Showing posts with label Madison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Madison. Show all posts

02 October, 2026

Beer and chops

Sadly I wasn't able to grill pork chops yesterday due to the rain and so they were ovenbound.

I began preparing dinner by busting open a Bare Cheeks from Lake Louie.


It was quite tasty, with some nice banana notes and restrained clove taste. Since the hefeweizen was my brother's favorite beer style, some warm memories came to mind taking that first sip.

I went to the Northside Farmers' Market last Sunday and made an impulse purchase - some BBQ rub.


I'd never heard of Underground BBQ and my spice rack was devoid of any spice blends to use as a base for a rub and so I figured I'd look to a local for help. With pork chops and chicken in my freezer, I went with the Chicken Rub.


A fine rub! It was mellow in that the pepper didn't provide heat and there was a slight sweetness to it which balanced all of the earthy-smoky flavors from the paprika. I think the addition or coriander also helped give it a bit of a sprightly taste.

22 September, 2026

In Between Days (Go see some art!)

The significant other of a friend of mine has some of her paintings on display at the Overture Center. Her exhibit is called "In Between Days" and is in the Rotunda Gallery. Learn more about her work at her website and head down to the OC for some fine art.

15 September, 2026

(Tits, winkle, and) vibraphone

We went to the North Side Farmers Market on Sunday and the vibraphone guy was rockin'.


It was nice to see chilies again as they were all but absent on our UK trip. I think Scoville units are an unknown concept there.

01 September, 2026

Scenes, 1 September 2026

On my walk to the bus stop, I discovered that the park was covered in an eldritch fog.


At the BRT stop, the sky looked wonderful.


The new apartments at Hill Farms are getting there.


It's hard to believe that it's September already.

30 August, 2026

Just one drink

Yesterday I went down to Orton Park for the festival, specifically, to see Loving Cup, Madison's premiere Rolling Stones cover band. I talked to their bassist last month after a Los Lobos show so I wanted to hear some good tunes and show my support.

Despite a persistent drizzle, the crowd grew to be sizeable by the end of their set.

They apparently do Stones tunes from 1967-1978, in this case, from "Ruby Tuesday" to "Miss You". I used to work with singer Cat Capellaro and hadn't seen her in ages. Madison Latin jazz hero and political hopeful Tony CastaƱeda played all manner of percussion. I didn't recognize the dummer and it occurred to me that Loving Cup must be one of the few Gex X aged bands in town that Geoff Brady doesn't drum for.

"Ruby Tuesday" had real recorder!


It was a load of fun and, if I see them again, I think I'll yell for "Silver Train".

How much is that face in the window?

I dunno if this belongs to someone who works at BMO or Senior Helpers but it was a bit eerie regardless. I appreciate that someone cleaned the window for him.

20 August, 2026

The tastes of Tibet and August

Earlier this week I was looking for restaurants to take the daughter of a friend out for dinner. She's a student at UW and I wanted to buy her a good meal before the semester starts and she's eating almost exclusively on the go fare. Plus, I wanted to give her the apples and apple cider doughnuts I bought for her at Lapacek's Orchard on opening day. I found Tibet Kitchen and thought it'd fit the bill with several vegetarian options and an uncommon cuisine. Well, not that uncommon, it turns out.

My ladyfriend did a search and found that there are, in fact, 4 restaurants in town serving Tibetan food. Not bad for a city of only around 300,000 people.

We began with the vegan momos that had these lamprey mouth-like openings on top. They were scrumptious, laden with cabbage. A tasty sauce burst out with the first bite. The dipping sauce had some nice heat.


The co-ed got one of the stir fries but I cannot recall which. She vacuumed it up in short order. I forgot just how much 20 year-olds eat.


My ladyfriend enjoyed a big bowl of mokthuk, Tibetan dumpling soup. She allowed me a sample and I can testify that it was delicious.


I went a bit overboard, I must admit. First, I got a big plate of cucumber salad which was crisp and cool with a hint of spice. Sorry cucumber fans, no photo. Next was a big ol' plate of sauteed baby bok choy. They did not pull any punches when it came to the garlic.


Finally, I got a big bowl of thenthuk, a noodle soup with plenty of flat noodles.


Also not shown was a swirl of tingmo, Tibetan bread. I know nothing about it but I can tell you that it had a nice grainy taste and proved to be the quicker picker upper as it absorbed the garlic sauce from the bok choy with ease.

Every bite was delicious and portions were generous. The co-ed went home with a full belly.


A return visit is in order.

With a surfeit of apples - Scarlets, I've been thinking about what to do with them. The first thing that came to mind was to cook them with pork. And so I paired the pork chops in my refrigerator with a Scarlet stuffing.

I threw them in the oven smothered in kraut.


I also made corn on the cob with the ears I bought at Lapacek's over the weekend.

