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Veal Striploin at Liberty Tavern

Liberty Tavern's Veal Striploin with Potato/Chevre Soufle, Grilled Asparagus, and Picatta Sauce

Liberty Tavern’s Veal Striploin with Potato/Chevre Soufle, Grilled Asparagus, and Picatta Sauce

The Liberty Tavern in Arlington’s Clarendon neighborhood is consistently my favorite.  They change their menu with the seasons and last night we happened to stop in for dinner on day 2 of their Late Spring Menu!  As always I got the Grilled Octopus Salad as a starter.  This broccolini/potato salad with olives has the most delicious grilled and tender pieces of octopus.  I have sold numerous dining companions on this salad and they always agree that it’s amazing!

The service at Liberty Tavern is unfailingly  fantastic.  They have low turn-over so you see familiar faces, and they are always extremely well-educated about the menu.  My having a wonderful experience appears to be a serious goal of the entire staff at this vibrant restaurant.

The house Pinot Noir at Liberty Tavern, the GC Willamette Valley...a real winner!

The house Pinot Noir at Liberty Tavern, the GC Willamette Valley…a real winner!

Tonight, however, the entree was the star of the show.  The Veal Striploin was perfectly seared and set on a bed of fresh local asparagus, and paired with a Potato/Chevre soufflé.  The soufflé alone made me want to find a room where I could be alone with it!  The sauce was a frothy “Picatta” sauce with the flavors of preserved lemon, capers, and olives (I’m guessing here).  It was a fantastic combination, satisfying yet light.  We enjoyed it with an Oregon Pinot Noir, the GC Willamet Valley.  The wine was perfect with this meal.  It was a medium-bodied, caramelized pinot with lots of fruit but a really mature flavor.

The evening was something of a special occasion as a long-time friend from my past was visiting.  I was so proud to be able to show off my bustling neighborhood and this fabulous restaurant.  We reminisced and enjoyed a few drinks and the atmosphere made the evening enjoyable from start to finish.

Well done Liberty Tavern!  You remain the best dining Clarendon has to offer.

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Tammany Hall in Arlington, VA

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I am a lifelong Democrat with many Republican friends whose right to disagree I have always respected (mostly).

Today Arlington County, VA held a Democratic Caucus for School Board.  Democrats in Arlington have had a stronghold on local politics at least for the 20+ years I have lived here; and Arlington has always gone Democratic in state and national elections.

Today when I went to vote in the primary I was asked to fill out and sign a pledge form.  I was told if I didn’t sign it, I could not vote.  In addition to complete contact information, cell phone, home phone, email address, the form had a passage that read,

“I certify that…I believe in the principles of the Democratic Party; and I do not intend to support, endorse or assist any candidate who is opposed to a Democratic nominee or endorsee in the ensuing election.”

What country is this again?  Is not the voting booth a sacred, private right, a place we refer to as civic duty, and where citizens have the freedom to choose their elected officials?  This Tammany Hall-style pledge form basically said that if I wanted a say in which Democrat ran for School Board I would have to vote for whomever the machine told me to in the general election!

Am I the only one who finds that profoundly offensive?

There are many opinions on the subject.  Arlington has done this for years, other organizations from both major parties do it in other  places, and yes, it would be impossible to enforce.  Nevertheless, I am so offended that the party to which I belong would demand that I forfeit the right to choose in the voting booth in exchange for a vote in the Caucus!!!

I wonder if the leadership of the Arlington  Democratic Party thinks they would lose the election were it not for that form.  Do they boast 100% loyalty among voters since nobody can vote without signing the form?  Do they think that if my caucus choice failed to win the primary I would simply defect to the republican candidate instead of voting for the other democrat?

Party officials cling to what in my opinion are lame excuses such as using the pledges to thwart mischievous Republicans from manipulating the nomination process.  They also point out that it is not legally enforceable.  When Virginia Republicans tried this for a Presidential Primary they at least had the good sense to listen to the people and back off after widespread objections.  I suppose when you’re the party holding all the cards you are not subject to the pesky burden of listening to the people!  Well here’s hoping social media can change that equation!

I urge Arlington Democrats to speak out.  Tweet it, blog it, write letters, but find a way to object to this

These unfortunate party machine tactics will likely cause me to drop out of the Democratic Party of Arlington.  It will not change my personal political beliefs  but I will now give serious consideration to registering as an Independent and disassociating myself with the party as a way of registering my disappointment with this practice.

I read that the form has actually been challenged in court and upheld.  Obviously I’m not the only one who was offended, and obviously that sort of bad press does not deter Arlington’s Boss Tweed from strong-arming its members.

