The Blue Sweater Club
My friend Max and I thought of starting a new club. It'll be called The Blue Sweater Club. All the members will wear blue sweaters. The inspiration came from Max himself, who owns a cashmere cardigan dyed Pantone blue from Japanese fast fashion retailer Uniqlo . His sweater is one shade happier than smurfy. I own two blue sweaters, both V-necks. I had to lop off the sleeves of the cashmere sweater after the elbows deteriorated into holes from overwear (I'm not that much of an egghead to get elbow patches). The cotton version is a cute periwinkle color. I like to wear it with striped blue socks like these. I recently learned that Comme des Garcons designer Rei Kawakubo is also partial to blue knitwear. She's one of us! I need to find more musicians to recruit for The Blue Sweater Club. Miguelito complained that I don't write about music enough to warrant the full name of this blog. So I made a barter with Miguelito's pal Maximus: If he can get me tickets to see The Boredoms when the Japanese noise-art band rolls into L.A. in March, I'll make him a roast chicken. Because I changed the menu at the last minute to Vietnamese chicken curry, Maximus joked that he was going to take me to see Hot Chip instead. My curry is worthy of The Boredoms!
For a side dish, I roasted the leeks left over from the larder that I used to make potato-leek soup last Sunday.
I think this meal is good enough for a two-concert trade. After all, I adhered closely to my mother's recipe, which called for lemongrass, coconut milk, potatoes, carrots, sweet potatoes and big chunks of chicken. Just check out the close-up.