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Yesterday, my treasure trove of soaps arrived. I put them all away into my bathroom and now my bathroom smells GLORIOUS. The plain goat milk (unscented) and heirloom rose both seem like nice soaps, but it's the honeyed grapefruit that I just want to inhale over and over again. I have no flippin idea why that scent appeals to me so much... I feel like those wasps from the time adelagia, slitherhither and I went to Bongos for lunch. When I smell it I'm just drawn to it, I can't stay away, even to my own potential detriment. Someone could lead me down a dark alley if they just dangled this scent in front of me.
Anyway... THE TREASURE!
I have also developed an interest in soapmaking. Ironic, since I just bought a bunch of soap so it's kind of the last thing I need, but I'm intrigued. I'm in the process of putting together a list of all the things I'll need for this venture. The most costly part is going to be the soap molds.
Today was an unexpected day in terms of eating. I played hooky from work a bit and went withadelagia to hit downtown Seattle. What? I needed to go pick up my leaf lard!
We went to Il Corvo for lunch, but I haven't been there in YEARS. I first and last went whenjade_okelani visited, and I can't even remember how many years ago that was, so clearly it's been a long time. When we went, Il Corvo was operating out of a gelato shop, so it was super weird that you'd go to this gelateria and everyone would be eating pasta. They have since gotten their own place.
That's Il Corvo's thing, you see. They serve 3 pastas every day, and the menu for the day depends on what Mike Eastman (the chef) feels like making that morning. They only open for lunch, and only M-F. If he can actually make a living doing that, that's pretty awesome. It's like a 9-5 job! Kind of. Anyway, they only serve the 3 pastas plus some antipasti and that's it.
It was only when we got there that I realized I had come full circle... Il Corvo was where I first had Desert Miracle olive oil. It tasted so amazing that I had to know what it was. I then spent a long time looking for it, only to hit the jackpot when I found ONE place selling it, Chefshop.com... and they happened to be in Seattle. And now I was in Seattle to pick up lard from Chefshop, and once again eating at Il Corvo.
We got there just before 11am, and there was already a fairly long line that had formed. They opened a few minutes late, but things went decently quickly after that. The line never abated, though. By the time we left, it had grown even longer. It makes for a slightly uncomfortable seating situation, because you kind of feel rushed, with this huge line of people snaking out the restaurant and standing behind you, etc.
The pastas are amazing, though. I always think of pasta as being this unspecial thing I can make at home, but... when it's done right, and fresh, it is really quite a different animal.
Too bad it will be years again before I'll be able to go. I mean, they're only open for lunch on weekdays, and you have to stand in a long line no matter what time you get there! Who has that kind of time? I was tellingadelagia that I felt like we were in Portland, which was another place where people stood in long lines to get good food. But really only tourists are able to do that!
Anyway, the pasta selection today was:
- Fusilli with house-made fennel sausage and peppers
- Sweet corn and ricotta stuffed ravioli, in a Sicilian cherry tomato sauce
- Pappardelle alla Bolognese
adelagia was getting the ravioli, and I was trying to decide between the other two. I asked the girl at the counter, and she said that I should definitely get the fusilli, because the Bolognese is always on the menu. I agreed... but then thought, "Wait. I probably won't be here for another two years so does that really matter?"
In the end, it didn't, because the fusilli was incredibly delicious. Spicier than I expected, but no less delicious. The ravioli was also awesome. We also split a kale salad and giardiniera (pickled veggies), both of which I enjoyed immensely.
My phone photos do not do the meal the slightest justice, but...
After that, we went to the La Marzocco Cafe at KEXP at the Seattle Center to see if the Salt and Straw popup was still there. They were there the weekend before, but a coworker's husband had seen them still there this last weekend, so we went in the hopes that they might have stuck around even longer. At first glance, it didn't look promising. It is a VERY cool space, but I felt like we were not hipster enough to be there, lol. Anyway, there was nothing about Salt & Straw anywhere. I decided it wouldn't hurt to ask the barista, risking a pitying look as she informed us non-hipsters that no, that was last weekend. Of course, since I only had a simple question and was expecting to get rebuffed, there were two parties before us who seemed to take FOREVER with their ordering, and then having to be told multiple times where they could go to pick up their cappuccinos. Honestly... wake the fuck UP. There are PEOPLE BEHIND YOU.
Anyway, to my total surprise, they were still serving Salt & Straw ice cream! The barista said that they had a partnership with Salt & Straw, so that whenever they served affogato (which apparently is not always), that was the kind of ice cream they used it with. Which, to our reckoning, means that Salt & Straw should be able to open up a shop in Seattle. Right? Right. We don't care if Portland gets Molly Moon. I'd much rather have a Salt & Straw than Molly Moon.
They had 3 flavors: sea salt & caramel ribbons (my favorite! It pays to be boring), freckled woodblock chocolate, and roasted white chocolate. At first I was pleasantly surprised that a scoop only cost $3.50. Then I was disappointingly resigned when I realized that was because they only give you the tiniest scoop of ice cream imaginable. -.-
It was still amazing though. I don't know what they put in that ice cream. Crack, it has to be crack. All I know is, if someone promised me Salt & Straw's sea salt ice cream with caramel ribbons while smelling like Beekman's honeyed grapefruit soap, I would do anything for them, ANYTHING.
After that, we went to go pick up my lard, which went off without a hitch. "Oh, it's YOU," says the guy who helped me. LOL. Yes, it's me. The lard girl.