I did not vote today; however, a democratic school board candidate will be nominated with the support of all democrats who voted in the Caucus since they pledged to forfeit their right to vote freely in the general election.

Shameful.

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Cedar Plank Salmon

Finally trying this cedar plank that I’ve had in the cabinet for a while any tips?

Hiking Roosevelt Island and the Key-Chain Trail

Looking up this stretch of the Potomac from Roosevelt Island you can see the National Cathedral and Georgetown University in the background with the Whitehurst Freeway stretching out below.

In late June I will be hiking my 2nd Annual Appalachian Trail Section Hike.  I have 6 weeks to get in shape and break in a new pair of boots.  Saturday was a gorgeous spring day so I hiked a local trail in right near my house.  I was once again reminded how easy it is to access nature right in the heart of  the NOVA-DC urban environment.  The route is called the Key-Chain because it crosses the Potomac at Key Bridge and then again at Chain Bridge.  One can still hear air traffic approaching National Airport, and car traffic on the George Washington Parkway, but even those fade as signs of nature take over.

The route as shown on the website WalkJogRun.com comes in at 10 miles (and 1450 calories!)

The route as shown on the website WalkJogRun.com comes in at 10 miles (and 1450 calories!)

I began my hike at Roosevelt Island.  This impressive park, dedicated to Teddy Roosevelt, is in the Potomac River and partly under the Roosevelt Bridge.

I spend plenty of time navigating traffic on top of the bridge and it never occurred to me there could be a guy peacefully fishing beneath it!

There is a plaza and monument in the center of the island but there is also a nearly 2 mile trail around the perimeter that is a tribute to TR’s love of nature and the outdoors.  The trail proceeds on a wooden walkway through marshy swamps and undeveloped woods.  At times you get a glimpse of the river and across.  Georgetown University, the Watergate Hotel, the Kennedy Center are all right across the river but this quiet little enclave is a world away.

Raised Walkway through marsh at Roosevelt Island

Raised Walkway through marsh at Roosevelt Island

The vast watery marsh at Roosevelt Island

From Roosevelt Island my next steps were onto the Potomac Heritage Trail which runs up the Potomac River on the Virginia Side.  It gets hilly, often reaching points 50 feet above the river and then back to the water’s edge.  It’s a great trail to break in new boots because there is some minor rock scrambling, and often requires careful footing.  Most importantly, it offers quick easy access to relatively untouched nature right in the heart of DC.

This gorgeous green hillside sits right between the GW Parkway and the Potomac River!

A rocky waterfall that looks like it could be in a rain forest!

There was a lot of activity on the water. Across the river is Fletcher’s Boat House.

England? New Hampshire? Nope…Arlington, VA!

If you look at this picture closely you can see that the camera was trying to filter out the sunlight but this little water chute in the rocks was dappled by rays of sunlight as if an angel might come down any minute with a message! This did not happen but if it ever did I think it would look like this!

Honeysuckle perfumed the trail from start to finish!

Though the trail was not crowded, I did see a lot of people fishing along the banks of the river, as well as kayaks, paddle surfers, and crew teams.

The sky looked like a child’s drawing with a sky blue crayon and wispy white clouds. Across the river Georgetown University sat sprawled on the hilltop.

At the 5 mile mark I reached Chain Bridge and crossed into the northern tip of DC.  To return, I followed the historic C&O Canal all the way back to Key Bridge, back across that and back to Roosevelt Island.  The C&O is not quite as interesting visually but it is flat.  The hike took 4 hours.and though my new boots left my feet blister-free, it was a little ambitious and my whole body appreciated the easier walking.

The walk back is along the towpath of the historic C&O Canal.

In the coming weeks I will have to move to more mountainous training hikes, and begin carrying weight on my back; but, this was a great way to kick off the training and enjoy some great DC weather.

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Shad Roe – Disappointment in the Kitchen!

Shad Roe - A delicacy of spring.

Shad Roe – A delicacy of spring.

For years I have seen this seasonal specialty at the fish counter in my grocery store.  I have heard about it in restaurants and food magazines, and I am generally pretty adventurous.  I love soft shell crabs, I eat and love scrapple, In fact I think the only line I have ever drawn is at Rocky Mountain Oysters out of general support for my gender.

If you're thinking it looks like a body part of roughly half the population, I agree.

If you’re thinking it looks like a body part of roughly half the population, I agree.

