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The Tastes of Vacation: Farmer’s Market Edition

Farmers Market

Evensong Farm’s stand – our first stop every week at the Silver Spring Farmers Market

Vacations in the Brown family are wonderful times to try new foods and restaurants – even when staying at home for two weeks.

As yesterday’s post noted, I jumped out of the “vacation mode” gate early. The wonderful food and drink at Biga on the Banks in San Antonio simply whetted my appetite – literally – for the week ahead.  Last evening, Candice, Andrew and I spent a delightful evening at the tapas restaurant Barcelona in Cathedral Heights.  Candice and Andrew highly recommend the white sangria with the spring seasonings of lavender, sage, and rosemary.  We had a wide array of tapas, and all were tasty.  Some of my favorites included the mussels al diablo, the shrimp with a gazpacho dipping sauce, and the lamb chops.

But my vacation didn’t officially begin until today. So in the spirit of yesterday’s post, I’m going to report – as frequently as possible – about the meals and other foodie treats we’re going to enjoy these next two weeks.

It is a terrific time to sample what the city has to offer, as the annual DC Restaurant Week begins on Monday and runs through the following Sunday. The three of us sat down together this afternoon and made reservations for virtually every night of restaurant week (and then some).  More on that in a bit.

Today’s food adventure began where it does every Saturday we are in town – at the Silver Spring Farmers Market.  We bought our food from the regulars – eggs and meats from Julie at Evensong Farm, bread and pasties (including Rhubarb turnovers when they are in season) from Shana at Talking Breads, milk and cream from Clare at Clear Spring Creamery, corn on the cob and peaches from Winn and Fredi at Quaker Valley Orchards, mushrooms from North Cove Mushrooms, and cheese, butter, lettuce, tomatoes, green beans, blueberries and on and on…whatever is in season.

In the new movie That Sugar Film, we’re all instructed to “turn right upon entering the supermarket and head to the produce department, bypassing everything in the middle.”  We do that one better.  We simply bypass the supermarket for most of our food.

Before we put those wonderful ingredients to use for dinner tonight, Andrew and I took an “urban studies” stroll around Silver Spring to stretch our legs and talk about how the city is changing.  And as we walked up one block full of development and (actually) good architecture, we came upon the side wall of the restaurant Urban Butcher (another regular at the market) and this scene:

Urban Butcher restaurant

The indoor/outdoor bar is open at Urban Butcher

Ahhhh!  The “garage doors” were raised and the bar was serving customers both inside and outside – simply by having the bartender turn around.  We decided it was such a lovely day that we’d take a break from our walk and sample an Urban Butcher gin and tonic (DJB – made with the DC-distilled Green Hat Gin and Urban Butcher’s tasty homemade tonic water), and an Urban Derby (Andrew – Bulleit bourbon and grapefruit juice).

Suitably fortified, we headed home where Candice was putting the finishing touches on our meal – with all ingredients straight from the farmers market or our window boxes.  Sitting on our back deck, we had a wonderful mixed green salad and Zucchini Flan courtesy of a recipe that Candice found in the New York Times.  Eggs, milk, cheese, and zucchini – delicious, healthy, and all from the Silver Spring Farmers Market!

To whet your appetite, here’s our list of restaurants we’ve lined up to visit during DC Restaurant Week:

  • MXDC
  • New Heights
  • SEI
  • DC Coast
  • Jackie’s
  • Fig & Olive
  • Iron Gate
  • Mix

So check back in and see what we’ve found.  We’ll be sure to toast all our regular readers.  And in the meantime, you can get in the spirit with a little bit of Good in the Kitchen, by Bearfoot.

More to come…

DJB

Ahhhh…The Taste of Vacation

Old Rip Van Winkle

Old Rip Van Winkle 10 Year at Biga on the Banks

Vacation.  Holiday.  Time off.

