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The Weekly Newsletter |
Menus and Stories for September 6 - 11, 2004
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| YUM! |
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| Grape Tomatoes with Mozzarella |
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What's in this issue: |
1. Yum!
2. What's in this issue
3. Dinners to Go
4. Casserole of the week
6. Gone Surfin'
7. A Note from Laurey
8. A picture of Glass
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| Yum (#2) |
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Black Bean and Sweet Potato Salad with Roasted Bermuda Onions
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The nightly dinners for the week (Call 252-1500 to order) |
Dinners-to-go are available Monday through Friday.
Here's how it works:
Just call us in the morning and we'll take your order for that night's meal. Then come back between 4:30 and 6:00 to pick up your dinner - all ready in a heatable container. Simple, yes?
Monday September 6 Labor Day Vacation – we will all be at the beach!!
Tuesday September 7 Cashew Chicken and Snow Pea Curry with Rice 9.25
Wednesday September 8 Braised Beef with Fall Greens 10.25
Thursday September 9 Zucchini and Tomato Frittata w/ Peppercorn Bacon 8.75 **
Friday September 10 Crabcakes with Dill Sauce 11.00
** - this means low-carb. Hope it helps you.
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Dinners to go for the whole month |
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| The Casserole of the Week |
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Casseroles are made each Wednesday.
Call to order on Tuesday if you can.
Orders will be ready on Wednesday between 4:30 and 6:00.
Order a full pan for 9 (or so) or a half pan for 4 or 5.
Wednesday, September 8
Beef and Mushroom Bourguignon
Full 38.75
Half 19.50 |
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Yum (#3) |
| Imagine this - Sweet Potato and Chocolate Chip Bread! |
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| We're off to the Beach |
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We've been glued to the weather internet sites, trying to figure out if we can still go to the beach. It's hard, you know, to plan something like this, and then, at the very last minute, have a Hurricane come up. We could, we know, just stay home, but the draw of the sand and surf is powerful, so we're going to give it a try. The current predictions say that the storm will not go to South Carolina, and that is where we're headed.
Anyway - we'll be closed on Saturday, September 4th, and will also be closed on Labor Day, Monday, September 6th.
Do come see us for lunch on Tuesday. We'll certainly have plenty of stories for you. And thanks for giving us the time off! |
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Yum (#4) |
| Trifle of the Day! |
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| A Note from Laurey |
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I’ve had a fascination for blown glass for a long long time. My mother had a collection of cut glass, which is not at all the same thing, but I suppose that’s where it all started, sitting in our living room, watching the light dance around the facets of little bowls, pitchers, vases. I have a couple of those pieces still, which is a nice thing, but they don’t have the same pull for me as the blown pieces do.
The first piece I was given was a cobalt blue vase, a perfect round ball with a hole cut out of the top. My friend Michael and I had been walking in his neighborhood on the Upper West Side of Manhattan and we’d gone into his friend’s gift shop. I wandered around as they talked and found myself staring at, glued to, drawn in by this beautiful vase. Michael, seeing me transfixed, bought it for me – just like that. “That’s Blenko Glass,” Michael’s friend told me.
Blenko Glass, I found out, is a small company in West Virginia that has made hand blown glass for some four generations. And it turns out that my sister had gone to law school with one of the friends of the youngest generation of the Blenko family. Before I knew it, I got to go there for a guided tour. I got to walk right onto the factory floor, surrounded by molten glass and men gathering, blowing, shaping, and creating the very kind of glass I had fallen in love with.
I now have a lot of this Blenko Glass, maybe twenty-five pieces. I have a couple of lamps, some traditional bud vases, a few larger bowls, and some very beautiful roundels – just flat discs of color. The discs serve very little purpose except for staring at. They live in a cabinet in my cabin, coming out for the most special occasions when I can place them in front of some light and watch them dance.
I’ve thought about becoming a glass blower for a long time too. It seems like such an amazing combination of art and fitness and creativity and magic. I’ve tried it a tiny bit. I have a couple of misshapen globs to show for my efforts. But they are globs that I made, so I don’t throw them away.
When I was in Seattle late last month, my sweet friend Chris and I spent the day at the Tacoma Glass Museum, watching a master from Venice creating. As he worked with the “Hot Shop Team,” an audience of some hundred people watched, breath held, drawn in. He was making a vase, one of his signature items. It’s bottom half was covered with a complex glass pattern. The top half was a completely different color which he would then stretch and manipulate. The vase grew, changed, went back into the furnace, came out, was altered, was transferred from person to person, and became more and more beautiful.
But then, when it was almost done, it broke off its holder, just like that, and crashed onto the floor. The glass master hollered in horror, threw up his hands, and ran out of the room. All of us in the audience gasped. It was as if a new friend had been fatally injured. None of us could speak. The announcer said, lightly, “And that is what sometimes happens.” But I felt sad for a long time.
I’m hoping to include glassblowing in my life pretty soon. I don’t know quite what will happen with it all, but it seems that, when something will not leave one’s thoughts, one must pursue it. Don’t you think?
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Blenko Glass - ah. |
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Contact Info: |
Laurey@laureysyum.com
828-252-1500
67 Biltmore Avenue
Asheville, NC 28801 |
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