My photo:


My ladyfriend's (better) photo:


While the corn wasn't mega-sweet, it was still delicious. And the chops turned out well. More apples next time. Still, a nice meal to welcome in the bounty of the early harvest.

Walk, 20 August 2026

Mushrooms are in full bloom down the street.

Nature cares not for the bike path.

Evidence of autumn '26.

Enjoy the flowers while they're still around.

There are a few walnut trees along E. Washington by Highway 30.




The trees of Washington Manor Park.


19 August, 2026

Learn how to polka at The Bur Oak

You can't paint the blues without Primer*

It had been a while since I'd seen John Primer perform but didn't realize that the last time I did was way back in 2009. Where does the time go?


There really isn't a bad seat in the house at The North Street Cabaret and I was up front stage left.

Primer is one of few remaining Chicago blues connections to all the greats that had so much influence on rock music. In his 80s now, he came to Chicago in the early 1960s and got his start at the Maxwell Street Market before getting a regular gig at the legendary Theresa's Lounge where he played with Buddy Guy, Junior Wells, Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, and on and on.

Just after 8 the band stepped onto the stage. The harp player, Steve Bell, strapped on his ammo belt of harmonicas, drummer Lenny Media took a seat behind his kit, and bassist Melvin Smith strapped on his 5-string. And, of course, Primer grabbed one of his guitars and they started playing the blues.

Speaking of blues, someone needs to write a song for Willow who is at my feet meowing. Something like the "Got No Churu Blues".

The treats are gone, Skippy
And kibble just won't do
That little dish is empty
I've got the no Churu blues

Poor cat.

I just found out that Bell is the son of the legendary Corey Bell. No wonder he was so effin' good. Everyone was great, truth be told. I really loved Media's playing. He knew exactly when to throw in these perfect, short fills. Just wonderful. Sorry I didn't get a good photo of him in action.


The night was a mix of classics such as "Mannish Boy" and "I'm Your Hoochie Coochie Man" and newer tunes - "Chicago" and "Tough Times" come to mind, the latter having been (co-?)written by his daughter. I am not very familiar with Primer's catalogue and am struggling to recall song names but can tell you that there were more than a couple times when the band just hit a groove and it was absolutely sublime. Primer and Bell traded solos while the rhythm section held things down for them. Simply fantastic.

A woman behind me was dancing and, although the rest of us weren't quite so animated, everyone was having a good time. I even saw a smattering of folks younger than me.

Ooh! They played "Across the Universe" as the opener of the second set. Neat! Also for the second set I sat next to Primer's granddaughter. I chatted with her a little bit and she was such a nice woman. And, improbably, she lives in the Madison area. She told me that she had gone to college and was a poet but that she was looking to go back to school. Best of luck to her.

The show ended with a spirited "Got My Mojo Working" which was awesome.

It was a great night and I see that Primer returns to The North Street Cabaret on 27 February. I plan to be there.

*I stole this from his website.

16 August, 2026

Goodbye my sylvan neighbor

On Friday evening as I walking down my block I noticed a sandwich board thingy and stopped to read it.


I was touched by the impending loss of this sylvan friend. Judging by its size, I'd guess that it is original to the neighborhood - probably planted in 1946 or '47. Perhaps it has succumbed to disease. Sad.

I felt it really neat that the owners created the sign and publicly acknowledged the tree's fate. Rather than being an isolated action of the property owner, it was cast as a communal loss.


14 August, 2026

Shrooms

A neighbor's yard is home to a plethora of mushrooms, real and simulacra. Just look at that big Arecibo dish shroom.


My ladyfriend says these are pleated inkcaps.

12 August, 2026

Stay off the Yahara River in early November

The Dave Matthews Band will be in town for a show on 4 November so put those canoes and kayaks away until they're safely out of town.

09 August, 2026

Just when you thought the war on the Eastern Front couldn't get any worse

I'd swear that I've read a book dedicated to Operation Barbarossa or, at least the Battle of Stalingrad but cannot for the life of me recall which one. I scanned my bookshelf a couple times but nothing on the topic that I have already read.

What a horror story. The whole, um, shootin' match, so to speak. If two armies fighting isn't bad enough, there's life on the front with lice and boot shortages, and so on. Winter settles in and everyone - combatants and civilians alike - suffer from frostbite, if they don't freeze to death. In Stalingrad civilians endured the horror of urban warfare. If there weren't bombs being dropped on them, there were artillery shells. If death wasn't coming out of the sky, it was coming from Wehrmacht soldiers out on the street attempting to take the city block by block.

And then, when the Germans retreated, they raped and pillaged and destroyed what they could on their headlong flight back to the Fatherland. The Poles suffered horrendously when the Wehrmacht was making their way east and did so yet again with the surviving armies in retreat. Desperation, starvation, ripping fetuses out of pregnant women's bellies - the sheer horror and depravity boggles the mind.

