I’ve got something for you, today, completely unrelated to food. (I did make some guacamole, but I’ll come back to that.)
I’m currently reading The Fiddler in the Subway, a collection of Gene Weingarten’s favorite feature articles from his time writing for The Washington Post. The title of the book refers to his story, “Pearls Before Breakfast”. The piece is about Joshua Bell, a world-class violinist who, one morning, takes to a Washington DC subway station to play an hour’s worth of classical, solo violin.
It’s a funny, interesting story, written by one of my favorite writers. Read the article, if you want – but that’s not why I bring this up.
This past Saturday night, Erin and I went downtown to watch an NBA game between the Phoenix Suns and the Miami Heat. Typically, the halftime entertainment at a Suns game consists of either amateur jugglers or 6-year-old cheerleaders. As such, I usually spend those intermissions fighting overcrowded restrooms in an attempt to make room for more overpriced beers.
On Saturday, however, the halftime show featured a young violinist named Lee England Jr. As it was, the national anthem was also performed by England. (Apparently, LeBron James and Dwayne Wade really dig the guy, and England is touring NBA games with the Heat.) Given how impressed I was by the anthem (how often does that happen?), I figured I’d stick around and listen to him play during halftime. Bladder be damned.
What followed was a pretty cool ten minutes. The dude was rocking jeans, high-tops, a tie and blazer, and a baseball cap. Yet he was playing some kind of crazy, classical/pop violin that left me with nothing else to say but “who is this guy?”.
Turns out “this guy” is a classically trained, highly schooled, former street performer turned professional violinist. Which, to say the least, is pretty sweet. And hey, if you can make “Moves Like Jagger” sound good, you’re doing something right.
Anyway, I found it odd that the violin – of all things – struck my interest twice in one week. I’m pretty positive that will never happen again. And well, I’d thought I’d share. That video is totally worth the fifteen minutes (as is Weingarten’s story, if you’re so inclined).
Oh, right, I almost forgot: I made some guacamole. Here, have some guac. It’s good guac. Sweet, from the pomegranate seeds. Buzzy, from the tequila. Blah, blah, blah… Bottom line: You’ll dig it. Just like you’ll dig that video. Eat the guac. Watch the video. Eat the guac while watching the video. Go.
Makes a bowl full
- 4-5 avocados – peeled and seeded
- 1/4 small red onion – diced
- 2-3 limes, juiced
- 1 large garlic clove, minced
- 1 jalapeno, stem and seeds removed, and finely chopped
- salt and pepper
- 1 splash of good tequila
- 1 glug of good olive oil
- 1 pomegranate
- 1 small handful cilantro leaves, roughly chopped
- In a large bowl, mash together the avocado, onion, garlic, jalapeno, olive oil, tequila, lime juice, and salt and pepper – to taste. (Use a fork, or, better yet, a potato masher.) Don’t over-mash, though. Leave the guac chunky.
- Cut the pomegranate in half, then tear the halves into smaller pieces. Pick out all the seeds and discard the flesh. (It’s best to do this over a paper towel, as the juice from any broken seeds will stain whatever it touches!)
- Fold the pomegranate seeds and cilantro into the guacamole.
- Serve with chips. And more tequila.