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Gathering - South Pearl Street Farmers Market

9/19/2019

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​Wander down to the South Pearl Street Farmers Market any Sunday from May- November and it’s easy to see why Coloradans consistently rank as most fit population in the entire U.S.  Our family of five headed down to the market one Sunday, armed with our reusable grocery bag and 10 year old boxer- trying to fit in with the ever growing crowd of young hipsters that regularly eat vegetables I am still googling.  Platt Park was our first neighborhood as a young married couple in Denver and while it’s been ten years since we moved, it’s still a favorite spot.  It helps that the Old South Pearl Street has maintained amazing restaurants thanks in a large part to the sushi empire I need not name (but love and will write about another time). 
 
On this Sunday, it’s a beautiful day and quite warm. We are welcomed with a sign stating the pavement may be too hot for paws and best to leave our furry friends at home.  Major hipster fail here, but at least I am not holding a Starbucks (already finished it).  We take turns walking our boxer in the shade of the storefronts and hanging by the water bowl (even this display is cool!) which is fine since the main street is……packed.


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The South Pearl Street Farmers Market has been running for almost 20 years and has grown considerably. Added to the mix of fresh produce are a handful of food trucks, booths with sauces and soaps, booths with healing tinctures and CBD products, and plenty of fresh baked goods. Much though is the same and we head to our favorites like the fresh peaches and the everlasting fill-a-bag for $10 stand.   The face painter and balloon lady are still set up by the live music, but sadly our crowd has outgrown them.  After our produce haul, we wander over to The Honey People.  We ask for more information on the varieties of honey, but apparently, they are best tasted and little explanation is offered.  I can’t tell a huge difference, but my son picks his favorite- Orange Clover.   ​


Even with the heat and the crowds, usually a recipe for disaster with kids, the experience is surprisingly pleasant.  Free samples help and our kids each piece together a full cookie through freebies.  Seeing this, we make one final purchase of baked goods out of shame for our disproportionate amount of samples.  These of course are the first of our purchases to disappear when we get home….still have plenty of beets though.
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Dining- Wolf's Tailor

9/16/2019

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It took us a while to get to Wolf's Tailor. We cancelled two reservations due to life.

Then we had to drive there. Living as we do in Hilltop, the neighborhood with more hip replacements than hipsters, it is often a trek to get to new dining. 

​We got pole position parking spot  because the sidewalks were in early holiday form, crowded with red bikes and green scooters. The Sunnyside neighborhood seems like a place to get to on two wheels.

Once we wound our way around the herb gardened back patio we arrived ready to eat.
And pee. 
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We were seated in a booth next to the bar. Behind the bar was a man in the same denim apron that all the servers sported...but his seemed to have a purpose. He was reshaping large ice cubes (the clear kind that only places with mixologists seem to be able to produce) with a cleaver. It was an Edward scissor hands kind of moment but with ice shavings flying at his chest rather than branchlets. 

At this point our dinner dates arrived. After removing their helmets (because they biked...duh) they were ready to join us in a deep dive of the menu. First drinks. 

Steve had ordered the Bierstadt Pilsner because it is hard to find. So he says and its better just to believe him. We spent some time talking to our server about the Toki-Hi. Evidently it is blended Japanese Whiskey that is evervesed by a device that looks like a soda stream but has some sort of rock in it. Either the whiskey or the machine are the only one in Denver. That particular hi-bol got earmarked for next time. 


It was at this point that Steve and I tried to share the excitement of the ice shaving with our companions. "They weren't making cubes!" (that was me, perhaps too excited) They were making..."Dodecohedrons" (that was Steve and me in thrilling unison.) D + J laughed at us as I explained that dedecohedron was our safe word. "Really?" "Well it is now." Also- dedecohedron is spelled dodecahedron.

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So normally we would go for the tasting menu. Here it is called Entrust which is a great name...except I kept reading it as encrust. and outside of pies and earths I don't like the word crust. Instead we opted for one small dish, three sticks, one pasta, and one large dish. Want to guess which ones?
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Wait?

Can't tell from the photo?