Whatever you call it, the prospect of a couple of weeks off put me in the celebratory mood on Thursday evening, after wrapping up a series of meetings over three days in Austin and San Antonio, Texas.  There had been good conversations with colleagues and partners, delightful shared meals where we mixed preservation and brisket at Austin’s Scholz Garten, the oldest restaurant in Texas, and a reception in San Antonio that featured an amazing array of 19th and early 20th century military helmets!

By the time my meetings were over and all that was left was the flight home, I was ready for a bit of relaxation.

My colleague Katherine and I basically stumbled upon Biga on the Banks – an excellent New American restaurant that’s a draw for foodies in the region.  I asked for a bourbon, and our server said, “Let me get you our list.  We have an excellent selection.”  And then he pointed out their three options of Old Rip Van Winkle and I thought, “Why not?  I’m on vacation!”

So taking it off the office bill (I’m not submitting THAT with my expenses), I had him bring us two pours of Old Rip Van Winkle 10 Year, 107 proof, neat.  (It was a celebration, but I wasn’t quite ready to foot the bill for a 20 year, Old Pappy Family Reserve!)  The 10 year was pretty wonderful, both Katherine and I agreed, and it set me in the mood for the taste of vacation.

But before leaving the state and hitting full vacation mode, I also wanted to have a Shiner Bock beer.  (It almost seems criminal to come to Texas and not have one of the state’s signature beers.)  So we ordered one at the airport today with our pulled pork lunch.  AND WE WERE CARDED!

Carded

Carded in Austin

Katherine (who is much younger than I am!) probably caused our server to pop the question. But we were both laughing so hard that I expect they heard us back in San Antonio.  Katherine took the picture above, posted it on her Instagram account with the hashtag “#I’m too old for this,” and we began hearing back from colleagues with comments such as:

“That’s awesome, you kids!”

and

“See, you don’t really need a vacation. You already look as fresh as a teenager.”

Right.

In any event, I’m now home where Candice, Andrew, and I are heading out for dinner at Barcelona…the kick-off to our personal DC Restaurant Week (which doesn’t officially start until Monday).

Ahhhh….the taste of vacation!

More to come…

DJB

When David Heard…

Study of King David by Julia Margaret Cameron

Study of King David by Julia Margaret Cameron

For the past several weeks, the Old Testament liturgy at church has focused on the fascinating life of Israel’s King David.  From the slaying of Goliath to David’s unlikely ascension to the throne, to Samuel’s detailing of David’s relationship with Bathsheba (with details that caused our rector to recount the reaction of one young parishioner in her previous church as: OMG Samuel TMI!).  All have shown David at his most human.

Today’s passage was about the rebellion and death of Absalom, David’s son.  It ends with the grief-stricken king’s lament found in 2 Samuel 18:33:

And the king was deeply moved and went up to the chamber over the gate and wept. And as he went, he said, “O my son Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died instead of you, O Absalom, my son, my son!”

Do yourself a favor and spend five minutes listening to the Thomas Tomkins version of When David Heard.  It is one of the most beautiful, most heart-rendering pieces imaginable. I sang this piece with a group of wonderful singers a number of years ago, and as soon as those words were read today, it all flooded back into my head.

More to come…

DJB

 

Me, Me, Me, Me

Writer's Block

Writer’s Block (photo credit: Center for Documentary Studies)

My very wise grandmother had a saying:  “Some folks are born in the objective mood.”  My father has noted that his mother did not have a lot of patience with folks who were always complaining and objecting to what others did. My grandparents always had a positive outlook and attitude toward people.

I’m here to let you know that I’m writing this particular post in the objective mood.  You’ve been warned!

Have you noticed an epidemic of the misuse of “I” and “me” by people who should know better?

“Me, Zim, Rendon, we’re going to get [right-hander Stephen Strasburg] back soon too, those are all pretty good acquisitions too that you don’t have to give anything up for.”

Aaarrrgh!  Jayson Werth’s commentary on the return of the walking wounded to the Nationals lineup was just one of what seems a daily barrage to the grammar senses. I had it drilled into me: never put yourself first in a series.  “Zim, Rendon, and me…”  Think of others first. How hard is that to remember?

