Roughly chop the cucumbers, bell peppers, tomatoes, and red onions into 1-inch cubes. Put each vegetable separately into a food processor fitted with a steel blade and pulse until it is coarsely chopped. Do not overprocess!
After each vegetable is processed, combine them in a large bowl and add the garlic, tomato juice, vinegar, olive oil, salt, and pepper. Mix well and chill before serving. The longer gazpacho sits, the more the flavors develop. Serves 4. (Source: Garten, Ina. The Barefoot Contessa Cookbook, 1999)
Combine the second group of ingredients in a blender until smooth. Place cleaned Bibb lettuce leaves down on a plate (or in a martini glass, if you're feeling festive), top with crab meat, and drizzle dressing over the top. Serves 4.
1 Charentais melon
1 package of prosciutto ham
Quarter melon and then slice flesh away from the rind so that you end up with crescents. Bisect each crescent to get more manageable pieces. Remove thin slices of prosciutto from the package and wrap completely around melon. Pop in mouth and enjoy!
Combine dressing ingredients in a medium bowl; mix well. Pour dressing over noodle mixture. Add pickled ginger, cilantro, and green onions. Toss to evenly coat and let chill in fridge. Garnish with sesame seeds and serve. Serves 4. (Source: Yan, Martin. Martin Yan's Quick & Easy, 2005)
Stay cool!
...and into the freezer.
Time to do the ice cream dance while we wait for it to freeze!
May 28th
Noon – 2 p.m. Ferry Building Market
4 p.m. – 6 p.m. Happy hour at Zeitgeist in the Mission
6:30 p.m. – 7:30 p.m. Costume change at home
7:30 p.m. – 9:30 p.m. Dinner at Little Star Pizza
10 p.m. (doors at 8:30 p.m.) – Tiga at The Independent, $18 adv, 21+
It was between this show and the Black Moth Super Rainbow/School of Seven Bells show at Bottom of the Hill. Tough decision, but I reasoned The Independent is easier to get to (especially for the USF crowd) and I hoped this would mean more people would come. If you’d still like to argue for the other show, feel free…
Cocktails and gentle conversation at the Shea-Cortes-Tony Penthouse following the show.
May 29th (my actual birthday)
9:30 a.m. – 11 a.m. Breakfast at Zazie in Cole Valley
Let me know ahead of time if you’d like to come to this. If I can get six people on board I can actually make a reservation and then we won’t have to wait so long.
11:30 a.m. – 1 p.m. Stroll through Golden Gate Park (which may or may not end up at the Bison Paddock).
1 p.m. – 2 p.m. Lunch at Old Shanghai Restaurant in the Outer Richmond
Xiao Long Bao! Delicious.
2 – 4 p.m. Downtime in the apartment. Come help me with last minute packing.
4 p.m. – 6 p.m. Hanging out at Velo Rouge Cafe for happy hour
6 p.m. – 9 p.m. Dinner at home. Come prepared to help.
9:30 p.m. Ã DJ Pilooski – 103 Harriet St. See here for more details.
Late night wine and finger painting at my place afterwards? Maybe.
Having scrunched my underwear up next to my car keys in an elementary-school style cubby, I exited the changing room at Harbin Hot Springs, a clothing-optional resort in Lake County, CA. My body was tightly wrapped with a stone blue organic hemp towel I had purchased only moments beforehand at the resort’s patchouli-scented gift shop after realizing mine was still back at the Bed & Breakfast in Calistoga where I was staying. “Oh, I love that book!” a fully clothed woman holding a small child said to me upon my immediate exit from the building. Other than my new earth-friendly towel, the only thing I had on me was a copy of Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. Pretty soon, I would ditch the towel and join the many other towel-free individuals visiting the resort that afternoon. Can you blame me for wanting a prop? “Yeah, I can’t put it down,” I replied, carefully ignoring the naked bodies moving singly or in small herds on either side of us.
That exchange felt normal enough. Once the clothes come off, however, conversation takes on a new kind of delicacy. For me anyways, au natural isn’t entirely natural. I have lots of questions. For instance, when talking to a naked stranger, how close should you be? Where do you look? Do you acknowledge your mutual nakedness, if applicable? Do these guidelines change when just one person is naked? It’s hard to know how to interact in the buff.
Earlier in the week, I dropped in for a glass or two with a friend at a Castro wine bar called Blush!. As Anna and I were settling our bill, a lanky Adonis of a man wearing nothing but a scruffy beanie and red, Hot Cookie underpants pulled up for a beer a few seats down from us. He proceeded to tuck into his beverage like any other businessman who had come in that evening for a glass of Pinot or Syrah. And why shouldn’t he? Nudists probably appreciate happy hour just as much as the next guy.
