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Tofu secuwa & other delectables

I just want to use this opportunity to celebrate my favorite Madison meal, Chautara’s tofu secuwa. On a recent lovely spring workday, we walked down State, sat outside and took part in total yumsville. Unfortunately, I took some of the pics after partaking in the culinary delights so they don’t really do justice to the beauty on the plate.

A Diet Coke, a treasure from the Himalayas.

A Diet Coke, a treasure from the Himalayas.

Paukada (veggies in a fried chick pea batter with a most delicious salsa)

Pakora (veggies in a fried chick pea batter with a most delicious salsa)

Salad (the dal is awesome, though)

Salad (the dal is awesome, though)

The piece de resistance, the tofu secuwa, which is grilled tofu and green peppers and onions on skewers, served with an amazingly tasty tamarind sauce, spinach ride and a green bean mixture (it looks way prettier when I haven't eaten half of it before photographing it)

The piece de resistance, the tofu secuwa, which is grilled tofu and green peppers and onions on skewers, served with an amazingly tasty tamarind sauce, spinach rice and a green bean mixture (it looks way prettier when I haven't eaten half of it before photographing it)

Dominoes

Here we go! 

Now don’t get me wrong here, peeps, because I’m all for courts that weigh in and tell governments that they need to start recognizing rights and not stomping all over them, but I think it lends so much more legitimacy to gay marriage when it comes from the legislature and the governor.  It’s like saying, “Hey, we’re all on board with this, let’s go!”  Instead of, “You must do this because it’s the right thing to do.” 

Wednesday in May

Not exactly a shocking expose, but an interesting article nevertheless.  And one written by Gretchen’s old classmate, Dahlia Lithwick, along with Hanna Rosin, whose book, ‘God’s Harvard,’ I just finished this week. [Note: ‘God’s Harvard’ is a truly interesting piece of journalism about Patrick Henry College in Purceville, VA.  I thought the book could have used an editor with a closer eye, but if you want to read about the young, smart, dedicated religious right and their struggles and devotion (and sometimes their struggles with devotion), this is the book for you.]  Back to the Court.  It seems a foregone conclusion that Obama’s going to appoint a woman, eh?

Alright, Real Housewives NYC. I gotta say, last night was a bit of a disappointment. As much as I was dreading seeing Jill & Bethenny fight, and as sweet as I thought it was that Bethenny instantly rose to the occasion to be the better person, it was short-lived drama and unsatisfying. I hope Jill sincerely apologizes in the next episode, because she was so far out of line.

Also, I keep forgetting to mention this: my aunt, Terry, was recently given one of the best gifts a person could ask for. She was seated next to Robert Redford on a plane from Madison to Chicago (Redford had been in town to speak at an event celebrating the esteemed Progressive’s 100th birthday). Um, awesome? He even gave her his Madison Magazine (for whatever that’s worth), but apparently he hogged the armrest. And a cart came to pick him up at O’Hare, which I think is odd.

I’m shocked

I know I should have seen this coming, but I just didn’t.  I need to marinate on this for a bit before writing about it.

Hello!

Whoah.

In other news, last night I read the most recent “Proust Questionnaire,” which is always the last page of my fave periodical, Vanity Fair. This month the interviewee was Jane Fonda. I really have no special affection for Fonda, though I must have seen On Golden Pond and 9 to 5 1,000 times a piece growing up.  I mean, I think she’s a pretty neat lady and all, but she’s never really been one of my faves.  I was really moved and heartened by her answers to the questionnaire, though.  As you know (or are about to), the questions asked range from “How would you like to die?” (to which many smart-alecky respondents say, “I wouldn’t”) to “What’s your greatest extravagance?” to “On what occasion do you lie?”  While her answers weren’t shocking or anything, I found them quietly moving and highly relatable.  For example, in response to some question regarding what she dislikes most about herself, she replied, “Seeing myself naked in an overhead light.”  I HATE overhead lighting.  This started because my mother taught me overhead lights are the devil at play, but now it’s just something that I truly can’t stand.  Overhead lighting should be used in common spaces only in one of three circumstances: (a) skylights are great; (b) in chandelier form with dim or dimmable lighting and then only in grandiose entryways or over a dining table; and (c) if you lost something that you simply cannot see without flipping the dreaded overhead light switch.  And simply no one should be allowed to be naked under an overhead light.  I could not agree with Fonda more on this point.  Ok, I realize that probably sounds trivial, so I’ll move on.  When asked what she’d like most to change about herself, she said it would be her inability to sustain a long-term intimate relationship.  That just about broke my heart.  Weren’t there some recent rumors that she and Ted would reunite?  Anyway, another sweet response was that she loves to plant trees around her house — and mature ones, because she feels she’s too old for saplings — and that she was at her most happy when she had scaled a 14,000 foot mountain.  So, there you have it, folks.  I just like that Jane Fonda.