Perhaps I’m in the objective mood because “me” is an object pronoun and it is constantly misused as a subject pronoun.  I see it in quotes from athletes.  I see it in materials prepared by colleagues. I see it everywhere!

In the Blue Book of Grammar & Punctuation, Jane Straus writes of the “I vs. me” quandary:

Many of us have been brainwashed to believe that “I” is somehow more correct than “me.” Not so. “I” and “me” follow the same rules as all other pronouns. Would you say, “Please give it to I”? Of course not.

If you want something a little more direct, check out Please Stop Saying “And I” All the Damn Time.

Therefore, when speaking, simply ask yourself if you’re a subject or an object. If you’re an object (“Will you take a picture of Slade and…”), then you must, for the sake of all that is still good in the world, say “me.” And until you master it, a short break from talking about yourself might be in order.

Or look at the NPR Grammar Hall of Shame.  You can also refer to the Grammar Granny:

One of the most common grammar errors made by people of all ages is to start a sentence with the word “Me.”  For example: “Me and my family will be there at 8,” or “Me and Josh are going to play baseball.”  Now’s the time to quit making that mistake. Resolve that you will never goof that way again.  Instead, you refer to yourself second in sentences like that, and usually you should use “I” instead of “me.” 

Please, think of others first.

The only time “me” works first? Why, Me and Bobbie McGee, of course.

More to come…

DJB

California or Bust

A new adventure

One year ago today – on August 1, 2014 – Claire and I left home to begin our Not All Who Wander Are Lost cross-country tour.

Besides all the memories of 20 days on the road together between father and daughter, what a year it has been for all the Browns, including:

And so much more.

So, a year later Candice and I took an early morning drive to BWI airport with Claire as she heads to her first job in Los Angeles…exactly one year to the day after we left to drive west for her senior year in college.  This time, after hugs and kisses, Claire navigated the incredibly long line to check bags through Southwest, missed her original flight, caught a stand-by flight that actually got her into LAX 15 minutes earlier than originally planned, and met up with her friend Susan for a couple of days of visits before orientation begins.  Me? After our regular visit to the Silver Spring Farmers Market, I took a very long nap.  Quite a different August 1st from last year.

Sunday Brunch
A family celebration at Le Chat Noir’s Sunday Brunch before Claire heads to LA

We celebrated Claire last Sunday over brunch at Le Chat Noir in Tenleytown as she begins her year with the Episcopal Urban Intern Program in Los Angeles.  (The Episcopal Urban Intern Program is a year-long service learning project of the Jubilee Consortium – a group of inner city Episcopal parishes in LA working together to affect meaningful social change within their communities).  We are all so excited to see what’s next.

Hmmm…I think I feel a west coast trip coming up!

More to come.

DJB

Image: Claire and DJB head out on August 1, 2014, on our “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” cross-country tour (photo by Candice)

DJB in Cedar Mesa

Ancestral places

Last week I spent three days working in Southeast Utah and the Four Corners region with colleagues from the National Trust and partner organizations on our Ancestral Places of Southeast Utah campaign.  Here’s the campaign overview from the Trust’s Saving Places website:

Ancestral Places of Southeast Utah include archaeological sites, cliff dwellings, petroglyphs, and trails that tell stories of diverse people over the course of 12,000 years of human history. The area — mostly federal land managed by the Bureau of Land Management — lacks adequate legal protection and funding to protect its archaeological treasures. In collaboration with tribes and other local, state, and national partners, the National Trust is engaging in research, outreach, and advocacy to protect these iconic cultural sites and landscapes for future generations to appreciate.

In two full days of hiking, I was able to see a handful of the thousands of sites in this beautiful landscape.  With Josh Ewing and Vaughan Hadenfeldt — the leadership of the Friends of Cedar Mesa — we visited cliff dwellings, saw petroglyphs, stood amazed at the views from Comb Ridge, and hiked to hidden springs.  And always we discussed the challenges of protecting these special places.

Here are a few photos from the hundreds I took along the way.

