Showing posts with label Crime and Punishment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crime and Punishment. Show all posts

Monday, August 22, 2011

Balsamic Roasted Plums, a Burglary and a Birthday


Ah yes, one of those things is not like the other. I'll get there.

Above we have a scene from the kitchen during tonight's Monday meal prep. Karyn ran over from Old Town, showered and spent the rest of her birthday dinner in her birthday suit and a very stylish towel wrap. Gina came straight from training but skipped the shower. Joner was a frock-rocking basil-tearing machine and Bec wore one of my oversize buttondowns around, buttoned all the way up as mosquito/frosting protection.

I'd put the picture up but I think I need approval on that one first.

Menu:

  • Zucchini fritters with yogurt and apricot jam
  • Mixed greens with balsamic roasted plums and blue cheese*
  • Pork scallopini (Divina Cucina style=fennel pollen!)
  • Pappardelle with heirloom tomatoes and fresh pesto
  • Chocolate Cake with Guiness poured over the top

I'm grateful for beautiful nights like this one. I snuck off to the downtown farm stand to grab beautiful plums at lunch was home in time to head to the butcher shop. I've made that chocolate cake so many times that I think I could do it blindfolded and the rest...while creating a breathtaking path of dishes and destruction...came together simply. We ate outside in the magic garden and I just needed that.

It's been an interesting seven days. My apartment was broken into, my laptop and iPods stolen and some peace of mind taken along with them. I am a tough cookie most of the time but knowing someone was in my home is jarring. Even though it could have been a whole lot worse (I wasn't there at the time), I still feel violated. And pissed, if we're being candid. Five separate friends offered HC and I a place to stay that night and all I could think of was straight, stubborn, crimson fury.

A planned work trip got me out of town for the weekend and it was truly awesome. I still wasn't feeling quite myself but Philadelphia with a bunch of professional optimists and an old school partner in crime were the best kinds of distractions.

Police reports filed, fingerprints collected and now we wait. It's not the first time I've been here but that doesn't make it easier. Some simple precautions like new windows, fresh locks do wonders but having a house full of people who love you and the smells that go along with that are the fastest ways to restore order to my world. Monday mission accomplished.

I lied about the picture. I'm sorry, friends. It was too perfect. I love you enough to delete it later if you want to raise a protest.

A chocolate beer cake cheers to houses that feel like home and to the people that fill them with light. Dinner was very much in Karyn's honor tonight but I'm definitely going to bed feeling gifted.

Balsamic Roasted Plums

6 small, ripe plums
2 tablespoons good balsamic vinegar
Smoked salt to taste

Rinse and dry your plums then cut them in half, removing the pit. Toss in balsamic in a glass baking dish and top with a pinch of smoked salt. Roast at 375 for 4-5 minutes. I don't even know that this counts as a recipe, it's that easy.

Serve over mixed greens with blue cheese and just pour your roasting juices from the plums over the salad as a dressing. It's a delight.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Let's Hear It For The Boys

It's the morning after and strange as it probably sounds, I feel better about my life and the people in it today than before I got mugged last night. I mean people (neighbors, bankers, cops, friends, lovers) just stepped up.

If I have to pick my favorite part about getting mugged (thus far... the day is young), it has to be the protective outrage already coming from the various males in my life. Don't get me wrong, I'm an independent woman and I held my own last night. You never fight with someone who has a weapon but once he took off, I chased him vigorously while shouting some fairly colorful iterations of the word "fuck."

In fairness, not exactly sure what I thought I was going to do if I caught up to him but I know I at least rattled him with my crazy eyes and Banshee-Cossack temper. According to his rap sheet, I also have an inch and 10 lbs on this kid. Too bad I didn't have a hammer. Hammer trumps screwdriver.

Back to the boys. I am both warmed and amused by the testosterone-laced bravado that has ensued into today from man and beast alike:

The Epicurious Chemist: "Although Jamieson looks far larger than I am, if you ever get a bad feeling or something and you need someone to make sure shit's alright, let me or Lisa know. She is armed with pepper spray and I am armed with guns of solid muscle. And an uncanny knowledge of old Jean Claude van Damme movies. I'll go Lionheart on some punk ass kids."

Bri: "You let me know if I need to come up there. Too bad Alex had already left(Bri's brother was staying chez TKTC this weekend). He would have put a vicious beating in place on behalf of the family."

Jaimeson (via this morning's facebook status): " Jaimeson is trying to be calm about TKTC getting mugged. 'A head for a tooth,' says the angry Greeklastname."

