Scary yet tasty fish
DC posted some pictures of the red snapper I prepared and he grilled last night. I especially like the middle one. Consider yourself warned: it is a cool but scary picture that features pointy teeth.
I am tired of working. It’s been a busy week, albeit short. I’ve got a lot to do over the weekend, too (including the first Sweet Charity rehearsal, at which the “Who in the Hell is Carmen [SanDiego]” mystery will be solved).
I’m hungry. Hungry for corn. Luckily, I have some at home. Last night I decided I would be sporty and jog from home to the Farmers’ Market, then walk back home with my purchases. They were selling a half dozen ears of corn for $2. It is harder than you might expect to carry six ears of corn home, especially when you are trying to be sporty about it and walk fast.
Excitingly, I saw everybody’s favorite Iowa City jogger, the very fit middle-aged guy with the blond mustache who wears the tiny little shorts. We had never crossed paths before; I’d just seen him from a distance. Up close, he was about what you’d expect: sweaty and a little weird.
What’s that guy’s name…I think Leah knows it. I’m pretty sure it’s Dallas. No, really. Anyway, I think his son runs track at City High; I’ve seen them running together, and I can report that the son appears to be following in his father’s footsteps (little skinny blonde kid running in nothing but shoes and little black shorts).
I thought about you and your culinary endeavors as I read in the Des Moines Register today about the many things that will be lost in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, including the world-famous gastronimical delights of New Orleans.
Actually, there are TWO weird, blonde, mustachioed runners in town, and they’re brothers. One is long and lean (that’s Dallas, I think), and one is more compact (with shortie shorts), and I’ve seen them both running all around Iowa City for years. One used to pass me at the track in the winter, blowing and puffing like a steam engine.
I can’t believe this has been two men all along! I live out on the bike trail of Kicker’s soccer field and will see Dallas (I know him by this name as well) on my way to work. Then I will see him again on my way home from work or if I had gone out to do errands. Sometimes I’ll pass him twice. This is a serious revelation for me that he is two people! We should really try to track his running routes. I wonder if people follow him like they did to Forest Gump? I have also seen his sons and did not get the “filling his shoes” vibe. More like my Dad is a militant runner and I hate running with him vibe. Maybe he’ll read this and clear this all up for us!