And so I had some background going into Geoffrey Megargee's War of Annihilation.

The book's subtitle is "Combat and Genocide on the Eastern Front, 1941" and Megargee brings in the Nazi's attempts to kill the Jews they encountered as they plunged into the Soviet Union, a tact that I had never encountered before.

The photograph above doesn't really betray it, but the tome is fairly short - about 150 pages of exposition. It begins with the proximate origins of German antipathy towards Jews and Slavs.

Put simply, by 1900 many Germans had come to believe in their complete superiority over other peoples, while they also felt that Germany stood under threat from all sides. Foreigners, and especially the Slavs and Jews of central and eastern Europe, became the focus of increasing distrust and hostility.

This is followed by a section demonstrating how the Wehrmacht commanders capitulated to Hitler's demands regarding racial matters.

Let me back up a bit. Megargee notes how the history of Operation Barbarossa has come down to us in large part via the memoirs and testimonies of German commanders, that the losers have written a lot of the history here.

Thus, for reasons both innocent and insidious, their accounts constitute a mix of truth, half-truth, omission, and outright lies that has been difficult to untangle. Professional historians, for their part, skeptical though they were, often did not pick up on the problems in the Germans' accounts.

Wehrmacht generals, not unsurprisingly, blamed Hitler for basically everything. They were just following orders. But Megargee shows how the upper echelons of the Germany military had defied civilian authorities in the past yet they went along with Hitler's genocidal policies in World War 2. Their views were in accord with Hitler's.

What was new to me here was that the German invasion of the Soviet Union wasn't merely about Lebensraum and natural resources such as oil from the Caucasus.

This was to be, quite literally, a Vernichtungskrieg, a war of annihilation, in which the army would take an active role in pursuing National Socialism's racist goals.

The book proceeds to give a very high level overview of Operation Barbarossa in 1941 punctuated with episodes demonstrating how the horrific Nazi racial attitudes and polices were put into practice.

While there were field commanders who had no interest in pursuing the Nazi's genocidal intentions, very few protested. Some individual soldiers risked their lives showing kindness to the civilians caught up in the battles, but they were few and far between.

It's difficult to find words that have the emotional impact to describe the events in the book. So many people call those with whom they have a disagreement with "Nazis" that it feels like most people have little to no idea about real Nazis, what they stood for and what they did. Someone called J.K. Rowling a "nazi" for advocating for women-only spaces - biological women, that is.

This is what real Nazis did:

Here we see an SS death squad murdering a Jewish family in Ukraine. Can you imagine how deranged one must be to shoot a woman holding her child like that?!

Megargee documents the treatment of the countless Russian soldiers who surrendered to the Germans. The injured were left to die in agony, some were just shot on the spot, while others were sent back to Germany to fill the labor gaps left by the men sent off to fight the war. We learn of how some POW camps had no shelter whatsoever from the elements so Russian soldiers curled up fetal on the ground totally exposed to the elements. With food becoming an ever precious commodity in Germany, rations for the Russian laborers was constantly being lowered.

SS Einsatzgruppen, that is Nazi SS death squads, followed the Wehrmacht east to carry out Hitler's sadistic policies to eliminate Jews and they often times enlisted the help of the Wehermacht as well as local police to do their dirty work. The numbers are absolutely appalling.

The Einsatzgruppe, together with a battalion of Order Police, also killed another seven thousand Jews in the Mogilev (present day Belarus) ghetto on October 2-3 and 19. Fewer than one thousand of the inhabitants remained alive to be placed in a forced labor camp. Another seven to eight thousand Jews in Polotsk and seven thousand Jews in Borisov were also killed. To those figures one can also add over 1,500 mental patients that the Einsatzgruppe killed in improvised gas chambers in Mogilev.

The use of Zyklon B was pioneered during Operation Barbarossa.

In the Ukraine in addition to mentioning the shootings at Babi Yar (Ukraine) the previous month, Ensatzgruppe C reported killing 3,145 Jews in Zhitomir...A further 410 Jews were killed in Cherson...The report, which also included Einsatzgruppe D's operations, mentioned the liquidation of 4,891 Jews in the region east of the Dnieper - and actually we know that the figure only covers the first half of the month.

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Other murder squads, for example, killed ten to twelve thousand Jews on October 12 in the city of Stanislau, in Galacia. The next day, Higher SS and Police Leader Jeckeln had an Order Police battalion shoot approximately eleven thousand Jews in Dnepropetrovsk. Including those figures, even this incomplete accounting brings the number killed in October to over ninety thousand, most of them Jews, and not including prisoners of war or civilians whom the army eliminated.

