Archive for March 2011
Blues in the Schools (BITS) features little kiddies who’ve been taught all about blues music in a special program whose primary urgency is to reinterpret all those lyrics that might otherwise have been seen as lewd, crude and/or suggestive. Actually, the children seem pretty receptive to our music; what they learn is enough to stage a half hour performance every year at River Fest. This year, too, and we applauded and felt good, too. I do hope they don’t sanitize the lyrics overly much in the classroom and leave us with Pat Boone blues. (Learn)
There wasn’t a loser in the rest of Saturday’s program and I haven’t been able to say that in years, if ever, in the 14 or 15 years we’ve been trekking over the Marietta in the springtime. Veronika Jackson is a solo act who can make love to her guitar and sing sweet as a bird sitting among the dagwood blossoms in the spring…at the same time. A fitting appetizer for the Saturday afternoon lineup. (Buy)
And when you’ve said “Davina and the Vagabonds,” you’ve just about summed it up! Some would call them lightnin’ in a bottle. How that woman can dance around that electric piano without ever raising her butt off the piano stool is a mystery, even to me. Driven by a hard driving Dixieland beat, Davina, the lady of tattoos and every one of her band members are talented actors and musicians – entertainers even. (Must see) (Buy)
Then there was Little Joe McLerran who had given the maestro a great long list of his accomplishments in the public world of the blues. Won a big competition for solo and duet acts. Close your eyes as Little Joe tunes up with his dad (Ronnie Mack, the bass player) and you’re transported back to the hills of the Virginias and North Carolina and the rest of the Piedmont area. Unpolished but poised. People people on stage and off. Suggestions from the peanut gallery: Little Joe might work out the occasional kinks in his otherwise very good pickin’ style, and tone down his “aw-shucks” hicksteronstage personality (That’s a big OOPS if you-see-what-you-get!). (Buy)
Jumpin’ Johnny Sansone kicked off the evening session Saturday. Cajun! How can you not dance about and jump and shout like all the good folks of Marietta were doing in time with Jumpin’ Johnny’s beat. Understated. Splashed with warm spots of humor. . A wonderful let’s-pretend swagger. Play that accordion, Johnny. Tell us another one , Johnny. Don’t stop sanging, friend Johnny. Don’t stop! (See) (Buy)
‘Bout then I got tired from all that boogeying. Stayed for a couple of tunes from the big band sounds of Big Daddy (Charles) Stallings. New Jersey sounds. Smooth and silky. My only complaint is that it didn’t have the oomph a generous splash of soul would given it. Still, good listening, just that easy listening isn’t my idea of how to end the blues concert with an explosion of energy. Oh, well! (Semi-buy)
The crowd was Saturday lite, compared to other years we’ve attended. But no one, as far as I know, complained about my throne chair which sits in the middle of the first row for a perfect view, excepting when the dancers jump up and blind me to the stage with their belly buttons
Is it these funny glasses that distort the world for me and nobody else? Or is life as full of thrills and chills and spills as it continues to prove to me that it is? Or am I going to wake up any minute now from this (Is it “Alice in Wonderland” or “Great Expectations”) dream?
Naaawwww! I ‘spect it has something to do with my not-quite-departed mind gruadually losing its elasticity and leaving me with a concrete block for a drum!
Well, it’s Saturday morning and I just got waylaid by Don and CB looking for a jaunt downtown.
Molly Mallone’s Irish Pub. Montgomery Road. Pleasant Ridge (Cincinnati) O.
There was more food which, as you can see if you corral your wits, not shown (because Bob and I were so drunk from the beer – and the root beer that neither one of us could hold a camera steady. Forever lost to visual enjoyment were breaded mushrooms (Bob liked them), crab cakes (not worth the money – $10.) Probably, when it’s all listed and added and divided UP, a 7.3 which is high praise from our rahhther niggardly evaluators.
At last we found ourselves hugging and kissing and shaking hands and smiling and nodding politely and excusing ourselves (“excuse me all to hell”) til the last dog died, sitting around a table in the bar area of Molly Malone’s, listening to Willie’s tale of woe. She had arrived home the previous night ending a 16-hour-and-change drive from the Scrabble (copyright til you die) tables in Saratoga Springs NY. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she hopped in her trusted steed, the SUBARU and headed to points south to rendezvous with her friends in the Lunchbunch for a well-critiqued meal and some absolutely smashing Scrabble (copyright til you die) afterwords.
“What a day!” she said as she tearfully plopped her bottom on a barroom chair.
“What a week it has been.
“If you didn’t know me, you’d swear the tale I’m about to tell is filled with a basket of bald-faced lies. But it’s all the truth, I so swear. Since last I saw any of you I have driven from Inglewood, Ohio, to Toronto, Ontario, Canada, to Enosburg Falls, Vermont, U.S.A., to Saratoga Springs, New York, to Toronto, to Inglewood, and now to Cincinnati, Ohio, after a couple of cat naps which I grabbed en route. I tell you I must be feeling
As many of you know “Stella,” one of Scrabble’s best-known stars, and founder/moderator of the OSPD email Scrabble (copyright til you die) message board, has died! Yesterday afternoon (March 16). And even though we had been expecting it, it still left us with a sense of incredulity. I’ve found some photographs I shot of her and friends in the past few years. I pass them along to you.
