Today kind of sucked. Not sure why, but I have not been very motivated. To say the least, summer can be an isolating time for grad students, especially for those of us who are far from home. Today, late in the day, after dragging myself out of bed, I began plotting menus and a table setting for an upcoming dinner party. Even during these rough days, I enjoy cooking and baking.
My table is piled high with papers to grade and inhospitable for such experimentation. Instead I settled for my porch. On the ground I set a rug purchased years ago in Turkey. For me this rug has come to represent good taste within financial constraints. One of the people with me on this trip was a wealthy woman, an heir to a major computer company, who bought several rugs worth around thirty grand. Seriously. I was in a slightly different league. I wanted a rug and had budgeted about $300 thinking this would get me something grand; I had no idea how expensive they actually were. I was so determined that I was willing to search and search until I found the most beautiful version for the most affordable price. I was not willing to settle for less.
I found this small rug at a very special store in the heart of Istanbul (I had previously been looking in rural areas thinking they would be cheaper). Also on the trip was an Armenian Stanford professor and his amazing Finnish wife who happen to be the parents of this well known artist. This store was owned by thier friends and he was fairly certain that I would find my rug; he fully supported my mission. In Turkish fashion one of the employees lifted rug after rug also in support of my cause. And, suddenly after weeks and weeks of searching and let downs, there it was in the middle of one of their hundreds of huge piles. When I saw it, I crossed my fingers my budget wouldn't be exceeded. It wasn't. When I showed my teacher, he looked at me with pride. "You have an excellent eye" he told me. It was exquisite and I knew it was the perfect one. Only about 3 ft x 3 ft. in size, it had been used in Iran as a nomadic table. Today I decided to restore its original purpose. Forget hanging it on the wall as I had done before, no, it was now my temporary porch table. And a reminder of restraint, high standards and the importance of narratives attached to our possessions.
Next, to frame the table, I placed cream colored candle holders, a sage plant growing in terracotta on my porch and filling the gaps with my new set of porcelain mixed nuts. This table setting may actually work for the dinner party, although I am not sure I can convince the guests to sit on the floor. Perhaps there will be a reinterpretation for the dining table
The menu also came naturally from my CSA box and the Irvine Farmer's Market; in other words, I made it up and improvised the tapas-like mini plates with what I had. First I made caprese with fresh mozzerella, heirloom cherry tomatoes and basil (growing on my porch). Nothing is better during summer when tomatoes are fresh. Next, I concocted a sauté of purple potatoes with smoky arbol chilis and rosemary, followed by three little pan-roasted shrimp with a verde sauce containing garlic, arugula, tomatoes, basil, salt and pepper. It was accompanied by a grassy, cantelope-y Sauvignon Blanc from New Zealand and all of it followed by organic yellow watermelon.
I am not certain this will be the menu for the dinner party, but it significantly improved my day.





