Thousands are sailing

Hm, we seem to be on something of an Irish-music kick here.

They’re sailing in the other direction these days, at least some of them. Zio Lorenzo and The Professor are settled in Italy and not missing Sioux City one iota, unless I miss my guess.

And now our friends Mike and Liz are bidding adieu and relocating to Lyon, France.

We had them over for green-chile stew last night and caught up. They’ve bought an apartment there, the house here is for sale, and come springtime they will be well positioned to observe Le Tour in its native habitat. Stage 8 will be right in their backyard, or arrière-cour, as we say in le français.

Novelist and poet Jim Harrison thought highly enough of Lyon to write, “If I were given the dreary six months to live, I’d head at once to Lyon and make my way from bistro to bistro in a big stroller pushed by a vegetarian.”

The place suffers from a dearth of New Mexican-style green-chile stew, however, and thus we were compelled to revive them after the house-hunting excursion. We couldn’t find a vegetarian with a two-seater stroller to push them home, though.

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12 Responses to “Thousands are sailing”

  1. Pat O'Brien Says:

    Are Mike and Liz your next door neighbors that you occasionally baby sit for?. Lyon, wow. As for Irish style music, we are going to see Nancy McCallion and Danny Krieger tomorrow at the Arizona Folklore Preserve. She was one of the founding members of the Mollys.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      No, M&L live a bit north of us, practically on top of a trail I favor. The folks next door are staying put for now, with rug monkeys aged 4 and 2. If they feel the urge to hear French, they can always go visit mom’s family in Canada.

      These musicians have come to town before, no? I seem to recall her, at least. I was just banging away on the Roadhouse, mangling a little Tom Waits, and then switched to the Seagull. U2 must be shittin’ themselves.

      • Pat O'Brien Says:

        You’re right! I think I mentioned them in a post comment a while back. We are going to see them a second time. The AFP got only 4 reservations for today and had to cancel the performance. So, Sandy and I are going tomorrow and trying to round up friends and neighbors to fill some seats. I can’t understand why people don’t value live music in a small venue for $15 a head. Shit, take a chance even if the genre isn’t exactly your favorite. I love watching real guitar players.

    • Hurben Says:

      I went to see this band in the 70’s in South Africa. I loved them & a few nights later I convinced a mate to go & see them at the Market cafe in Johannesburg.

      It was a bit of a loose place where you took your own drinks, it turned out that the two of us were the entire audience, the band, (which outnumbered us by 3), insisted on performing (& helping themselves to our 5 litre cask of red wine).

      Was one of the greatest evenings of my life, A few weeks later we went to see them again & they announced that ‘our entire Tuesday night audience is here tonight’.

      They were wonderful

      • Pat O'Brien Says:

        Good day Hurben! I would go see them play for sure. Very nice. The Nancy McCallion and Danny Krieger concert yesterday only had 18 people in the audience. Danny was as the top of his game, and Nancy played 3 different penny whistles in different songs. Most of what they played were songs that Nancy wrote. It was great.

  2. Sharon Says:

    After my bike trip to Girona, Spain and areas north and to the Sea this summer, I could absolutely see myself living there.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      My man Andrew Hood sure seems to like living in Spain. Zio Lorenzo and The Professor, well, we already know how they feel about Italy. And Mike and Liz were practically foaming at the mouth about the joys of Lyon.

      Of course, that could’ve been due to the green-chile stew. It was a hot batch.

      • larryatcycleitalia Says:

        Back-in-the-day I’d miss stacks of hotcakes dosed up with melted butter and real maple syrup, but these days I don’t think about ’em much. Our Piedmont Cycling Resort has some outdoor charcoal grills for clients to use so any yen for burgers or other grilled critters can be handled there. I’ve yet to miss any sort of Tex-Mex stuff though La Professoressa admits to that now and then but I draw the line at buying any ghastly “taco kits” or crap like that found in the supermarket’s “foreign foods” section. They keep the “Chinese” stuff there too…something else I don’t much miss.
        Contrary to the typical ‘Murican stereotypes, Italian cooking features a wide variety of dishes beyond pasta with red sauce and pizza. As one of my friends says when his wife (of Italian descent) asks, “We just had Italian yesterday, don’t you get tired of it?” to which he responds, “Well, no. After all, Italians eat it every day!”

      • Patrick O'Grady Says:

        I’ll bet a fella could cobble together something very much like green-chile stew at your place. All you need is meat (I’ve been using chicken thighs lately), potatoes, chicken stock, garlic, onion, cilantro, oil, salt, a bit of diced red bell pepper, and chile (one-third hot, two-thirds mild, or to your particular preference).

        I imagine New Mexican chile would be tough to come by. What would you substitute, Don Lorenzo? Some combo of Italian Cubanelles, Spanish Padrons and Rezha Macedonians might fly. Here’s a chile list from Hell for you, along with my favorite recipe.

        • larryatcycleitalia Says:

          In Italy the yen for HOT and spicy is sated by hot red peppers, a big feature of the cooking in Calabria where they call red pepper the poor man’s Viagra! Bezos can help with this as you might guess This s–t is HOT!
          And most pizzerie here have a bottle on the table of what I jokingly call “bug oil” which is olive oil with hot red peppers (that look to me like dead bugs) at the bottom of the bottle.
          Most all of the red sauces we cook up here get at least a tiny dose of red pepper flakes just to give ’em a bite, even if they’re not fully arrabbiato – just slightly pissed off!
          Having lived off and on in Italy for what I’d guess is 30-40% of the last 20 years (and now for good) I’ve been surprised by how much I don’t miss anything relating to food in the USA.
          For Sunday breakfasts we sometimes enjoy what I call “Siclian Toast” – a take on French that adds some orange zest
          (the best oranges you’ll ever eat or make juice from cost around 30 cents a pound here from street vendors!) to the egg/milk batter for the slices of bread. We eat it with plenty of melted burro and powdered zucchero since real maple syrup is a crazy-expensive foreign import here.

  3. Dale Says:

    Wooden Ships anyone?

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