So when I saw the food that Barron’s Food Lover’s Companion describes as “…a much sought-after springtime delicacy…roe encased in two delicately transparent oval-shaped membranes…[with] a rich, slightly sweet nutty flavor” I decided it was finally time to try it.

Nearly every recipe begins with bacon and I was ready with some authentic smokey Virginia bacon.

Nearly every recipe begins with bacon and I was ready with some authentic smokey Virginia bacon.

I decided to top it with some caramelized onions.

I decided to top it with some caramelized onions.

Sometimes going into a situation with no expectations is a good thing but in this case I think if someone had told me, “This is going to taste like some sort of rich fatty fish liver” I at least could have said, “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff!  You really nailed it!”

The thing is not that it tasted so bad–I did in fact finish mine–but that it was such a colossal disappointment!  I went back to the literature (by which I mean Google) thinking I had missed some crucial step that said, “If you don’t do this step the dish will taste like gross fish liver.”  There was no missing step.  I made the exact same recipe as countless YouTube videos, online recipes, and some of my cookbooks.

It’s actually very simple to make this dreadful dish.  Dredge the Shad Roe in seasoned flour, fry it in butter and rendered bacon fat, season a bit further and serve on some sort of fried potatoes.

Fondant Potatoes

Fondant Potatoes

I chose fondant potatoes and good thing because they were the unlikely star of the show!  The fondant potatoes are quite simple and delicious.  Peel and halve a potato lengthwise and brown the large flat surface.  Then flip it and pour in chicken broth about a third up and put the whole thing in the oven until the potato is tender.

I added some leftover asparagus (which accounts for the shriveled look in the picture and contributed to the overall failure of that night’s dinner!)

Shad Roe: Even the appearance of the finished dish was a dismal disappointment. Were it not for the sprinkle of fresh dill it would have looked like the desperation of winter rather than a delicacy of spring!

Shad Roe: Even the appearance of the finished dish was a dismal disappointment. Were it not for the sprinkle of fresh dill it would have looked like the desperation of winter rather than a delicacy of spring!

Perhaps some day I will acquire a taste for this “springtime delicacy” but I would not put the flavor up there with truffles, foie gras, and marrow.  This will probably set me apart from true gourmands, but that will have to be the price I pay, this was not a dish I would repeat.

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House of Walker Scotch Tasting and a Lesson in Brand Marketing

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The invitation came from UrbanDaddy.  The event was being held at Living Social and was a scotch tasting from the “House of Walker” as in Johnny Walker.

Scotch tasting or not, it was really a marketing event.  My day job is largely marketing so I found the whole thing interesting on that level.  Here was social media used for advertising, and sponsorship.

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It was also a superb occasion to meet two buddies downtown for a night out.  We met at the Living Social DC headquarters, a beautiful old 4 story building in downtown DC near Chinatown and the Verizon Center.  From the moment we entered the PR began.  The event, although completely free, was glitzy and upscale.  It was staffed by scores of petite young women in black cocktail dresses and high heels and I’m not going pretend I didn’t  enjoy that.  It was way better than some gruff old Scot with a beard and a thick accent.

012We were inspected for Homeland Security which is just part of living in the DC area, and then registered on iPads as we walked past a very slick slideshow on a video wall.  The crowd was surprisingly diverse!  Age, race, gender, ethnicity, and even demographics were all widely represented.  Thus, Asian hipsters, obvious Nats fans, and cool, if suburban middle-agers (us) were all there.

We were each given what looked like a plastic hotel key and told this was our “drink ticket” and to hold on to it.  The first stop was at a small posh theater where we watched a short film (featuring the bearded Scot with thick accent) on the history of the Walker label.  That was followed with a briefing from our “Whisky Ambassador” on what would take place over the next hour or so.

We then moved into another room all set up for some tasting.  We started with the real anchor of the Walker label, Johnny Walker Black.  The setup looked serious.  We each had two small samples in front of us and a pitcher of water, bucket of ice, and eye-droppers.  (all I could think is this is going to really burn my eyes!)  The Ambassador walked us through the three ways to taste the scotch, first a sip straight up, then with a little water in it, and finally with an ice cube in it.  Each had slightly different characteristics and brought out different notes in the scotch.

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More importantly, that first sip was so anticipated!  We made this reservation a week earlier, and then been at work all day building the anticipation of that first sip.  Then we watched the film and stood in front of the shots while he explained them.  By the time we finally got to taste it I had a Pavlovian reaction and the quality of the scotch was probably the last thing on my mind!  The eye dropper, by the way, was to put drops of water in the sample.  Thank God, that would have ruined my contacts!

