I’ve decided to try my hand at painting.
My maternal grandparents left me a whole bunch of carving equipment after their passing. It was a much appreciated gesture as my grandfather and I shared an interest in wood sculpture. Included in the inheritance was a huge box of paints. Only a month or two ago when I started casually looking at painting did I begin to recognize the scope of this inheritance.
The stockpile includes 30-40 tubes of acrylics and paint brushes aplenty – it’s a mammoth supply. To help organize the collection I fashioned a custom paint-brush/pallet knife holder. Check it out:
What brought about this new interest? Mainly the fact that we’ve been looking for art for our home. I have a special appreciation for contemporary pieces – bold stretches of colors across big canvas and that’s the type of thing that I might be able to mimic. So let’s learn!
To start, I found a youtube video that provides a tutorial. This guy is great! I tried to mimic as much as I could, and I’m pleased with the results but I have a long way to go:
I learned a bunch through this process. Pallet knives are tricky to work with. So easy to clean, but difficult to manipulate for fine detail. This is likely why there’s an impressionistic feel to many pallet knife pieces. The swipe of a knife provides a very rewarding swath of color and it’s fun to overlay different colors and generate a warm gradient.
Next up I’m going to try and use a photograph from our recent Italy trip as a template. I’ll keep you updated with my progress!
This week I’m in Atlanta on business. Just a quick jaunt, I expect to be back on Friday.
An Unexpected Guest:
This past weekend in chatting with the neighbors we learned that there are some river otters living in the pond in our backyard. Sure enough, this morning as we ate our cereal (JIf cereal – surprisingly tasty) some splashing caught our eye and a little river otter could be seen swimming along the shore.
What a treat!
This week we have two cheeses. The first is Piave Vecchio the second is a Camembert. First, let’s talk Piave. This one is a dense cows milk cheese from Northern Italy. We were suspecting Florence what with the Ponte Vecchio… but we were guessing the origin off the wrong word. Our focus shouldn’t have been the ‘vecchio’ as much as the ‘piave’. Piave is a river in Northeast Italy. The cheese is named after this river. The ‘vecchio’ is a clue that this particular cheese was aged for more than 6 months. In our case with our red label there is further definition of this cheese’s age. Ours is considered a Piave Vecchio Seleziono Oro (Italian for “I choose Gold”) which was aged for over a year.
The cheese itself is hard and has a very pleasant sweetness. For this cheese we tried our our new cheese plane. Perfect for hard cheeses, the plane shaves a thin slice of cheese off a block. I recommend this tool to all cheese fans. Let’s rate the cheese!
Worthwhile for the price, this one is fun and independent. It also gets a bonus for having a long shelf life. That is always appreciated.
The other cheese in that picture is a basic French Camembert. Camembert is a soft milk cheese. Creamy deliciousness in every sense. Fromage’s Camembert has a favorable nutty flavor.
Completely delicious but for me it requires a carrier.
Long live Cheese!
My paternal Grandparents were all sorts of deep into the world of music. My Grandmother was a pianist and my Grandfather played a handful of instruments from the guitar to the accordion. This weekend my father bequeathed to me my Grandfather’s guitar and amp.
The guitar is a 1960(ish) Silvertone tobacco sunburst archtop guitar. It has three pickups with independent tone and volume controls that give the guitar a versatility close to (if not surpassing) my PRS513. The Silvertone is rich with evocative scratches and dings that lay out a history of active use versus display case claustrophobia. The action is great and the sound is raw and metallic in a pleasant retro way.
The amp is a vega tube amp. It’s adorably small but still has bite. The outside has been completely redone and it has a beautiful new fabric cover and leather handle. It’s got some whitenoise issues but I’m hoping with a little electrical TLC that the sound will clear up. It is the perfect practice/small gig amp.
I love the look of this setup. Both pieces are beautifully aged. The ‘tobacco sunburst’ and the fabric covered Vega suggest a dim lit smokey jazz or blues bar. The Silvertone guitar series were sold by Sears Roebuck up until the 70’s. They were cheap guitars at the time with surprisingly good sound.
For the past few years I’ve been practicing exclusively on my Carl Barney archtop, usually without an amp. The Barney looks so modern compared to the Silvertone. The two guitars make a great pair.
These DiDonato heirlooms will see much attention in the years to come.
We continue with our second edition of the Cheese Files as we explore the offerings of Fromage in Old Saybrook.
This week’s cheese? Pratomagno.
Pratomagno is a mountainous region in Italy southeast of Florence so calling a cheese ‘Pratomagno’ by itself is probably uncouth. My uneducated pallet would compare this particular cheese to a parmesan or a romano. This fact with a little internet searching results in my guessing that perhaps this is actually some variety of Pecorino Pratomagno.
As a firm Italian cheese, this Pratomagno cheese is decent. It’s firm and fragrant and a pleasure to grate. Our primary method of consumption thus far has been via the grater on bruschetta or pasta. That said, I don’t think it’s anything overly special.
Enjoyable but not overly memorable.
Jen and I coupon as much as we can. The efforts of couponing often fill our pantry with unique foody pleasures that we would never otherwise pause to appreciate. So here I am, writing a post about Lucky Charms.
Quick now, let’s test our memories. How many of the Lucky Charm marshmallows can you name?
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This is what the internet was made for.
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My newfound appreciation for bird watching has been a fascinating walk down a feathered path of fun. Perhaps unsurprisingly, with my bird appreciation came bird judgement.
I can’t help it! Some birds are beautiful rare sights, others are everywhere and not exciting. The Mourning Dove is the perfect example. While I will forever love their sorrowful call, we’ve nicknamed them pig-birds. Mom D is famous for describing them as being so fat they have no option but to squeak every time their feathers squeeze their bodies in flight.
So it was with trepidation that I looked up the state bird of Connecticut. I secretly hoped for the feisty American Kestrel or the predatory Northern Harrier. Perhaps the shimmering ruby-throated hummingbird or the adorable Eastern Phoebe (a scraggly little Phoebe is shown as the feature image to this post)!
Nope. It’s the American Robin.
Okay okay, American Robin. Not the worst choice. We didn’t choose the Mourning Dove. Now let me see what other state birds are out there…
(note: to view chart below you’ll have to ‘read more’ of this post)
WHOA REPETITION! WHAT?!
Two other states have the American Robin! 29 of the 50 states have shared birds! 26% of all states are either the Northern Cardinal or the Western Meadowlark.
HOW CAN THIS BE?!? There are TENS OF THOUSANDS of birds to choose from. Why would any state ever duplicate a choice?! I agree that most people are drawn to the popular birds but what a travesty that so many states lose a chance for distinction. I think it would be far better to choose a bird that personifies the state than to choose an obvious name that all will immediately recognize.
American Robin? At first it was a weak choice. But knowing that it’s a duplicated choice makes it worse. Come on Connecticut! You can do better!