Well, of course I've seen Schiller's locks before, and know the cake looks like them. But why was the pastry named after the poet?Guess I go googling once more. To complicate things further, the word Schillerlocken is used for three different things in German: the pastry, a fish dish and of course the hairstyle. I had Schillerlocken (the hairdo) on the day of my confirmation (aaaages ago).
Thankfully I don't have them in digitized form.
In re the Laphroaig ice cream, I thought it was interesting. Many years ago I had used to like Laphroaig and especially Lagavulin, and, yes, the ice cream definitely had something of the smoke ("Islay malts have smoky character derived from peat..with...notes of iodine, seaweed and salt") but I didn't detect any taste of alcohol, which seems to be the point--instead it was sort of a Shirley Temple-Laphroaig Sundae--but on the other hand, I think I ate most of it anyway (as I did the boudin and the chips) and, of course, the scale shows the tale. Oink!
I had a nice supper of crab legs at home with good friends and watched the ball drop. Could hear the fireworks banging away over in Central Park. Happy 2011! On Thursday John Gallagher and I continued a tradition begun last year of going out on New Year's Eve eve. We ate dinner on the Lower East Side at Mary Queen of Scots and celebrated an early Hogmanay. It was the perfect place to bestow the last of my Edinburgh purchases on a friend: a lamb's wool tartan scarf bought on the Royal Mile. John gave me a tiny Gumby sitting on a blue horse and a fun book called "Lexicon of Musical Invective," a compilation of horrible reviews given to famous composers. We ate a hearty winter dinner of cassoulet, boudin noir, Scotch salmon salad, pork belly, chips with curry sauce and fried Brussels sprouts, washed down with a gin cocktail, good red wine and a Smuttynose IPA lager. Dessert was Scotch ice cream made with Laphroaig. Yum!Next we walked a few blocks uptown and had Australian coffee at the Tuck Shop, a great little hole-in-the-wall that specializes in meat pies. Our Swedes have visited there, too, as has oilgun. We finished up, as we did last year, with a stop at Cafe Mogador. John had port wine and I had Moroccan mint tea and orange almond cake. We parted at the L train station around midnight. Thanks, dear friend, for another great Gallagher-esque evening!
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brilliant!