SE Utah Cliff Dwellings
Cliff Dwellings in the Bears Ears area of Southeast Utah
Comb Ridge
Panoramic View from the top of Comb Ridge
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Petroglyphs in Cedar Mesa
San Juan River
San Juan River Valley with Monument Valley in the distance

On Friday we hiked in Montezuma Canyon with BLM Archaeologist Don Simonis, seeing a variety of fascinating ancestral sites.

Don Simonis explains elements of a restored kiva in Montezuma Canyon

My photographs don’t do justice to this unique landscape, but suffice it to say that this is a place worth fighting for.  Thanks to Josh, Vaughan, Don and their teams – along with Amy and Tom from our staff – for allowing me the chance to glimpse a small piece of the wonderfulness of this country and its peoples.

Details from cliff dwellings
Details from cliff dwellings
Valley of the Gods
Valley of the Gods
Mexican Hat
Mexican Hat

More to come…

DJB

San Juan River

Welcome to one of the most remarkable landscapes on earth

So, you have two guys of approximately the same age (and regular readers will know what that means) in a car driving the six hours from Salt Lake City down to the Southeast Utah town of Bluff (population 150+) through the awesome landscape of red rocks, wide open vistas, mountains, mesas, and deserts.

Navaho Twins
Navajo Twins in Bluff, Utah

What’s on the musical playlist when you have all day and long stretches of lonesome highway?

Why the Stones (Sticky Fingers, double album with Eric Clapton playing on Brown Sugar).  Lyle Lovett and his Large Band. Merle Haggard and Big City. And most appropriately, Leon Russell and the Shelter People singing Stranger in a Strange Land.

What better song to remind you that you’re not in Kansas anymore.

Tom and I certainly tested the speakers in our little rental car. So crank it up!

More to come…

DJB

DJB Family with TB

Summer views

From deep in the American West (yes, I’m traveling again), here are some photos and very brief observations from the last two-three weeks that I’ve wanted to post…but haven’t found the time.  And I’ll begin with a few pictures from Tom Brown’s Excellent 90th Birthday Adventure.  (Or the Tom-Tom Palooza, as coined by my niece Rachel.)

Brown Family Singers
The von Brown Family Singers prepare for their big turn in the spotlight at First Baptist Church
Tom Brown's 90th
Candice and DJB with Tom Brown to celebrate his 90th birthday

A vivid memory from family gatherings from my youth were my uncles Joe, Jimmy, and Paul — along with my Dad — sitting together and watching the children play. Here’s the next generation, although the vice has turned from cigars and pipes (everyone but my father smoked) to beer.  Here two of my nieces, their husbands, my brother-in-law Mark, and Candice join me in relaxing by the pool.

Poolside
The next generation
The DC and Chicago cousins
Claire and Andrew with their Chicago cousins Zoe and Kelsey
TB and his children
Tom Brown with his children (clockwise from upper left) Joe, Steve, Debbie, David, and Carol on July 5, 2015 – his 90th birthday
Tom Brown and Family
Tom Brown (yes, the one with the suspenders) with all his family members to celebrate his 90th birthday

And now for something completely different.

We celebrated the start of the new (fiscal) year at work with that great Southern tradition — seersucker.  Unfortunately, not too many folks at the National Trust own any seersucker (at least not any that they would be caught dead in out in public), so the brave few posed in front of Common Reader by the artist David Salle (from the collection of The Glass House).  And yes, Katherine does look like she has a crocodile dancing on her head!

Seersucker Day
Seersucker Day, with Brent, DJB, Diana, Katherine, Brendan, and Tom

My favorite seersucker story comes from a former board member at the National Trust and one of my all-time favorite people, the late Bradley Hale from Atlanta, Georgia.  Bradley and another partner from the prestigious Atlanta law firm of King & Spalding were in Las Vegas for a convention, and being good Southern gentlemen they went into the bar — wearing their seersucker suits — to get a drink.  After a few minutes, when several waitresses passed them by, they stopped one and asked if they could order.  Her response?  “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were with the band!”  Classic.

And finally.

