tears, gelato, kolach

Last night I had the chance to watch a movie I haven't seen since college, Москва слезам не верит . It is a little blackly humorous to list this film as a comedy, but that is Russian cinema for you, always transgressive. Regardless of the section it is listed in, this is an excellent film about living, love and loss. One of the reasons I like it so much is because it is so very present in the period of time it occurs during, approximately 1958 to 1978.

My friend Mike has never eaten kolache. He didn't even know what they were! Tragic, very tragic. I have to remind myself he spent a lot of time living in Oklahoma, so he has been deprived. I should make a list of all my favorite places to get kolach and have a kolach tasting party. In theory, I should also learn to make my own. But any excuse to wander the Hill Country I suppose. Too bad it isn't festival time.

The weather is taking a turn for the grey. Alas. I should get out the door before it does try to rain or anything.

like a kiss on the mouth

Shady grey, and sometimes there is a little break in the light. I had lunch at Shady Grove with Sarah - beer, cheese fries and burger. Not healthy per se, but satisfying. An ambulance turned into the parking lot by mistake, and later three police cars. I don't want to know, I said to myself as I pulled out on the street. Ran my errands, and came home in time to enjoy the silence of the afternoon.

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I just found a bakery/cafe type place in town that serves a fried green tomato BLT. I really think I need to eat this sandwich. A Trip To Bountiful is reviewed in the Chronicle this week.