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After the tasting we were ushered into yet another room to taste the Black and another relatively new label, the Double Black.  At this point the sample was close to a full drink and of course, it was 7pm and none of us had eaten yet.  As the whisky began to make its way to my brain, everywhere I looked was a cute young lady to answer questions, show us to the next stop, or explain something about the scotch.  We moved from the Black to the Double Black, and then on to yet another room to try the legendary Johnny Walker Blue.  This is a 25 year old blended scotch and was served in a snifter, neat.  While it was delicious and memorable, we all happily agreed that we liked the Black just as well.  Good thing since the Black is about one fifth the price.

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The final stop was the basement speakeasy of the building where we enjoyed scotch based cocktails with Johnny Walker Red.  By now everyone in the bar was exuberant and the atmosphere was less educational and more bar-like.  Nobody was drunk, but were were in high spirits.

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The thing I found really interesting was that Washington, DC is an affluent city where many bars boast scores of single malt scotches.  Because their whisky is a blend, many scotch snobs would look down on it; and yet here they were hosting an event to build fans.  Again, it was more about the marketing than about whisky but even though boldly transparent, I still enjoyed the hell out of it and would now consider ordering the Black or Double Black in a bar.  The difference is, now, in addition to the whisky, the glass would also contain this fond memory and pleasant association with the brand.  To me this was a great example of using social media to bolster brand among likely future customers!

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It was also a great night out with friends that progressed to a very hot new establishment, the Daikaya Noodle House in DC.  Look for that post soon!

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An Old Tale Worth Retelling

Reblogged from Everywhere Once:

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Standing on a pier in a remote coastal village, a vacationing American businessman watched as a tiny boat ladened with tuna docked nearby. Clearly impressed with the quality of the local fisherman’s catch, the American asked how long it took him to reel in his haul.

"Only a short while,” responded the fisherman.

"Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?"

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A great story from a favorite blog of mine!

Lamb Chops

Lamb Chops

Pan roasted lamb chops with white beans and a fennel salad.

The week began with a national tragedy at the Boston Marathon.  It struck a personal note because my sister Jane finished the race about 10 minutes before the explosions and was nearby when it happened, as were several members of my family cheering for her.  In the horrible aftermath of those explosions we were not able to really recognize that she ran 26 miles at an 8:40 pace.  Nice job Jane!

Now it was Friday night and it seemed like the world was going to hell in a hand-basket  There were shootouts in the suburbs of Boston, and even worse than the shootouts, nonstop coverage on all the TV networks as they stretched 15 minutes of information to fill hours on top of hours!  A small town in Texas had been leveled by an explosion in a fertilizer plant and here in northern Virginia we were on a tornado watch!

Fortunately, the tornado never did materialize but it was clear that the best plan was to stay home for the evening.  Also fortunately, I remembered that we had a rack of lamb in the freezer and a special bottle of Virginia Syrah!

The wine was Prince Michel’s Quaker Run Farm 2008 Syrah.  It was aggressively fruit-forward, jammy even and probably not subtle enough for the meal it was paired with but not tragically out of synch either.  It was a purchase back in the fall when I stopped at the winery on my way to bike Skyline Drive in the Shenandoah Mountains.  This time I could sleep in the next day and not worry about riding my bike up an 8 mile mountain!

The first and obvious step was to open the wine.

The first and obvious step was to open the wine.

With a full ruby-red glass of wine poured, I seasoned the lamb, still in whole rack form and seared it in a very hot pan on the stove.  Once it had a good deep brown sear on both sides I put the pan in the oven at 400°.

While that came up to temperature I chopped some small cucumbers to a fine dice and then did the same with a fresh bulb of fennel.  Those got tossed with a squeeze of fresh lemon juice and some of the seasoned olive oil that previously held little fresh mozzarella balls (now long gone).  The salad was fresh and bright with a cold crunch and springtime flavors.

I then took a can of white beans and heated them, seasoned them, and added a tablespoon of crème fraîche and a sprinkle of shredded parmesan cheese.

At 130°, the lamb was just shy of medium rare.  I pulled it out, spread whole grain Dijon mustard on it, and sprinkled panko bread crumbs.  It went back into the oven with the convection fan on for about 4-5 more minutes till the breadcrumbs were browned.  The rack came out and rested for a few minutes and I cut two bones per chop.

The result was a comforting meal with a very seasonal spirit.  The Boston Marathon suspect was taken into custody, we could finally turn off Anderson Cooper, and local weather turned out to be just rain.

Not a bad start to the weekend!