Our Vice President for Historic Sites knows of our family’s love for Claremont, California – home to Pomona College. Katherine’s husband attended graduate school at Claremont, and she headed there for a conference just a few short weeks after Claire’s graduation.  She texted me and said, “I’m bringing you home something you’ll enjoy from Claremont,” and the next week the following bumper sticker showed up on my desk.

I'm a Crustie
A wonderful reminder of Some Crust Bakery in Claremont, California. One of our all-time favorite bakeries.

I could almost taste that breakfast slider…or a Valentine’s day cupcake…or the cranurkey sandwich…or their wonderful lattes.

Off to more travels.  Look for some updates soon from Cedar Mesa in Southeast Utah.

More to come…

DJB

Image: Claire, Candice, Tom, DJB, and Andrew celebrating Tom Brown’s 90th birthday

Red Wing III: A Quick Look Back

Watkins, Jarosz, and O'Donovan

Sara Watkins, Sarah Jarosz, and Aoife O’Donovan at Red Wing Roots Music Festival on July 11, 2015

After 12 hours of music on Saturday at a sold-out Red Wing Roots Music Festival in Natural Chimneys Park, I’m going to let the photos speak for Day Two of the festival, with only a few quick observations thrown in along the way.

Scott Miller at Red Wing

Scott Miller

  • Scott Miller is a terrific songwriter and a good performer with a great sense of humor.  Is There Room on the Cross for Me? was only one of a number of smartly written songs in his set.  Fiddler Rayna Gellert was also a find.  Check them out.
  • I liked Missy Raines and the New Hip better when they were all acoustic.  The electric guitarist was good, but her music lost some of its subtlety and just became more noise.  That said, she’s still a terrific bass player out flexing her chops and trying new things…and that’s all good.
  • I’m not sure who booked Nikki Lane for a prime 6 p.m. slot on the main stage, but to my ear a little of her honky tonking trash from Nashville went a long way.  She should have been given the 11 p.m. slot and Frank Solivan & Dirty Kitchen should have taken her slot on the main stage.

Jarosz and O'Donovan

Sarah Jarosz and Aoife O’Donovan at Red Wing 2015

Sara Watkins

Sara Watkins at Red Wing Roots Festival 2015

Aoife O'Donovan at Red Wing

Aoife O’Donovan

Watkins, Jarosz and O'Donovan

Watkins, Jarosz and O’Donovan at Red Wing 2015

Sara Watkins, Sarah Jarosz, and Aoife O’Donovan – the acoustic super-trio I’m With Herwas the best show of the festival for me (and I suspect for many others as well).  As highly accomplished singers and players, the music was all of a high quality.  They obviously enjoyed playing off each other and blending their beautiful voices into harmonies that could be sweet – or growling – but never dull.  As my friend Oakley said, “Worth the price of the festival.”  Agreed!

Steel Wheels 2015

The Steel Wheels – hosts for the Red Wing Roots Music Festival III

Christ Thile

Chris Thile of The Punch Brothers at Red Wing 2015

Frank Solivan

Frank Solivan and Dirty Kitchen at Red Wing III

The hosts for the weekend – The Steel Wheels – were part of Saturday evening’s headliners, and they didn’t disappoint.  The Steel Wheels put on their typical high energy show, which had the crowd singing along when they weren’t cheering with delight. The Punch Brothers were the true headliners, and Chris Thile and the boys played their usual masterful…and sometimes musically dense…set.  Thile was Thile…all over the place, excited to be there, and musically engaging (when you weren’t scratching your head).  Finally, at 11 p.m., Frank Solivan and Dirty Kitchen took the last shift of the night, with a tight 50 minute show for those hard core fans who remained.

At Red Wing III

Margaret, Candice, DJB, and Oakley at Red Wing III

These four satisfied-yet-tired festival goers enjoyed two days in the beautiful Shenandoah Valley of Virginia.  What could be finer than sitting beneath the grandeur of the Natural Chimneys, listening to three beautiful young ladies play amazing acoustic music.  So on that note, we’ll go out with two tunes by Watkins, Jarosz and O’Donovan – the first being the John Hiatt tune Crossing Muddy Waters followed by their a capella version of Be My Husband.

