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Capsule (Full commentary found immediately below Lead Picture):
Sunday, August 11, 2019
This is an exciting period for the blog.Not only is readership up, but we’ve added a dynamic piece: the “Hey, Dom!” videos.
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Lead Picture (Story below in Thumbnail section)
Sunday, August 11, 2019
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The blog? A daily three to four-minute excursion into photos and short texts to regale the curious with an ever-changing and diverting view of a world rich in gastronomy, visual art, ideas, chuckles, stories, people, diversions, science, homespun, and enlightenment.
Observing with wit and wisdom, Dom Capossela, an experienced leader, guides his team of contributors and followers through that world, an amusing and edifying conversation to join.
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Commentary
Sunday, August 11, 2019
This is an exciting period for the blog.
Not only is readership up, but we’ve added a dynamic piece: the “Hey, Dom!” videos.
To make time and room, we’re dropping the daily postings count.
Am considering dropping the Weather and perhaps the Good Morning that appears at the end of each blog.
Not only is readership up, but we’ve added a dynamic piece: the “Hey, Dom!” videos.
To make time and room, we’re dropping the daily postings count and the weather as separate sections. We also hope to revamp the Good Morning section that appears at the end of each blog.
The evolution of Dom’s had many such explosively creative moments of development: the first time we made our own extraordinary pasta, the first Boston restaurant to do that; the introduction of rolling carts from which we finished and served pasta tableside, and salads, and desserts.
After 490+ posts, such developments revitalize our efforts leading to an enjoyable experience.
Exciting.Not only is readership up, but we’ve added a dynamic piece: the “Hey, Dom!” videos.
To make time and room, we’re dropping the daily postings count and the weather as separate sections. We also hope to revamp the Good Morning section that appears at the end of each blog.
Not only is readership up, but we’ve added a dynamic piece: the “Hey, Dom!” videos.
To make time and room, we’re dropping the daily postings count and the weather as separate sections. We also hope to revamp the Good Morning section that appears at the end of each blog.
The evolution of Dom’s restaurant had many such explosively creative moments of development: the first time we made our own extraordinary pasta, the first Boston restaurant to do that; the introduction of rolling carts from which we finished and served pasta tableside, and salads, and desserts.
After 490+ posts, such developments revitalize our efforts leading to an enjoyable experience.
Exciting.
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“Hey, Dom!” videos
The Poodle and the Leopard
(a joke, 2-3 minutes)
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Friday’s Dinner posted on
Sunday, August 11, 2019
We enjoyed a simple dinner out.
At a French bistro on Newbury Street called La Voile, Number 261 or close to it.
We shared mussels in a saffron-lemon sauce with a glass of champagne.
We shared a duck liver saute paired with a duck liver pate and drank a rose from Sancerre.
Then we shared a sea bass with the same rose.
For our next course we shared a steak and frites.
Another shared glass, a red Sancerre, a pinot noir.
Finally, we shared a dark chocolate mousse.
All the courses were delicious.
The wines delivered value at their prices.
The service was pretty well perfect.
We ate outdoors: perfect weather for it.
With a 20% tip the bill was $211.00 for two.
That’s pretty standard in Boston for such a meal.
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Chuckle of the Day:
Sunday, August 11, 2019
I thought my new husband's surname was tobbogan.
But it turned out I was missled.
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Sunday, August 11, 2019
This extraordinary piece from Howard D:
Baked Goods
My morning thoughts
still borning,
soar and dive
wispy
thin as grocery bags
buffeted
billowing and deflating
in the wind.
I walk counter
the flow of traffic
on the rippling brick
of neglected sidewalks,
pass mainly students,
the high schoolers
jaunty in their
jeans worn waist band
to mid-buttock
their puffy
inflated coats
a uniform
an army of Michelin
Men of color,
hats twisted round
like their speech
like their tortuous
reaching high-fives,
fist bumps.
And I wonder what
they think,
and the graver lot
who walk nursing corrugated-
collared cups of gargantuan volume,
high thinking
degree candidates slogging
to their study carrels,
already slugging down
innumerable future toilet breaks:
do they even think this early?
Faces vacant,
empty as the corridors of stacks
in the sub-basement of the Fine Arts
Library blocks behind me,
years behind me.
I walk blocks
to The Biscuit
where Jigme,
sweet bear of a man,
Tibetan master of the steam nozzle,
comments
on the length of my hair,
asks where I’ve been,
is already drawing my
mug of dark roast coffee
black
while I study the cases
I long since memorized
of baked goods, morning fresh,
something always in the oven,
the bakers still baking
in the back
staying awake with the blare
of country & western tunes
and 50s golden rock tunes
they fancy,
a musical energy drink,
leaking into the café,
and I look and look
as if I have a reference shelf of choices:
yeast-raised goodies,
the luxe sweetness of pecans and cinnamon
and slivery rinds of citrus peppered with
poppy seeds, and moist with fat
top shelf items
I ignore
and yeast raised sheet goods
sweet and savory,
with fruit, or with eggs and
sautéed root and cruciferous bits of goodness:
as if to balance the yin or yang
to which I woke,
and deliberating
as if fortunes and destiny rest on my choice,
I choose between two,
the plainest of goods,
but rich in their everyday
provenance, the breakfast food
of centuries of my French confrères.
The staff here knows me well,
knows a long absence means
I have been in Provence, and
now am back, and they know to ask,
“brioche today? or plain croissant?”
And I think my first concrete morning thought
and let them know.
h
Web Meister responds: Lovely piece about the poet.
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Today’s Thumbnail
Sunday, August 11, 2019
A mass shooting occurred at a Walmart store in El Paso, Texas, United States, on the morning of August 3, 2019.
The incident occurred at a Walmart Supercenter near the Cielo Vista Mall on the east side of El Paso.
A lone gunman killed 22 people and injured 24 others, making it the third-deadliest mass shooting in Texas history and the seventh-deadliest in modern U.S. history.
The Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) is investigating the shooting as an act of domestic terrorism and a possible hate crime.
After the shooting, the suspect, Patrick Wood Crusius, age 21, drove to a nearby intersection, where he identified himself as the shooter and surrendered to an El Paso motorcycle officer.
He was charged with capital murder.
Police believe that the suspect published a white nationalist, anti-immigrant manifesto on social media immediately before the attack.
The post cites inspiration from the Christchurch mosque shootings and refers to the white genocide conspiracy theory.
The shooter walked into the store carrying what is believed to be a WASR-10 rifle, a semi-automatic civilian version of the AK-47, and opened fire just before 10:40 a.m.
The store manager issued a "Code Brown"; designating an active shooter, to his employees after witnessing the gunman begin to fire in the parking lot.
Calls to 9-1-1 were placed, and first responders began to arrive within six minutes of the initial call.
The FBI's El Paso field office and the Dallas Field Division of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives responded to the scene along with the Texas Department of Public Safety.
Other first responders were off-duty police officers.