October 2008



Halloween night. After nine years in this neighborhood, I finally have a restaurant that I adore almost as much as Al Di La. The cooks at Palo Santo can do magical things with pigs and pumpkins and boar and such. It’s tucked back on a residential brownstone block. Amen.

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Aaron Taschjan came by today to talk and drink Coke Classic and play guitar. We played through the three songs I wrote on the Wurly this week. Three songs I care about in five days a lot for me. They are ‘Burnin,” ‘Car,’ and ‘Australia’ – the lattermost being something of a subdued rock opera. Yesterday Byron was over to talk and drink homemade iced tea and play bass. I’m excited to record these songs soon. I can feel the album as a whole now, a-comin’ down the lane.

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Avoid overwhipping the egg mixture, especially if you’ve included a milk product such as half and half. Whipping introduces tiny air bubbles, which can cause an unsavory spongy effect during baking.

Your friend in the kitchen,
Megan

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Toying with a new song about a refugee in Australia. I can’t tell yet if it’s absurd.

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Brooklyn was blustery wind-swept today, with Biblical rains pounding my window out to 4th Avenue. I finished (mostly) a song I started yesterday, called “Burnin.” Feels a bit silly to leave the ‘g’ off, but that’s what the song calls for. I wrote the song on my Wurly.

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Blinding sun today.

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