Ah One! Ah Two! Ah OinkaDoodleMoo! Come Piggy Pigs! And Pigesses! Come on you cute little chubby babies! Momma’s got Barbecue for You! In Kettering, Ohio. Yum! Yum! Yum! March 3, 2011. Lunchbunch!
It was 9:15 on a Thursday, March 3, 2011. In Northside, an enclave in Cincinnati, Tranq the van rolled to a quick but silent stop 20 feet from Bonomini’s Bakery on Blue Rock Street. Cb grabs her wallet and runs in, hoping they haven’t sold the Paczkis we’ve reserved for the Lunchbunch, the last Lunchbunch before Fat Tuesday. They haven’t. She grabs them for a buck and a quarter a throw, throws them in the back with Junior, Jr.
Task one accomplished.
9:40 a.m. Sears pick up in Blue Ash, a few miles up the pike from Northside. CB jumps from Tranq, runs in, grabs the new crisper tops she’s ordered for Keith’s refrigerator (even if Keith doesn’t live there anymore).
9:51 a.m. Task two accomplished.
11:00 a.m. Scheduled time for the Lunchbunch to gather for its weekly overdose of fun, food and absolutely fabyoolous intercourse.
10:28 a.m. CB and I pull into the parking lot at OinkaDoodleMoo in Kettering Ohio! The earliest we’ve EVER been. Thanks to … to what? Turning over a new leaf? hehehe!!! Yeah!
Dayton Daily News:
OinkADoodleMoo BBQ opens site in Kettering
By Mark Fisher, Staff WriterUpdated 1:02 AM Thursday, October 7, 2010
A new barbecue restaurant opened in Kettering Wednesday, and West Carrollton has a new coffee shop that may show up elsewhere on occasion.
OinkADoodleMoo barbecue restaurant opened its third location in a former Chipotle at 3910 Far Hills Ave., just north of East Stroop Road. OinkADoodleMoo opened its flagship Englewood BBQ restaurant in fall 2009 and earlier this year added a lunch trailer at Wright-Patterson Air Force Base’s Area B. The new restaurant opened with 22 employees, according to Mark Peebles, OinkADoodleMoo’s president and founder.
In addition to its BBQ menu that includes pulled pork, ribs, chicken and beef brisket, the new Kettering restaurant will serve a custom line of JD’s Old Fashioned Frozen Custard products, including frozen custard pies.
OinkADoodleMoo’s hours are from 11 a.m. to 9 p.m. Monday through Thursday, 11 a.m. to 10 p.m. Friday and Saturday, and closed Sunday. For more information, call (937) 985-9346.
10:28 a.m. Task Three accomplished.
Willie had chosen OinkaDoodleMoo in Kettering so she’d have easy access from her doctor’s office, which came first.
After what seemed like hours and hours of waiting, Bob rolled in from Hellzapoppin’, Ohio, with his Lake Waynoka Protective League Shield shining brightly in his windshield, just above the celebrated VIN number.
Thence Willie wearing her version of a wild west duster (outwear made popular by the shootout at the O. K. Corral when Wyatt and Doc and the boys replaced all them dumb ole rules with bullets and buckshot). Still do not know whether she was “totin'” under the flaps.
Junior, Jr had some issues with Oinka: was difficult for us to maneuver in the ordering line and in the questioning asking line leading to the cash register. Nossir, not real comfortable. The place obviously had not been designed for a wheelchair unless the designers had planned for wheelchairs to be personhandled, dignity be damned.
One thing I love about OinkaDoodleMoo [get it? Oinka (pig) Doodle (chicken) Moo (beef cow)] is it also has frozen custard. It is my belief that Eve couldn’t resist the apple on that final test, after eschewing hundreds of other flavors, because the serpent was also a magician who knew how to imbue that apple with the creamy, eggy, sweet, flavor of custard. Even I couldn’t have been any help to her!
Like always, we got at least one of everything so we wouldn’t need a second visit, especially if it sucked.
For me the meat was tasteless; the sauces were very good to excellent (Carolina vinegar and mustard); the banana cream frozen custard pie was grrreeattt!
1:20 p.m. (I think) we met in the parking lot of a branch of the Dayton Library, not far from OinkaDoodleMoo and also not far (Bob ascertained in advance) Troni’s Italian Restaurant, home of the best pizza in southwest Ohio (no joke).
Task Four Accomplished.