Enjoy.

More to come…

DJB

 

 

 

 

Robert Earl Keen, July 10, 2015

Red Wing III: This is becoming a habit

The inaugural Red Wing Roots Music Festival in beautiful Natural Chimneys Park held out a great deal of promise as The Steel Wheels pulled together friends and musical heroes for a wonderful three days of music in 2013.  So I returned last year for Red Wing II, and found that the festival had grown and built on that promise. Naturally, Candice and I returned this weekend for the third annual Red Wing festival with our friends Margaret and Oakley Pearson from Staunton.  This is becoming a habit. The signs of the festival’s growth and increasing popularity are everywhere, beginning with the size of the crowd. Then the line-up gets stronger, as bands and musicians learn about this wonderful, small (compared to Merlefest and Telluride), and welcoming festival with knowledgeable fans.  (Folks in the Shenandoah Valley know their music.)

Elephant Revival
Elephant Revival (photo credit: Elephant Revival website)

Candice and I were late arriving (don’t ask…part of it had to do with sitting still on I-66 for 20+ minutes), so we missed the first band I was hoping to hear – Mandolin Orange.  I enjoyed their music at an earlier festival, and Oakley said they were equally captivating in 2015.  We did arrive in time to hear the Colorado-based Elephant Revival, and they were a revelation.  Bonnie Paine on washboard, musical saw (thankfully, only one tune), and lead vocals was amazing – leading the band through its blend of Celtic, folk, roots indie music.

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Chatham County Line at Red Wing III

The bluegrass band Chatham County Line was up next.  I’ve heard their music over the past couple of decades, but had not had the opportunity to see them live.  They began with the beautiful Sound of the Whippoorwill, and continued through an engaging hour-long set.  For an encore, they brought out members of Mandolin Orange – one of those nice moments that festivals can produce. A change in the line-up brought the band Matuto to the main stage.  Their music is described as an Appalachia-gone-Afro-Brazilian sound.  Well, I didn’t hear much of the Appalachia piece, but guitarist Clay Ross and accordionist Rob Curto exchanged some mean licks in extended jams, all underpinned by a steady bass.  This would be a great band in a New York club (where they are based).

The Travelin' McCourys
The Travelin’ McCourys

The Travelin’ McCourys – along with special guest Andy Falco of The Infamous Stringdusters – hit the stage hard and kept the pace up with their blend of traditional bluegrass and more progressive sounds.  These sons of legend Del McCoury know their traditional music, but they shined while playing some Dawg music, progressive bluegrass, and other tunes outside the boundaries of their dad’s bluegrass.  It was especially nice to hear the Tony Rice version of Old Train as played by the band.

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Jason Carter of The Travelin’ McCourys at Red Wing III

I’ve heard Jason Carter play his wonderful bluegrass fiddle before, but he has a great lead voice when singing that’s seldom heard (at least in my experience) when he’s playing with the Del McCoury Band.  All-in-all a very satisfying show by Ronnie, Rob, Jason, Andy, and bassist Alan Bartram. Which then led to the night’s headliner…the inimitable Robert Earl Keen.

REK at Red Wing
Robert Earl Keen and band at Red Wing III

We were flagging after a very long day, but Keen’s music and breezy, boozy style (he couldn’t remember the name of his “bluegrass drummer” until about three songs into the set) soon won us over.  Keen clearly has a huge following, and the quality of the songwriting shows why.  When he explained that he had to search to find a “bluegrass drinking song” for his new Happy Prisoner: The Bluegrass Sessions album (because “all my songs are drinking songs”), he then tore into Hot Corn, Cold Corn.  His band was all acoustic for this set, and the addition of Kym Warner of The Greencards ensured some hot mandolin picking.  We packed it in before the end of the set (Saturday’s music promises to run over into Sunday morning, so we have to pace ourselves)…but it was a good start to a weekend of satisfying music.

More to come…

DJB

Image: Robert Earl Keen performs at Red Wing III