HURRICANE

Not focused on the weather right now, because here in the Bay Area it's always both reasonable and predictable. The wind picked up, fog started rolling in, and tourists realized that heck, it's cold here. This ain't Barcelona. A nice summer night in San Francisco means that you can hear the flesh frozen solid in your bare arms and legs starting to crack, and perhaps you shouldn't have left the hotel after breakfast wearing shorts and a tee-shirt.
There's a reason the most popular SF "souvenirs" are a Polartec® hoodie and a gallon tub of butter.


Chocolate. Chocolate is also good. You can eat some of the chocolate you bought for your cousins while waiting for the rescuers to find you.
It will give you energy.


This blogger felt that a brisk evening called for curry, which would require some nicely streaky goat or lamb, ghee, black cardamom pods, sarson ka beej, dry chilies, all the appropriate spices, a pre-boiled large potato, kari patta (karuveppilai), and a heavy enamel casserole or stew-pot.
Or fish. For something Bengali.

Mmm, yeah.

No goat. No mutton ka gosht. No lamb. No nearby butcher shop open late for emergency cuisine. What I had to work with was stalky mustard greens.
So I made something in between sarson da saag and sambal goreng sawi (which is sort of like sambal goreng kangkong), and I probably seriously overdid the chopped ginger and hot hot chilies. If I had thought to prepare for the weather, there would have been a goat in the ice chest.
Just in case.

I'm sure my friends in the Carolinas had a goat in their ice chests.
Some of them. Because they prepared.


Others, of course, simply boarded up the house, spray painted "save our souls" on the garage, bundled grandma and the cat into the stationwagon, and headed somewhere west of Omaha at high speed. There's a bottle of Bourbon, and Maximum Strength No Doz, in the glove compartment.
Fleetwood Mac on the car radio.


That goat is probably eating the plants in the living room.
As well as Grandma's heirloom rug.
Dang.




Long day at work. Lots of caffeine.
Still jangly. Sorry.




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