Saturday, November 3, 2012
Birthday Bangladeshi Beans
Well, it wasn't exactly true that we didn't celebrate yesterday. Dave informed me we were going out to dinner but wouldn't tell me where. Then he walked me through the neighborhood to Notting Hill Tandoori, a cute Indian place on All Saints Road right across from the Ringo Starr store. We had a quiet dinner with just the two of us in the entire restaurant, which was kind of nice. (It was just after 6 p.m., early for dinner by British standards.) We sat by the front window sipping our Kingfishers and watched the passersby huddled against the chilly night.
I had King Prawns (aka shrimp) with Bangladeshi Broad Beans. I was curious about the beans, which turned out to be green and kind of lima bean-ish, but smaller and with a smoother texture.
Earlier in the day I had a long Skype conversation with my mom, who mostly grumbled about the current political scene in Florida, and a short conversation with our pal Marilyn in New Jersey, who happily rode out Hurricane Sandy unscathed and now has to drive around in the middle of the night to get in line for gasoline to run her generator. It sounds like a draining way to live. I'd be tempted to let the house go dark, but Marilyn's husband has a fish tank and needs to keep the pump running for the sake of the fish.
Otherwise, I didn't even leave the house yesterday -- just did some cleaning, some work and some reading. I'm still trying to respond to all the birthday wishes on Facebook. It's cool to get a "happy birthday" message from people you otherwise haven't heard from in ages. I sometimes balk at writing "happy birthday" on someone else's Facebook wall, particularly if it's someone I haven't seen or talked to in a long time, but I suppose that's all the more reason to do it -- it's a great way to touch base with friends!
(Photo: Notting Hill reflected in the back window of a Smart Car. If I drove here in London, I'd get a Smart Car. They're cute and you can park them practically anywhere.)