebrates springtime and St. Patrick’s Day and challenges us to show all things green.  OK.  I’m in.  And I’m talkin’ trees.

At my mother’s house, there is a great stretch of greenery that has all manner of plants.  But I really dig the big pine trees.  Normally I associate pine trees with Christmas (as do, probably, way too many of us) when their needles have turned darker and more hardy to survive the cold.  They’re green, yes, in the winter, but still kind of stoic, and staid.  Hence it gladdens my heart to see a pine tree in spring when the clusters of new growth burst out.

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Hello, springtime!

When in Tours, France…do what you can to get yourself to La Guinguette and go dancing by the river, under the giant willow tree.

There's no better way to spend a warm evening in the early autumn.

There’s no better way to spend a warm evening in early September.

We climbed up the hill across the Arno in Florence and immediately decided that we were insanely jealous of the people who got to live in the gorgeous Tuscan countryside.

See what I mean?

See what I mean?

When we were in Nags Head we went to the Elizabethan Gardens, a lovely, huge, multi-acred expanse of greenery and statues and rustic outbuildings.  It was a drizzly, grey day when we went there, and it was still astonishingly beautiful.  At one point we wandered onto the Great Lawn, where they’ve held all sorts of events.  Performances.  Weddings.  So the trees are decorated to make it even more like something out of a fairy tale.

I would love to see these lit up at night.

I would love to see these lit up at night.

And finally.  A section of the Elizabethan Gardens borders the Atlantic Ocean.  All of the ocean-facing sides of the gorgeous sprawling live oak trees had turned green from constant exposure to the ocean’s spray.

Awesome.

Awesome.

What kind of green you got going on?

Oh, and happy St. Patrick’s Day!

Travel Theme: International Women’s Day

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Ailsa’s travel theme this week at Where’s My Backpack? focuses on International Women’s Day.  Awesome.

When I finally decided to get my butt back into school, I had the very good fortune to go to Wellesley College.  Yes, it’s a women’s college.  Wellesley is academically top-notch, I got to study a subject that I loved, it opened up whole new fields of interests for me that I didn’t know I had until I got there, and I was surrounded by amazingly intelligent, funny, interesting women of all ages and backgrounds and orientations and histories, who never seem to want to stop learning and growing.

The school is still a source of mental strength for me.  I go back and visit when I can; it’s an astonishingly beautiful campus.  And the lessons I learned while I was there are with me to this day.  Going there wasn’t “easy” in the traditional sense of the word–I lost a ton of sleep to late-night cram sessions and smoked five times as many cigarettes as I should have–but it was one of the best things I have ever done for myself.

The Carillon.

The Carillon.

The academic quad.

The academic quad.

The library seen through the rhododendrons.

The library seen through the rhododendrons.

Down we go!

Down we go!

My old dorm! That porch was the setting for most of my late-night smoking.

My old dorm! That porch was the setting for most of my late-night smoking.

Me, rowing crew on Lake Waban.  (OK, so I didn't take this picture.)

Me, rowing crew on Lake Waban. (OK, so I didn’t take this picture.)

Reunion weekend!  So glad to be back around fierce women of all ages.

Reunion weekend! So glad to be back around fierce women of all ages.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward!

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Or, Ever Forward!  As my sister and I have been known to adopt as a motto.  Particularly while moving me to Pennsylvania from my former home in Texas.  But that’s not really important right now.

Anyway.  I dig things that make you think of movement, and progression, and the not necessarily negative inevitability of change.  It’s all about the liminality, man.  Because to move forward you have to engage in the journey to get there; it’s not just done by closing your eyes and having “forward” happen to you.

So.  This photo–probably more than any that I’ve taken recently–says “forward”.  There’s the curve of the tracks, and I always find myself sort of craning my neck to try and see what’s around the bend.  It’s a great unknown out there; do we stay where we are and not explore, or do we see what’s around that bend, and the next, and the next?  Plus, it’s taken at sunrise, so hooray to the dawning of a new day!

Onward!

Onward!

Ever forward, my friends.

Go check out the other photo challenge participants here.  Or bust out some pictures and join in the fun!

Travel Theme: Mountains

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Ailsa’s travel theme this week at Where’s My Backpack? is: mountains!  I’m honestly a little surprised I have any pictures of mountains.  I’m not a climber and a lot of my travels have been surprisingly flat.  The few memorable trips I took driving out across the American West, I had a film camera and haven’t scanned most of my pictures from those trips yet, though there will be a few.  Perhaps not so surprisingly, the mountains endure.

