#1.0 sand point naval air station
the setting for the dinner could hardly have been more dramatic – a naval airplane hanger, silent and empty, intimidating. one vast wall of doors opened to the sky. we had sweated and chopped and grilled and set up lights and tables and gathered old cameras and cursed for hours, running criss-cross across seattle since 7am – asking ourselves as we arrived at the ominous empty-tooth of a building… what? really, what are we doing – imagining distinctly that the evening could be a miserable failure.
asking people to inhabit, situate intimately, dine and sing, and sing convincingly in this enormous room? we were wrecks of emotion and doubt – so we each drank a full pint of pink wine and then as our heads cleared…it happened. the magic of combining thoughtful food, remarkable people, endless sangria, a long table, and the unconquerable power of song.
within an hour our echoing hall was filled with laughter, warmth, mirth, music. thanks to everyone who made the evening possible. -michael and chase
Spectacular!!
Recipe for pretension 1.0
1 part p.t. barnum snake oil
2 parts gullible food-orgiast-wannabes
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the decline of western civilization
1. love to know where i can find some snake oil.
2. not sure how songs about eating and drinking is an “intellectualization” of food – pray tell.
be well, and try the ribs – they turned out alright. m.