Quarantine Watch (and eats)
This will be a quick one. If you’re new here, I’m probably one of the most disorganized bloggers on the planet. To even call this a blog is an insult to bloggers. You won’t find any consistency here.
I watched The Highwaymen on Netflix over the past few days. Kevin Costner and Woody Harrelson are two Texas Rangers on the trail of Bonnie and Clyde. I give it a thumbs up. Formulaic and predictable, but that’s ok. It’s based on real events, so how unpredictable can you get.
Two aging lawmen on the trail of some ruthless killers, killers with an adoring fan following. The film portrays the lawmen as living with the scars of a violent life. I appreciated that the film didn’t simplify those scars with a single scene of two men around a fire gazing into the distance, pondering the decisions they’ve made in the name of justice. Movies do that too often. A hasty allusion to the burden of living by the sword, quickly replaced by a love letter to their noble burden. I thought Woody Harrelson convincingly conveyed the anguish of killing people, no matter the arguments of the greater good.
The film looked at other grey areas, too. For example, there’s the idea that these two Texas Rangers are well-suited to catch the elusive Bonnie and Clyde because they’re willing to step over the line themselves, bend the rules. I won’t spoil that for you. That sort of thing always plays well in movies. Dirty Harry, Bad Boys, The Untouchables, 24, any cop movie ever made. It feels a lot less entertaining when it happens in real life. Art imitates life imitates art.
I had a great (by my standards) lunch/dinner while I watched that movie. Something of a milestone for me, too. It was the first time I’d ever cooked fingerling potatoes. I bought a bag of them about a week or so ago and was worried about them going off. No idea how long potatoes last. I used this Williams Sonoma recipe for sautéed fingerling potatoes. They turned out ok. I combined them with spinach, pinto beans, and two fried eggs.
Today I made an attempt at a French omelette. I don’t really know the difference between an omelette and a French omelette. I just know that I associate regular omelettes with Denny’s fluffy monstrosities. The French omelette somehow seems saner. I must be on a Williams Sonoma kick. I watched this video. I decided to use the cooking experiment as a chance to practice with audio, so if you want to hear the world’s worst cook fumble through the process, here ya go. (I just realized that I forgot to double check the audio levels…ughh…that’s the point of doing these things is to practice in Adobe Audition.)