It's the Cawanmushi. We guessed it was going to be some sort of corn cake but instead it was a savory custard. 

There was quite a bit of acid in the miso corn so I recommend a full bite with the tiny spoon.

​I have had nothing like it. 
And I did like it.
Next up were the sticks. Chicken Meatball, giant mushroom leg, and prawn. The prawn was the major winner. A great hit of spice, perfect texture, some other description that a real foodie would give.
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Next up was mushroom pasta. 

The pasta is all handmade in house and it certainly tastes that way. I was so impressed with the texture that I used the phrase "mouth feel." Dodecahedron, My apologies.

​I love mushrooms, perhaps because they are the vegetable that is most like meat, and they were gorgeous here. 

We had a surprising amount of difficulty splitting it four ways.

Eventually we prevailed.  


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For our large plate we devoured the wagyu flank steak. Perfect texture. Sauce wasn't salty enough for me but I am a freak about salt. It came with Chickory in some sort of delicious aioli. I didn't think I liked chickory. I was wrong. I was also wrong about the spelling of Chicory. K? Also porridge with herb pesto from their outdoor herb walled dining area. For someone who would rather be a carnivore than an omnivore the chicory was a shocker. 
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Then there was dessert. 
The menu called it Buckwheat Chocolate Tart. Featuring winter citrus caramel and cofe corretto cream. It did not look like a tart. That did not matter. Smooth and crisp, salty and sweet, warm and cool. This was study in contrasts that came together perfectly. It is tomorrow now (assuming you agree that time is non-linear) and I want it again. Dodecahedron.
You might have noticed the lead photo on this post. Why? Because you have eyes and a soul. 

Wolf's Tailor details:
Easy Parking
Concrete Sinks
Excellent Dessert
Magical Ice show
Fancy Japanese stoned whisky thing
​Pasta with great mouth feel

​Opened by Basta Chef Kelly Whitaker 
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Gathering - Fetch

4/25/2019

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One summer in Cape Cod I went to the Wellfleet flea market and came home with a pair of kittens. They had, fittingly, fleas. This was not the first time I went to that market, but it was one of the last. The cats were part of it but mostly it was that the mix of vintage dealers and artisans were being pushed out by the vendors selling off brand batteries and tube socks. It just wasn't worth it to bake in the sun reflected off of the asphalt of the drive in theatre and come home with treasures like...a kokopelli keychain.


Fetch is nothing like that. 

​Fetch is the re-brand of Denver Flea. Located in Rino it pops up a few times a year with DJs, food trucks, and local products of all sorts. If I was the kind of person who would use the words curated, artisan, and maker I would for sure be using them here.

I visited Fetch April 13th on its opening day. It was cold, grey, and spitting. The weather, not the flea market. After paying an entrance fee my group wandered the outside parking lot amongst the trucks talking about how nice it would be in the sun. Instead of looking around at vendors our hands were shielding our faces and we almost missed almost all of the 150+ booths in the garage.

Here are a few images from amongst the excellence inside.
Another difference between Fetch and the Wellfleet flea Market? Fetch features dogs not kittens. This is Denver after all.
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Want to learn more... follow this is Fetch on Instagram.
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Eating- Truffle Cheese Shop

4/24/2019

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I like cheese the way Trump likes twitter. Daily and with no self control.

My favorite spot in town to feed my addiction?

The Truffle Cheese shop on Sixth. They have all the cheese. Nutty, buttery, tangy, stinky. Firm and silky. Crumbly and crisp. They also sell bread and sliced meats. They complete the food pyramid (is it still a pyramid?) with cornichons and dried fruit. Everything for three square meals can be found in 300 square feet. 


Steve and I host monthly wine and cheese nights mainly to enable us to try 12 cheeses in an evening.  It also allows us to have friends but that is pretty much secondary to the cheese. As I enter my eleventyith month on the Keto diet I pretend that the cheese shop does not also sell one of the best baguettes in the city. But it does. I make Steve slice it for the parties because I am already using up all of my willpower not eating *all* the cheese before the guests arrive.