Lamb Chops

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What I’m Reading…

Barbara Kingsolver wrote this epic novel in 2009 and there are hundreds of well-written reviews online but the book moved me to at least recommend it and share what I found so profoundly enjoyable.

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The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver

I “read” about 30 books a year.  The quote marks are because two thirds of them are audio books on my daily commute.  Many are read by the author but rarely does the author put in a performance like this one!  I think she has a future as an actor!  She does accents, and different voices, and of course has the benefit of knowing what her characters are thinking!

What most amazes me about Kingsolver is that she creates an alternate world.  On the surface it would appear to exist in this same world but the characters she creates and the way she weaves their lives together makes me marvel and wonder “How could someone create this?”

I still consider her book The Poisonwood Bible to be one of the most powerful and engrossing novels I have ever read.  Her characters have quirky traits that make them real and surreal at the same time.  This makes her books draw you into some parallel universe.  They make me feel like I’m looking into some sort of magic glass or crystal ball.

The Lacuna is historical fiction and begins in 1930′s Mexico, an exotic world that drew me in from the start.  The primary character, an author, returns to the US to write exotic fiction set in Mexico.  You see what she did there?

As a teenager in Mexico, the main character, Harrison Shepherd meets and lives with famous painter and political activist Diego Rivera.  He goes on to develop a deep and long-lasting friendship with Rivera’s even more interesting wife, Frida Kahlo.  This is during the time when they hosted exiled Soviet Lev Trotsky!  While it’s not a new trick to place a fictional character in the middle of actual history, Kingsolver does it particularly well!  It’s not hard to tell that Kingsolver is enamored with the story of Kahlo.  Of all the actual historical figures in the book her story comes alive as if she’s standing in front of you.

As if that period is not enough of a history lesson Shepherd returns to the US after the murder of Trotsky (this should not be a spoiler…it actually happened).  The reclusive writer takes up residence in Ashville, NC thriving in the United States of World War 2 until he runs afoul of McCarthy era politics and a paranoid government that uses the label of “communist” or “un-American” as a way of oppressing its people.

The book does a stunning job of posing some obvious, yet penetrating questions.  How could something like this happen–and not that long ago either?  How were the restrictions on freedom by the Committee on Un-American Acts different from those of the despised communist regimes?  How is it our country seems to constantly be cozying up to a foreign leader who a decade later becomes the enemy?

I loved this book and did not want it to end.  The voice of the book takes the form of journal entries, and news articles.  It’s an interesting device making it  less of a narrative/dialogue form and more of a stream of consciousness   The voice of Shepherd is so eloquent and clever; while the voice of his longtime typist is simple, unadorned, folksy like she is, but also keen and worldly.  I find it so skillful that the author can write for two characters in the same language but so very differently.

Another thing I loved about the book is that the main character sits on what, in the 1940′s and 50′s would have been a huge personal secret.  As a reader you just keep waiting for this to be his undoing.  In my mind it goes from being a red herring to being a nuanced way of illustrating just how ridiculous the entire Committee on Un-American Activities was.

The theme of the book is repeated several times, “It’s what you don’t know about a person that matters.”  This ties back to the title, The Lacuna.  I may have liked the book so much because for once I got what the title meant!  The book describes a lacuna as a literary gap in a story, missing information.  In Mexico, however, the word describes an underwater cave, a secret passage.  Although I am not the best on interpreting symbolism and allegory, the point seems to be that missing information, what you don’t know about a person, can become a form of secret passage.

Thank you Barbara Kingsolver for educating me, for making me think, and for giving me the exotic escape to a different world!

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Kayaks Surfing the Potomac River at Great Falls

Video Tip:  The video is 2 min 23 seconds and is best watched on full screen, and select HD.

YesterdayI went for a hike in Great Falls, VA. The trail I hiked went along the Potomac River along the Virginia side of the Mather Gorge (The other side is Maryland.)

As I walked upstream, the Potomac went from wide and placid to narrow and swirling, then rough, until just below Great Falls it was roiling and boiling like a cauldron!

I was about 60 feet above the water at the top of the Mather Gorge and I watched these kayaks do something I’ve never seen before.

Each would take a turn pulling out into the current and heading upstream. They positioned themselves carefully in specific spot where a large churning wave created a down-slope  From there, they could surf, just like a California surfboard on the crest of a wave.

It didn’t look easy and required a lot of adjusting and correction but this video shows a guy who hung in there for a couple minutes–a feat that looked physically grueling.

Just getting in that water impressed me, but what this video shows is, in my opinion, an extreme sport!

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