At one point Megargee describes how Wehrmacht commanders had to remove their soldiers from their grisly genocidal duties because killing thousands and thousands of civilians was taking its mental toll on the men. I cannot imagine what that does to a person.

German war planners used language in their correspondence filled with euphemism such as "necessary harshness" and "special tasks". Despite their hatred of Jews and pride at being part of Hitler's machine, many Nazis were reluctant to plainly describe their genocidal orders.

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So much food for thought here. Let me begin with the banal.

While Operation Barbarossa brings to mind divisions of Panzer tanks rolling across the steppes creating safe passage for the German equivalent of deuce and a half's, the Germans used hundreds of thousands of horses for transport. The number 160,000 sticks out but I cannot recall if that was the number killed in 1941 or for the entire campaign. Perhaps even for a single month in 1941. Regardless, Operation Barbarossa was not kind to our equine friends.

Another observation of the mundane: why did the Germans seek to replace the rail track in the Soviet Union instead of just capturing Soviet rolling stock? (I think German tracks were of a narrower gauge.) Jesus, laying thousands of miles of track was an enormous undertaking. No wonder it took ages for supplies and reinforcements to arrive. Not enough Soviet locomotives and rail cars?

Concomitant to this is Megargee's observation that German war planners gave logistics an inferior position beneath operations. They were outlining what they wanted to do on the battlefield heedless of whether the soldiers doing the fighting had enough ammo, food, or clothing. It's easy in retrospect to look at the Nazi's mistakes and say "Duh!" but I am very glad they made them.

Reading War of Annihilation reminded me that anyone linking someone to the Nazis - the real Nazis - over political disagreements is a fool who deserves all the slander and libel lawsuits that the law in their country allows. Their ideas are not to be taken seriously and should be viewed simply as someone out to hurt those with whom they disagree and not someone who has anything substantive to contribute to a conversation.

Secondly, I was reminded of the great capacity of your ordinary average non-megalomaniac to both ignore and to perpetrate the most heinous deeds. Most people aren't August Landmesser.

Most people are happy to go along with prevailing winds and very few are willing to risk tacking their own course. Good men do nothing all too often.

Lastly, a police officer killed a suspect last month here in Madison and the police chief's press conference was interrupted by protestors, at least one of whom yelled "Zero power to Zionists...." I find this injection of "Zionism" into a situation not all related to Israel to be profoundly disturbing. If we in the United States have our own Kristallnacht, it will be lead by zealots of the Left bearing placards featuring George Floyd's face and, I fear, a lot of good people will do nothing.

Comestibles

I met a friend down at Working Draft Beer earlier this week. My neighbor was there behind the bar doing his thing - I think he's a taproom manager - and he came over as I was sitting at the bar to offer his expertise. I was perusing the maltier side of of the beer menu and he helpfully remarked that the German pils, Hindsight, was freshly tapped. Well, within the last 24 hours.

That settled it.


Oh, it was tasty! A delicate crackery malt with a gentle spicy hoppiness. Working Draft has become the go-to lager spot in town. They're also the go-to smoke beer joint as well. It hasn't been too long since their smoked hefeweizen was on tap and now they've got a rauch Dortmunder Export available for my delectation. Madison is not Bamberg but thanks to Clint and company, there is fresh rauchbier to be had a few times (or more) a year for those of us with refined, smoky tastes.

The next day my ladyfriend and I went to Chicken Licks (nƩe Lips) to satisfy her craving for Buffalo wings. I think my visit there a couple weeks back triggered a spicy, fowl desire in her brain. Because it is her way, she ordered for me and about 15 minutes later I was presented with a basket of chicken wings at Original Sexy Level 3 hotness.


I think that, had they been any spicier, I may have suffered a medical incident. A couple wings in, my right eye began to tear up which, of course, caused my nose to run. Oddly enough, my left eye never watered at all.  Was this due to the angle at which the wings entered my mouth? Perhaps I favor my right side when eating them and a chili miasma crept up to my eye.

Very, very hot yet I could still taste the chicken and the chili flavor.

I think that the kitchen offers yet further levels of fiery goodness for chiliheaded gluttony.

Yesterday at the grocery store I saw more autumnal flavors on the shelves. This time they were accompanied by those generally associated with Christmastime.


Apple season hasn't even started yet the pepperminty flavor of Christmas is here. Uff da!

03 August, 2026

Who cares

Why is the genesis of the bar's name relevant? The movement, however small, to save the place is about its history and the people who frequented it, not about how the place got its name. Why write an article to shit on the name "Wonder Bar"? Grasping at straws.

24 July, 2026

Back 40. Ish. Back .25, maybe.


The yard was all aglow one recent evening, even if it was a bit smoky.

Snake sighting

On a recent trek downtown, I came across a snake named Steve who was next to the City-County Building where Mayor Satya Rhodes-Conway plotted her reelection inside.


Cat!