Then it was back toadelagia's, where we righted her ever-so-slightly crooked painting, with a cotton pad.
What a productive day!
adelagia, slitherhither and I went to Bongos for lunch. When I smell it I'm just drawn to it, I can't stay away, even to my own potential detriment. Someone could lead me down a dark alley if they just dangled this scent in front of me.Anyway... THE TREASURE!
I have also developed an interest in soapmaking. Ironic, since I just bought a bunch of soap so it's kind of the last thing I need, but I'm intrigued. I'm in the process of putting together a list of all the things I'll need for this venture. The most costly part is going to be the soap molds.
Today was an unexpected day in terms of eating. I played hooky from work a bit and went with
adelagia to hit downtown Seattle. What? I needed to go pick up my leaf lard!We went to Il Corvo for lunch, but I haven't been there in YEARS. I first and last went when
jade_okelani visited, and I can't even remember how many years ago that was, so clearly it's been a long time. When we went, Il Corvo was operating out of a gelato shop, so it was super weird that you'd go to this gelateria and everyone would be eating pasta. They have since gotten their own place.That's Il Corvo's thing, you see. They serve 3 pastas every day, and the menu for the day depends on what Mike Eastman (the chef) feels like making that morning. They only open for lunch, and only M-F. If he can actually make a living doing that, that's pretty awesome. It's like a 9-5 job! Kind of. Anyway, they only serve the 3 pastas plus some antipasti and that's it.
It was only when we got there that I realized I had come full circle... Il Corvo was where I first had Desert Miracle olive oil. It tasted so amazing that I had to know what it was. I then spent a long time looking for it, only to hit the jackpot when I found ONE place selling it, Chefshop.com... and they happened to be in Seattle. And now I was in Seattle to pick up lard from Chefshop, and once again eating at Il Corvo.
We got there just before 11am, and there was already a fairly long line that had formed. They opened a few minutes late, but things went decently quickly after that. The line never abated, though. By the time we left, it had grown even longer. It makes for a slightly uncomfortable seating situation, because you kind of feel rushed, with this huge line of people snaking out the restaurant and standing behind you, etc.
The pastas are amazing, though. I always think of pasta as being this unspecial thing I can make at home, but... when it's done right, and fresh, it is really quite a different animal.
Too bad it will be years again before I'll be able to go. I mean, they're only open for lunch on weekdays, and you have to stand in a long line no matter what time you get there! Who has that kind of time? I was telling
adelagia that I felt like we were in Portland, which was another place where people stood in long lines to get good food. But really only tourists are able to do that!Anyway, the pasta selection today was:
- Fusilli with house-made fennel sausage and peppers
- Sweet corn and ricotta stuffed ravioli, in a Sicilian cherry tomato sauce
- Pappardelle alla Bolognese
adelagia was getting the ravioli, and I was trying to decide between the other two. I asked the girl at the counter, and she said that I should definitely get the fusilli, because the Bolognese is always on the menu. I agreed... but then thought, "Wait. I probably won't be here for another two years so does that really matter?"In the end, it didn't, because the fusilli was incredibly delicious. Spicier than I expected, but no less delicious. The ravioli was also awesome. We also split a kale salad and giardiniera (pickled veggies), both of which I enjoyed immensely.
My phone photos do not do the meal the slightest justice, but...
After that, we went to the La Marzocco Cafe at KEXP at the Seattle Center to see if the Salt and Straw popup was still there. They were there the weekend before, but a coworker's husband had seen them still there this last weekend, so we went in the hopes that they might have stuck around even longer. At first glance, it didn't look promising. It is a VERY cool space, but I felt like we were not hipster enough to be there, lol. Anyway, there was nothing about Salt & Straw anywhere. I decided it wouldn't hurt to ask the barista, risking a pitying look as she informed us non-hipsters that no, that was last weekend. Of course, since I only had a simple question and was expecting to get rebuffed, there were two parties before us who seemed to take FOREVER with their ordering, and then having to be told multiple times where they could go to pick up their cappuccinos. Honestly... wake the fuck UP. There are PEOPLE BEHIND YOU.
Anyway, to my total surprise, they were still serving Salt & Straw ice cream! The barista said that they had a partnership with Salt & Straw, so that whenever they served affogato (which apparently is not always), that was the kind of ice cream they used it with. Which, to our reckoning, means that Salt & Straw should be able to open up a shop in Seattle. Right? Right. We don't care if Portland gets Molly Moon. I'd much rather have a Salt & Straw than Molly Moon.
They had 3 flavors: sea salt & caramel ribbons (my favorite! It pays to be boring), freckled woodblock chocolate, and roasted white chocolate. At first I was pleasantly surprised that a scoop only cost $3.50. Then I was disappointingly resigned when I realized that was because they only give you the tiniest scoop of ice cream imaginable. -.-
It was still amazing though. I don't know what they put in that ice cream. Crack, it has to be crack. All I know is, if someone promised me Salt & Straw's sea salt ice cream with caramel ribbons while smelling like Beekman's honeyed grapefruit soap, I would do anything for them, ANYTHING.
After that, we went to go pick up my lard, which went off without a hitch. "Oh, it's YOU," says the guy who helped me. LOL. Yes, it's me. The lard girl.
Then it was back to
adelagia's, where we righted her ever-so-slightly crooked painting, with a cotton pad.What a productive day!
