Monday, November 16, 2015.
The Ever-Leaky, Sloppy Sandwich.
I'm in the mood for a roast beef poor boy. Eating a good one of those brings back memories of my first one, had at an old beer joint called Clarence & Lefty's in the 1960s. Not only was that a discovery for me, but it established in my mind the knowledge that a big world of gustatory pleasure awaited me out there. Really, it was my first push into a line of work I would not have imagined for myself. I'm still grateful to my Uncle Billy, my parrain, for that.
Today's sammich came from the Camellia Café in Abita Springs. Haven't had one here in awhile, but many (but not all) my past samplings were very good. I can't seem to talk them out of loading the thing up with gravy. Even after I ask them to ease off, the sandwich is such a saturated mess that I wound up having to eat it with a fork and knife. That felt more than a little silly, but it would not have been manageable otherwise. But with that crisis resolved, I must say that they did a fine job with the flavors, living up to my parrain's tout.
The radio show went off easily. A lot of people look to me to avoid that other item in the news right now.
An all-Christmas rehearsal with NPAS. Our leader Alissa Rowe says that we don't have time to work out a choral version of "I Wonder As I Wander," so she will have auditions for someone to do it solo. Of course, I give it some thought. I run through a bunch of recordings and can't find a single male performance of the song. It probably needs the softness a woman can bring. Besides, I am hearing a screech in my voice when I shift into the head voice for the high notes. But it's nice to imagine doing something like this. I am not ashamed to admit I am a ham.
Today's sammich came from the Camellia Café in Abita Springs. Haven't had one here in awhile, but many (but not all) my past samplings were very good. I can't seem to talk them out of loading the thing up with gravy. Even after I ask them to ease off, the sandwich is such a saturated mess that I wound up having to eat it with a fork and knife. That felt more than a little silly, but it would not have been manageable otherwise. But with that crisis resolved, I must say that they did a fine job with the flavors, living up to my parrain's tout.
The radio show went off easily. A lot of people look to me to avoid that other item in the news right now.
An all-Christmas rehearsal with NPAS. Our leader Alissa Rowe says that we don't have time to work out a choral version of "I Wonder As I Wander," so she will have auditions for someone to do it solo. Of course, I give it some thought. I run through a bunch of recordings and can't find a single male performance of the song. It probably needs the softness a woman can bring. Besides, I am hearing a screech in my voice when I shift into the head voice for the high notes. But it's nice to imagine doing something like this. I am not ashamed to admit I am a ham.