Here we sweated, strained, and clawed our fingers to the bone for 9 games of Scrabble (copyright til you die). Not a dry skin pore to be found anywhere around the table by the time we left the building, some of us so weak we were all approached by library staffers offering help and solace. Truth is we were preparing Willie for her upcoming tournament in Saratoga Springs, New York.(We prepared Willie so well she developed a headache and had to skip the early bird rounds. Dog!)
6:00 (or so) p.m. CB drives Tranq into the parking lot of Troni’s Italian Restaurant. Jumps out to bring home a delicious Italian sausage sandwich we’d ordered from the library (Bob got his usual pizza and a meatball sub).
6:00 (or so) p.m. Task Five is accomplished.
6:00 (or so) p.m. Check Five.
Thence homeward in the might Tranq, hopeful of heart that Jeopardy had not yet begun.
Lunchbunch Completes Circuit of Mt Orab’s Mexican Restaurants: Mi Camino Real, finally! (February 24, 2011 – wilflebobcee)
The sky did NOT FALL even though it had every right to. CB and I were early on this Lunchbunch Thursday morning (February 24, 2011). A good time, although I told Bob the atmosphere of Mi Camino Real was so inviting I felt like I’d been there before. The maitre d’hotel was warmly solicitous as he patiently held the door for Junior, Jr, and showed us to our table (Why do I feel like I’ve been here before?); and the server who hastened to the kitchen to order up our chorizo and cheese appetizer even though it was nowhere to be seen on the menu.
I was shoveling a gully through the salsa with warm corn chips afore Bob sashayed in seconds in front of Willie (who had brought gifts with her: paczkis (poonch’ kis), highly caloric but delicious filled donuts that originally were made by housewives on Fat Tuesday to empty the cupboards of sweets and fats to diminish the temptation of fattening food during the Lenten diet in which that stuff is proscribed by the Roman Catholic Church.
Paczki Day (Fat Tuesday) but greed has expanded the paczki shopping season a couple of weeks (just because they’re profitable).
Bob and I shared an “everything” fajita – chicken, beef and shrimp – the bulk of which he wound up taking home because it was so dry it kept leeching the blood out of the inside of my throat.
The restaurant has initiated special luncheon prices – one size fits all – in an effort to stay afloat financially. They’ve suffered repeated setbacks with the shrinking economy and with the departure of workers repairing Route 32 around Mount Orab and who now find they Mexican fine dining at noon elsewhere. All lunch items for $6.95, including drinks which include some of the fourteen flavors of Jarritos (means ‘little jug’ from the Spanish tradition of drinking from a small clay pottery jug):
Jarritos is available in the following fourteen flavors (with the Spanish name in parentheses):
- Fruit Punch (tutifruti)
- Grapefruit (toronja)
- Guava (guayaba)
- Hibiscus (jamaica)
- Lime (limón)
- Mandarin (mandarina)
- Pineapple (piña)
- Strawberry (fresa)
- Tamarind (tamarindo)
- Watermelon (sandía); discontinued
- Lemon–Lime (“lima-limón”)
- Mango (mango)
- Cola (cola)
- Sparkling Water (Mineragua)
I didn’t, however, see hide nor hair of Bob’s and my favorite Mexican drink (except for worm-flavored beverages, of course) horchata.
(The name comes from Catalan orxata, probably from ordiata, made from ordi (barley) (Latin *hordeata < hordeum). The French and English ‘orgeat‘, the Italian ‘orzata’, and the Surinamese Dutch orgeade have the same origin, though the beverages themselves have diverged, and are generally no longer made from barley.Various folk etymologies exist – one legend links the origins of the name to James I of Aragon, who after being given the drink for the first time by a local in Alboraia, was said to have exclaimed “Això és or, xata!” (“That’s gold, darling!”)
Horchata or orxata is the name of several kinds of traditional beverage, made of ground almonds, sesame seeds, rice, barley, or tigernuts(chufas). In Mexico, horchata is made of rice, sometimes with vanilla and always with cinnamon. – Wikipedia)
Bob impressed us with the lasagna he shared with us. The best lasagna I can remember eating. A reason to changeover! Even Willie’s John apparently liked it and you just KNOW when that happens that is something! Alas! no pics!
Afterwords once again gathered the Lunchbunch together at the Mount Orab branch of the Brown County Library, always warm and welcoming plus they have some great used books on sale so that I can irritate the hell outa CB. Reading one – a fictionalized version of the President Bill and Monica get-together.
Bob now owes me $510,000. Yes, folks, that’s right: five hundred and ten thousand smackeroos. And it has nearbouts broke his little ole heart knowing his new car is going, instead, into my gasoline account for Tranq the Van. His latest 85-thou loss was particularly tough for him to lose when he discovered, to his dismay, that the Mercury automobile is no longer manufactured in the continental U-S of A or anywhere else on Planet Earth (Scouting teams have been dispatched to Mars and Venus).
CB won two games. I won 1. And I don’t remember how Willie and Bob went. I do know one of them won 2 and the other won 1. As time goes by it is becoming increasingly apparent parity has arrived at the Lunchbunch. Parity, folks!