Branner the Puppy (by way of D):"Branner's gonna throw down on those guys."

My dad was en route to the UK when everything went down so Mom and I have made the executive decision not to tell him as I am fine. The only thing scarier than a big Greek manfriend is my big Russian Dad (the furious and irate edition).

Pity the fool.

Screwed: The True Story of How I Got Mugged By A Tool


I had a nice weekend. I'll have pictures and stories to come later in the week to that point but it was all rather unfortunately overshadowed by this evening. It started when I took my disposable camera to get developed. The one with all my England pics on it etc.

On the walk home, around 6ish on a GORGEOUS Sunday evening, I was on the phone with my darling Kimmy getting the details of her engagement. I was about to unlock my back door when someone grabbed my bag from behind me. I turned around and a young man told me he wanted my purse. My initial response was to tell him to go fuck himself but then he pulled out what looked like a knife. At that point, just gave him the bag and he ran down an alley. But there was a man walking his dog at the other end who stopped. And then there's me on the other end now on the phone with 911 and screaming expletives at said motherfucker.

So he runs through an empty lot, where he is seen by two other neighbors getting into a car being driven by his little comrade. One such neighbor offers that I get in her car and we will pursue. So I do. And other people have now noticed this erratic car or the boy who doesn't seem to belong to the bag.

The cops arrive and pick up me and the girl who has volunteered to leave her car to come with. Maybe 15 minutes have passed. They have the guy already about 5 blocks away. I ID him from the back of my cop car (view up top) and the only thing left on him is my iPod. Which, don't get me wrong, I am VERY grateful to have.

They also get the weapon. Not a knife. A screwdriver. The irony of getting screwed via screwdriver. What else is missing though? Two debit cards belonging to two fantastically empty bank accounts, 1 driver's license, 1 set of car keys and one set of office keys. And a nice bag. Oh and for the purpose of instant gratification... about $1.78.

This is where things turn upward and people really are genuinely good. BEYOND this other girl ID'ing the "perp" (that he was even FOUND is a glory), my bank shutting down the operative debit card (apparently picked up by some other tools once the "perps" tossed the whole bag sans iPod) as soon as it met it's second south side gas station and me being pissed but totally unharmed.

Great Karma Moments over the next 6 hours (Just got home):
1) Someone ELSE called the cops when they saw what was happening from a balcony and even got the car's PLATE numbers which is how the cops nabbed them so fast.

2) My landlord from my last apartment (the one on my license) called. A doctor from a nearby hospital came across my license in a gutter and DROVE it to the address listed to return it to me. He left his card with my ID. What a NICE thing to do!!! And maybe he's a cute doctor:)

3) Just kidding (kind've). Jaimeson was by some miracle online in Norway and was able to chat me down a bit. Even if he's halfway round the world, it's comforting to have a gigantic Greek man ready to rough up anyone and everyone on your behalf.

4) The officers and detectives were great. The case was so open/shut that the state's attorney even agreed to do things over the phone so I was there for 6 hours rather than 12 (though that felt like awhile).

5) AND the detectives got me McDonalds when they drove me home. AND gave me $10 (technically forced $10 on me) because I have access to nothing else barring a small bag of dimes in my desk. And in my downtime, they told me gang stories. Needless to say, I will not be out of "material" for awhile.

6) Last but certainly not least...the England photos were the only thing in my bag that were irreplaceable. BUT since I'm a vain little ho, I get them on disc so I can edit before committing to physical prints. Because of the disc factor, I called Walgreen's from the station and there's a fresh one waiting for me there tomorrow:)

More than anything I'm struck by three things:
  • People are good. Sure, some of them are shitheads but many many more of them are good.
  • That could have gone very differently. I am unhurt. Obviously a little shaken but I feel very lucky to have such great neighbors paying attention and happy that I didn't freak out at the time.
  • Last....there are two 17 year olds who just signed away 3-5 years of their lives for an iPod and $1.78. Yes, they did something very wrong. Yes, they deserve to be punished. But I'd be lying to you if I said I didn't feel a little guilty right now that 2 more teenagers are going to prison and they don't even understand that yet. Minimum of 3 years for armed robbery. Three years ago, I was about to graduate from college. Three years from now I am a world of opportunity compounded. Three years is a long time. And it's sure as shit worth more than my iPod of 3,500 folk songs and $1.78.
I'm sure this isn't the last you'll hear of this...I'm exhausted but after 5 hours of simply staring at (below), I've done some thinking. See you in court.