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After a few gatherings we realized that we needed to add some of the Truffle meats to our spread. It seemed that no one wanted to leave for dinner and we needed to beef (and pork (get your mind out of the gutter)) up our offerings. Just take a half step from the cheese cooler over to the meat cooler and have them slice you meat to become the main part of the meal. Two bits of advice: avoid the duck prosciutto (so very expensive) and act confused about which things you want to purchase. The Truffle is VERY generous with their tasting samples.
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Here is one of MANY MANY cheese offerings our counter has hosted.

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Giving- Access Gallery

4/15/2019

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There is affordable art and then there is affordable art. This fall I visited the Access Gallery and fell in love twice. First with the art-o-mat where $5 buys you original art for about the cost of a pack of cigarettes. And only one of those vended products kills you. I spent some time choosing my options and ended up with a small clay pikachu. No reason not to share the love between mulitple generations. 

As I stood staring at my new obsession I became aware of a low murmur beside me.

I had tagged along with a friend who was planning to drop off something or other and frankly the whole trip was procrastination on my part. Getting out of my bubble to another part of Denver seemed possible when someone else was driving. So along I went, spinning Pokestops on the way. (Yes I do play Pokemon Go but there is no way that Pickachu was for me. None at all.) 

Although I am sure she had passionately explained the mission of Access Gallery over sushi mere minutes before I had to sneak a peak at my phone to check in with the website to understand the magic that I had stepped into. Here is what I read:
Access Gallery is an inclusive nonprofit organization that engages the community by opening doors to creative, educational and economic opportunities for people with disabilities to access, experience and benefit from the arts.
I pulled myself away from the lure of the art o mat and the blur of my phone to put faces to the sounds I heard on the other side of the room.  There were a large handful of artists seated at a well patinated table bent over work. Some of them wanted to talk to me. A lot. One artist gave me a tour of the intricate dragon world of her making. As she talked... and talked I began shifting from foot to foot. It wasn't good manners that kept me by her side (I find those hard to come by) but interest in her story. One of the other artists who had not lifted her head to greet me offered me a seat. So I stayed for a while. 
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When we reached the final page of the sketchbook I got up to browse gallery. Distracted by the art-o-mat I had missed an important sign. In plain text it told gallery goers:

Seventy percent of all sales go to artists with disabilities. 
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So I shopped. I bought posters and postcards and a painting and little figures made out of tape. I re-visited the art-o-mat for a second Poekmon figure (taking one for the team.)  As  I doubled back to say goodbye to some dragons I realized that I had gotten more than I came for.

​In many ways.
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Eating- French Press Cafe

4/9/2019

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​I love tea.

Except Earl Grey which tastes like I am drinking perfume. And herbal tea, because what's the point? I guess I just love breakfast tea. English, British, French, Irish, I need to stop listing these before Theresa May asks me to read my tea leaves to determine the fate of Brexit. Even Lady grey knows...not good.

There is a place where problems like Brexit fade into the distant background. Because. Tea. And baked goods. And hollandaise sauce. 

The newest French Press which opened in Congress Park on Madison between 12th and 13th serves Boulder Breakfast. Or Bolder breakfast. I am not sure which. I like to think it is the local version but it is also quite strong and outspoken so either would be a fitting name.

Since it opened some months ago I have been lots of times where lots = > 15 and < infinity. I am almost universally happy with my experiencessss. I find the food fantastic, the portions large and the prices so low that I am left worrying about the longevity of my new favorite spot. I know eggs are cheap but at $7 ish dollars for eggs, asparagus, and spicy hollandaise, plus the B-lder tea makes me think about plate costing and other distant memories from my time as a restauranteur.

They have an enormous Chalkboard of food options which includes two crepes for $4. Oliver would give them two thumbs up but currently his thumbs are covered in Nutella. Friends have had shrimp po boys, veggie reubens, pancakes, and a variety of salads to universal acclaim. Inevitably as the dish is dropped on the table more quickly than expected my date says "I'll never be able to finish this all." A minute or two later I hear the scrape of fork against empty plate and satisfied sighs. 

What am I doing?

Battling my tea obviously.

