Calamari in a white wine sauce

During Polly's last visit we dined at La Rustica, a quaint little restaurant walking distance from my house where we had a delicious calamari appetizer made in a charming white wine sauce.

Riding the bus lately has made shopping for groceries a mere thought as I've had my street performing stuff with me every time I've been on the bus. So today at the market I decided to shop for dinner down there. I was really surprised at the reception I got at each store I shopped at. At the wine store the guy did exceptional job of reccomending at bottle of wine for the calamari and then gave me a nice discount. I wasn't quite sure why he did that, but who looks a gift horse in the mouth.



I entered the french bakery and stood in line waiting. A young man behind the counter said that he had seen my show a few times and really like the coin falling up. I asked him if he had ever seen the coin in the croissant illusion. He looked puzzled and said no. He was putting a tray of fresh croissants in the case as we chatted. I asked him to hand me a croissant off the tray. He handed me a warm, golden brown flakey croissant, I reached for it with an open hand and proceeded to rip it open and reveal a beat up old silver dollar inside the roll. He freaked, then asked me what I wanted. I needed a baguette, which he gave me on the house along with the severed croissant.



Same thing at the vegetable stand and the City Fish. Nice discounts and the adoration of the vendors in Pike Place Market. I was touched. I rarely think that someone might recognize me from day to day, but I guess the Fedora with a playing card in the band, my buskers pouch, doctors bag, table top and tray jack might be a give a way. Not to mention I'm the guy standing up on the newspaper box making an ass out of myself day after day. OK, I guess I'm hard to miss. But in my obliviousness it's not something I think about.

Being a magician, a street performer at Pike Place Market in Seattle has been a rewarding experience. As part of a community of people at the market who come there every day, to sell their wares; over the last 3 years, they have made me feel like a part of their dysfunctional family. I will miss working there.



My girlfriend fancies herself a bit of a gourmet cook. And while plugged into my ear with a hands free device, she walked me through the the entire preparation of this tasty dinner for me and my boy. We crushed garlic, chopped fresh parsley (which by the way she feels is highly under rated) , and sliced a lemon. Garlic sauteed first, red pepper flakes and salt added. I think you get the idea. When it was ready we signed off and she told me she expected a full report in a half an hour.

I called her after dinner and told her that Buster & I enjoyed our dinner very much.



A very serious moment as I smell the fragrance of the wine sauce as it drifts up from the table. I had high expectations for the meal.



It turned out great. . . no left overs.