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For the first time since Rose was born, A. and I treated ourselves to a real live date last night! Amaya the punky-haired new babysitter came over to help herd the kids to bed, and we shuffled off to Lalimes, on Gilman street in Berkeley. ( Cut tags save you from drooling on your keyboard! )
Snapshot, Chicago
Nov. 15th, 2005 08:47 pmWe are at Carmine's on Rush street sitting at a table next to...Tommy Lasorda and what I assume are his grandchildren. Mr. L gets up to talk to a man at the table on the other side of us...Ozzie Guillen. Just, you know, one World Series Champion manager congratulating another.
In other news, Carmine's is staffed entirely with Italian grandmothers who will attempt to kill you with food. You will, however, die happy.
EDIT: Duh. Changed "us" to "up" in the second sentence. Rather changes the meaning, that.
In other news, Carmine's is staffed entirely with Italian grandmothers who will attempt to kill you with food. You will, however, die happy.
EDIT: Duh. Changed "us" to "up" in the second sentence. Rather changes the meaning, that.
Calvin ate Doro Tibs last night at the Ethiopian place. The first bite, he chewed, and said "I want some more chi--" and pulled it out his mouth, making that "what is this unpleasant sensation on my tongue?" face that toddlers make when first exposed to chilis. Then he drank a lot of water and asked for more. He pulled the second piece out of his mouth, said "It's hot!" then popped it back in and ate it.
Food stuff
Jul. 6th, 2005 09:59 pmGod bless pitted fruit season. That's all I have to say about food for myself.
As for Calvin, he has much to say about food. Such as, "Want some more [whatever he just had]" or, "How about some avocado? Ok! More? More?" or, recently, speaking about his stuffed toy, "My kitty cat wants some goldfish, TOO!" This past weekend, after a disappointing lunch in which he did not get what he asked for, Calvin pointed to some scallions sitting in a basket near the sink and insisted, "I see more yams. Look Papa! There's some more yams, right over dere!" Although he was mistaken, the purpose was served, and we sallied forth on the bicycle ("Open up a garage door, go onna bike-a wide!") to procure additional yams for this week. He has been eating any/everything lately; we expect another growth spurt any time now, which is mildly frightening as he is already more than half as tall as his sister, who is no shrimp.
As for Calvin, he has much to say about food. Such as, "Want some more [whatever he just had]" or, "How about some avocado? Ok! More? More?" or, recently, speaking about his stuffed toy, "My kitty cat wants some goldfish, TOO!" This past weekend, after a disappointing lunch in which he did not get what he asked for, Calvin pointed to some scallions sitting in a basket near the sink and insisted, "I see more yams. Look Papa! There's some more yams, right over dere!" Although he was mistaken, the purpose was served, and we sallied forth on the bicycle ("Open up a garage door, go onna bike-a wide!") to procure additional yams for this week. He has been eating any/everything lately; we expect another growth spurt any time now, which is mildly frightening as he is already more than half as tall as his sister, who is no shrimp.
