". . . But the past does not exist independently from the present. Indeed, the past is only past because there is a present, just as I can point to something over there only because I am here. But nothing is inherently over there or here. In that sense, the past has no content. The past -- or more accurately, pastness -- is a position. Thus, in no way can we identify the past as past." p. 15

". . . But we may want to keep in mind that deeds and words are not as distinguishable as often we presume. History does not belong only to its narrators, professional or amateur. While some of us debate what history is or was, others take it into their own hands." p. 153

Silencing the Past: Power and the Production of History (1995) by Michel-Rolph Trouillot

Monday, March 24, 2008

Easter Dinner on Easter Monday

Not that Easter matters a whit to us pagans, but there you go.

Yesterday and today too I've been the victim of one of my pinched nerve headaches from hades. They're brutal, particularly as there's no Vaquero here to give me that head and neck and shoulder magic that he works so well.

But he's almost home -- on the airtrain, in fact, from JFK.

It's too bad dinner was already made, as I expected him earlier, but he says it doesn't matter, he's sure it will most welcome.

Sirloin, pan grilled at highest burner, with ground black pepper, in a bit of olive oil, then loosely covered with foil to allow the heat from the cast iron skillet finish caramelizing the sugars in the meat;

Onions and garlic, caramelized in a bit of olive oil, with portobellos and some red wine;

Baked potatoes;

Salad of grated carrots, raisins and chinese cabbage.;

Hot salsa verde and avocado for garnish.

Plus Czech beer (for him, not me, not with this brute of a headache!).


Graeme said...


Foxessa said...

Funny -- that's what Vaquero said too!

Love, C.