Ireland isn’t noted for its snow-capped massive peaks, but it does have Croagh Patrick, or St. Patrick’s mountain.  Legend says this is the place where Patrick endured a 40-day Lenten fast, banished the snakes from Ireland, and fought a demon and won, thereby saving the Irish from their heathen ways forever.

Croagh Patrick

Croagh Patrick, as seen from the parking lot of the Bertra House B&B.

Every year on the last Sunday in July, the penitent walk to the top of Croagh Patrick, to attend mass and go to confession at the chapel at the summit, which you can just make out in the photo.  The truly hardcore go barefoot.  To which I say, damn.

And then we’re off to sunny Tuscany, though on this day it was slightly cloudy Tuscany.  As I was on my Italy starter tour I hit the big three–Rome/Florence/Venice–and didn’t venture very far afield.  Next time I go, I’ll be up in those crazy little mountain towns.  For now, I just have to look at the mountains looming on the other side of Florence and wonder what it’s like.

Florence and the Tuscan mountains, from the Piazzale Michelangelo.

Florence and the Tuscan mountains, from the Piazzale Michelangelo.

There’s something really snug about being located in a river valley surrounded by mountains.  I understand the strategic benefits.

And here are some of the few pictures I have already scanned from my post-college, all-girl, westward-bound roadtrip; there will be more photos coming once I finish my blog about getting out there (really, I swear, I’ll finish it).

Up in the Grand Tetons.

Up in the Grand Tetons.

This was taken at a lookout near one of the summits, overlooking the Tetons and the Rockies.

Intrepid explorer Leslie checks out the scenery.

Intrepid explorer Leslie checks out the scenery.

I dig the snow on the ground.  In June.

And here are some mountains in Nevada, at sunrise.  If you’re ever going to drive across Route 80 in Nevada, sunrise is the right time to do it.

Nevada's stark landscape is softened by sunrise.

Nevada’s stark landscape is softened by sunrise.

Have you got any pictures of mountains to share?  Join the fun!  See you at Ailsa’s.

Travel Theme: Shadows

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All hail the mighty Groundhog!  Long may he reign!

In honor of Groundhog Day, Ailsa has decreed this week’s travel theme to be: Shadows.  So to celebrate my shadowy side I figured I’d look at the rascally bunch of ne’er-do-wells I am privileged to be friends with.

Damn musicians.  Step out into the sunlight every so often, people.  These aren’t the tidiest or least grainy pictures I’ve ever taken, but I had a lot of fun taking them.  :)

Anyway.  First up!  Check out the local favorite Snakes Are Strong, a punk band who trades vocals between their male and female singer a la the band X.  SAS likes to play with their set lighting by projecting a movie–usually some kind of trippy horror flick–over the band.  Below is a picture of the drummer, Pete, and you can see the shadows of the other two members of the bad, Jeff and Brianna, off to the right.  The band’s movie of choice for this performance–I would bet money on this–is Dario Argento‘s Suspiria.

Pete, beasting it on the drums while Brianna and Jeff loom menacingly to the side.

Pete, beasting it on the drums while Brianna and Jeff loom menacingly to the side.

Next:  Drift Division.  My friend Andy’s band played at our gem of an art deco movie house, the Campus Theatre, right here in beautiful downtown Lewisburg.  The band set up in front of the movie screen and also had a film (made for them by a friend of theirs) that projected over them as they played, which seems like a no-brainer when you’ve got a giant screen behind you just begging to be used.

Shadowy men playing moody music.

Shadowy men playing moody music.

And then there’s: Fear Factory.  This taken when I went to see Burt at a show in Philadelphia, and what I love about this picture is that Burt isn’t the primary focus but rather, it’s the silhouettes of the fans up front.  Because the fist pump and the metal horns?  Yeah.  That’s what it’s all about.

Metal. \m/

Metal! \m/

And finally, because my boyfriend starting giving me a hard time about my choice of Fear Factory picture (“Technically that’s a silhouette, not a shadow” he said, to which I replied, “I don’t think Ailsa’s going to call the blog police on me,” though maybe I’m wrong), here is me.  And what is clearly, inarguably, a shadow.  Taken  at Jockey’s Ridge State Park in North Carolina, from the top of one mo’fo’ of a sand dune.

HELLO.

HELLO.

Go check out the rest of the blogs at Ailsa’s travel theme!  You know you want to join in on the fun.  See you there.