Outside the bar, Anna and I shared an après-drink cigarette (a rarity for me, not so much for Anna), directly across the sidewalk from Mr. Hot Cookie himself, who had retained his hat but somehow lost his underwear. Staring at our friend (and his friend), Anna began giggling nervously and I knew immediately that she was mustering up the courage to do something silly. “I want to tell him he has a nice body!” she shouted into my ear. I think he was already on to us by this point. “Well, you might as well do it, then” I advised patiently. I held onto the last of our cigarette while Anna approached this man nearly twice her height with a Prince Albert piercing like a five-year-old attempting to ask a Disney character for an autograph. I’m not sure what I was expecting out of the situation, but the man appeared pleased with Anna, and soon I was being motioned over to place my hand on a sensuous stomach and smile for a photograph – his, not ours. Whatever his ultimate intention, this man had stumbled upon a great conversation starter.
At Harbin, on the other hand, conversation seems to be generally discouraged. Signs posted around each of the pools warn guests to “Refrain from loud conversation or sexual activity.” A reasonable request, I suppose.
Aside from its obvious associations, Harbin is also famous for its natural spring pools. One is super cold, one is super hot (up to 115 degrees – yowsah!), and one is just right. This pool – the “warm pool” – is approximately the temperature of amniotic fluid. It’s Harbin’s most popular and, despite being the largest, also the pool with the highest per capita of naked bodies. When I first entered this particular pool, there were only a handful of people: two couples spinning in slow, aimless circles in each other’s arms (unsexually, of course) and a few meditating wallflowers. The edge of the pool was lined with half-empty water bottles and well-thumbed books (I got one thing right, at least). I placed my own book down, gingerly lowered my towel and, thankfully, found a spot against the side of the pool within a matter of seconds.
Have you ever sat in a small waiting room with a handful of other people and no magazines to read or Top 40 radio to blot out the silence? Sitting in Harbin’s warm pool is a little like that, but with water and lots of skin. A couple on the wall to my left sounded like they might have been breaking the "No Horseplay" rule, but a quick sidelong glance revealed them to be in some deep meditative ecstasy and enjoying whatever subdued, throaty utterances came along with it. In my own space, I alternated between playing with the tiny bubbles that formed on my arms, watching small bits of unmistakably organic human matter float past me, and pretending to meditate in order to keep myself from accidentally staring at someone’s genitals.
Entering the pool was surprisingly easy – few people are willing to stare at you while you face them directly. Exiting the pool is a different matter. Since I had initially doggy-paddled my way to the side of the pool, the space had filled up considerably and there would be no departure without an audience. Does this sound conceited? Well, for a pool full of naked people who can’t converse or canoodle (or play marco polo, for that matter), an ascending rump is as exciting as it gets. No doubt, I turned to peek with all the rest of them. I saw all shapes and sizes of light, dark, bruised, dimpled, pimpled, wrinkled, swollen and stunning bums. I was truly “swimming in the gene pool,” as my mother has often said in crowded metropolitan places (though not nearly as appropriately as she would have on this occasion). The range of bodies was indeed reassuring to my own feeling of vulnerability. Still, I decided to wait for more pool-goers to leave before I inevitably shared my own bare bottom with a pool full of curious onlookers.
More people entered the pool, my fingers pruned, and I finally decided it was time to get out. I rose up the pool steps amid thunderous applause and chaotic splashing – no, only kidding. I stepped up, felt a slight breeze, and within seconds the coarse fibers of my organic towel were pressed tightly to my skin again. It wasn’t a big deal at all.
With a few hours still left on my resort day pass, I decided to leave. If someone had told me earlier in the week that I would get bored at a clothing-optional resort, I would have laughed. Yet, au natural had suddenly become too natural and the thrill was gone. I had
As part of their 2nd Saturday series of monthly exhibitions, Root Division Gallery (3175 17th Street) will host Taste 2009, an exhibition exploring what we eat, the way we eat, & where our food comes from. Guest curator Sarah Klein has lined up an exciting selection of participating artists such as Natalia Becker, Mary Parisi, Scott Weaver, and others (including Yours Truly) to demonstrate their connection to food through art. 
Those who haven't completely abandoned carbs will be like a kid in a candy story at the Pasta Guys stand (1501 Pike Pl, Seattle, WA 98101; (206) 430-4114). Colorful, textured pasta sits in about 30-50 different piles like heaps of exotic kitchen jewels. I bought packs of lemon parsley mafaldine, cracked pepper fettucine, and dark chocolate linguine. Admittedly, I have yet to serve the last one, but I'm eager to figure out how. I'm thinking cook it, cool it, and make a "bird's nest" for ice cream and raspberries. Perhaps you have a better idea.
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