Showing posts with label food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label food. Show all posts

3.20.2013

sven make food.

make spaghetti & strada.



tear loaf pour olive oil and pepper over.








bake loaf & boned chicken.


burn italian loki sausage.


chop. garlic. onion. green pepper. roma tomato. basil. shallot. sun dried tomato. olive. chop.
oops, forgot mushrooms!


pour in pepper. salt.


burn.

make strada with italian stuff so far, egg, milk, cheese.


burn.


cast in spaghetti: tomato. chicken. basil. fennel.



boil.


fin!


fin!








is good.














3.12.2013

delano.

a story of a trip to delano minnesota to visit jennifer and aaron and dylan and john.
by sven.

    my story begins with me climbing into my vw and leaving one rural area and continuing on through suburban waste lands and ending up in another rural area a long ways away. when you go to jen (niece) and aaron's you have to be ready, it's  a long drive. but today the highways are like the 'autobahn'. I zoom across town and seem to make record time.









...eventually, after driving exactly 1 hour, I arrive at jennifer, aaron, dylan and john's house in delano minnesota. it's a nice big / small town. they seem to like living here because they do. delano minnesota has a river that runs through it, and a small charming main street, and a lot of nice houses and people who live in them. I have never met one mean person in delano minnesota. 
   my sister used to live in delano minnesota before she moved to san francisco california a while back. I guess that is another reason I like it here...but it is a long way away from my house in columbus minnesota.


   this is jen and john with dad asleep on the couch. meanwhile dylan plays with his racing kit! they are a nice family and fun to be around. jennifer and aaron are both smart and aaron is some kind of an engineer or something (he's not a show off about it either) their home is inviting and comfortable.
   dylan is a bundle of energy. be careful though, he's sharp. he doesn't miss a thing. john is another case like his mom's cousin's baby nora...he should hurry up and catch up on everything and learn stuff. but he seems like he's right on track as far as I know.


   if you ever spend any time around jennifer you know she's a great chef. but some one forgot to tell her it's impossible to make gyros sandwiches at home so here she is trying to do just that! I have eaten a lot of greek food in my time and have also had 'mock' gyros meat, a travesty, but we'll just keep her amused. sure jen whatever you say.





I'm a believer!


when I eat jen's gyros sandwiches with fresh lettuce, cucumber, tomato, onion, feta cheese and secret seasonings I'm so happy!
poor john, no gyros sandwich for you. maybe some day. don't worry john, I'll eat yours.


as they say in delano: when the babies are asleep and there's gyros in your belly and if momma's happy and if poppa says it's alright then that's all you need.
sven.




























2.11.2013

in a lonely place.



italian loaf. marino's.


in a lonely place. nicholas ray. the heights.


organist. the heights.

2.10.2013

rock 'n' roll all night.


def leppard.



def leppard, poison, lita ford concert.
sleep train, bay area.

(iphone, preview, september 2012)
   
   our hero with some heavy metal kids after the show. our seats, 20th row center, took a loud smiting from thor's mighty hammer, if you catch my meaning. the first night of my visit to san francisco was long. we caught the last bus back to bart. bart broke down so we hopped off in oakland somewhere and blearily searched the streets for a taxi. he transported us to an ihop (or something?) for a late night breakfast. nothing ever tasted better. 
   one of our party was a young black woman whom we had met earlier on the bus to the show. my sister persuaded her to accompany us when we got off the broken train. she thought for a moment...and came with us. (very trusting she was - ed.) I think I ended up being up (with the time difference) for 30 hours. sure was fun. thanks again sis.

2.07.2013

incongruous shoes.


   an incongruous sight, I didn't need to wonder long whether or not I should snap this pic. these shoes were (seemingly) abandoned on lake st. in s. minneapolis outside ingebretsen's on my last trip there. (or, maybe the owner is living a kind of minimalist life style. he returns for his shoes when he needs them, if they are not there, he didn't need them? - ed.)
   ingebretsen's seems more than a little incongruous (in it's location) too. the market was opened in 1921 and has been run by the ingebretsen's since. hoot, who just passed away last year, ran it for many of the last 50 years. the neighborhood has completely 'morphed' around them like something out of the film 'being there' (excellent - ed.) a fine scandinavian market, part gift shop, part wonderfully pungent deli. it's always a treat to visit.

(iphone, instagram filters, december 2012)




   



2.04.2013

nye's polonaise room.


   I have been to the bar next door (nye's bar) many times over the years. and have even 'remotely' seen the 'world's most dangerous polka band' over there. this snapshot was taken this past december in the adjoining polonaise room, where polish is the specialty of the house. we celebrated with white russians and enjoyed the perfect vibe.


pierogis, sausage, kraut. it was a very nice dinner.



(iphone, december 2012)


2.02.2013

1.29.2013

dinner.


let's go to the big city for dinner!


nice choice! the citizen. yum.