Here is the one bad thing.:
The B-lder tea comes in this fancy spring loaded tea carafe. This thing requires the servers to ask each customer "are you familiar with how to use this?" It is a bit of a time suck for them but turns out to be an important question. Setting the contraption on top of the cup depresses the spring (and sometimes the tea drinker) and decants the steaming liquid. Problematically setting down the plastic doohicky on any other uneven surface does the same thing. In my experience uneven surfaces include but are not limited to: notesbooks, car keys, edges of plates, and laptops. The last of which is very upsetting.
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It took concetration and practice but after several leaks large and small I figured out how to be careful with the carafe. Once when I had my confidence raised to a false high I approached the friendly counter staff and asked for more hot water. After my refill I decided to get a water to go with my other water. I ALMOST set the thing on the edge of that little nubbly mat that goes under the fountain drinks. But I caught myself. Because I am getting good at this. Instead I placed it directly on the mat ... the nubs of which caused my scalding water to fill the mat which is there specifically to collect liquid and overflow onto the counter. People were friendly. 
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Natural consequences are the best teachers. I am ready. As the nice server offers me my tea she asks"have you used one of these before?" I sit up a little straighter in my chair. "Why yes" I tell her "I know exactly how it works.

Here is the thing though. The amount of tea in the plastic thing is exactly measured to the size of the mugs. They must come as a set. I don't know if the designers didn't do beta testing or if they are laughing at all of us but this means that if you have a re-fill (and who DOES not have a refill?) without draining EVERY LAST DROP you will flood the table.

​Which I did.
Interesting in trying my favorite breakfast and lunch spot? Look around. I will probably be there with my laptop, a huge wad of soggy napkins, and a seat for you as long as you have insurance on your electronics.
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Cooking - Simple grilled salmon

4/8/2019

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Two years ago Seth and I made the decision to leave our Denver neighborhood and head south in search of more space, specifically greenspace, for our three boys.  Moving in the summer, we immediately loved the yard and the boys used more sunscreen that summer than in almost all the years past.  Of course, we quickly realized living on almost an acre had its drawbacks too (you actually have to water all of it!), one of which was feeling a bit isolated.  While we could have held hands with our old neighbor while grilling outside (I blame poor placement of patios for this one), we could now go weeks without seeing a neighbor.  We went on a two-week vacation and NO ONE noticed- confirming my suspicion that the five of us could perish in our sleep one night and no one in the proximity would know.  Before we instilled welfare checks and made the dog watch Lassie, we decided to renew our newspaper subscription and regularly invite some friends over for dinner.  I never was a big entertainer- mainly because I don’t love cooking for large groups.  I enjoy wine and cheese while chatting before dinner, not worrying about if I timed the courses right and trying to maintain  conversation while not overcooking the chicken.   But with the space almost wasted on the five of us, I started to perfect the role of a lazy hostess with a few simple recipes including this grilled salmon that I could seriously eat 3 nights a week or more.
 
Now, I did not grow up loving fish and only in recent years have become a fan of salmon.  But this grilled salmon recipe is so easy and delicious, it makes a perfect meal for a summer bbq with or without friends.  We have purchased the salmon filets at a variety of places from Costco to upscale meat markets, and all have been good thanks to the spice rub. 
 
Salmon Spice Rub:
1/8 c. garlic powder
1/8 c. kosher salt
1/4 c. dried parsley
​1/4 c. dried minced onion
1/4 c. dried basil
 
 
I rub the salmon with a little bit of olive oil, generously spread the spice rub (you will definitely have a fair amount left for a future meal), and let sit for a bit before grilling.  We grill skin down to a desired doneness (exact time varies on size of salmon) and serve immediately.  Even my kids will eat this (still working on table manners but at least they eat right?)

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Welcome to Denverb

4/8/2019

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Denver...the place to hike and bike and  celebrate sunshine and the outdoors. As great as nature is that is not the only thing to do in Denver. Particularly if you are lazy. Which might be true for one of the founders of this site.

This site features personal (sometimes super personal) stories of how we are doing Denver. 

We are eating and drinking. We are gathering and tripping (not that way, at least not that we write about.) 

We are also reading and writing. 
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