The simplest guacamole recipe, courtesy of Jentel (thanks Brittani!). One avocado--slice in half, use your knife to score the flesh into little cubes prior to loosening it from the rind with a spoon. Empty one half into a bowl and add salt, a handful of chopped cilantro, and a squeeze of one-quarter lime. Empty the other avocado half on top and mash lightly with a fork. Salt the top layer again. Include one-half a clove of garlic, finely chopped, if you are so inclined; or, add several dashes of dried chili pepper (the same kind you shake out over pizza).
If you are ambitious on the very relative scale...add two tablespoons of tomatillo salsa, or a handful of black beans, or 1/2 ear of corn kernels shaved raw off the cob. Mash and mix. If you have to store leftovers overnight, the lime juice is critical--that's what curbs browning--and tamp down a layer of Saran Wrap over the exact surface of the guacamole.
And that's how I spent my summer vacation.
A partial galley arrived today from Norton. A sneak peek at the handling of fonts, a look at the acknowledgments and dedication, a chance to object in the cases where they had to crowd the page with the last line or two of a poem. How scary and wonderful! It looks like a real book!
I found myself watching the Comedy Central pseudo-documentary / marketing tool Inside Funny People tonight. As a teenager who spent significant amounts of time watching Stand Up Stand Up and Comic Relief, I have a soft spot for the perils of live comedy. I really want Funny People to be good, though I know the jury is out. The jury is, in fact, playing mini-golf. Eating a cheese sandwich. Playing quarter pool. The jury will probably not come back in a happy mood, and is therefore taking its own sweet time at the local dive bar. But I have a little crush on Judd Apatow. And Leslie Mann! I like her for being so beautiful and, well, still marrying Judd Apatow.
Not sure, yet, about establishing my at-home writing rhythms. But if I write while sprawled out on my bed, I can look out three windows--one pointed toward the crazy traffic of Connecticut Avenue, one at the Embassy of Albania, one looking down S Street. I can shut the door and play music as loud as I like. I can draft without getting dressed. I'm working on it.