sweet emotion
yesterday marked my last day game of the season (unless someone throws free or deeply discounted tickets my way). i'm more of a night game kind of girl; i like whipping out my beanie, gloves, and blanket, and huddling with my hot chai in one hand and the other clapping my knee in time with the fans' rowdy "let's go oakland" chant. so cheers to my last sweltering game under the sun, but boo to the season coming to a close soon.
yesterday's game celebrated the philadelphia athletics, and the game, with the a's taking on the visiting white sox, focused on all things 1929. as the coliseum became shibe park (for a few hours), we turned back the clock with cheap tickets (for those who didn't buy theirs earlier in the season,unlike me), a classic car parade, 50 cent peanuts, a dance performance featuring the charleston, cream and royal blue uniforms, player nicknames, and warm-ups to songs of old like "singing in the rain."
playing on our theme, i brushed tons of phyllo dough, crushed almonds, and took my first swipe at baklava. or in this case, turn bak-the-clock-lava. the recipe, from this month's vegetarian times, was pretty easy, and i subbed a mix of yogurt butter and earth balance for butter, mainly because 2 1/2 sticks of butter is a lot!
wrapping each slice in plastic wrap (to protect the pitchers' fingers from ensuing stickiness), i carefully boxed about ten triangle pieces. i had hoped that sitting in the 3rd row would make delivery (warning: baking pun alert!) a piece of cake, but with a family of four to my right, and the heat keeping the pitchers in the shade or near the dugout, i resorted to gently tossing the box to everyone's favorite yaley, craig breslow, somewhere around the 5th.
and to add to the day's upswing, the a's, battling a tight game, several questionable calls, and an ejected manager, won the game. sweet.
yesterday's game celebrated the philadelphia athletics, and the game, with the a's taking on the visiting white sox, focused on all things 1929. as the coliseum became shibe park (for a few hours), we turned back the clock with cheap tickets (for those who didn't buy theirs earlier in the season,unlike me), a classic car parade, 50 cent peanuts, a dance performance featuring the charleston, cream and royal blue uniforms, player nicknames, and warm-ups to songs of old like "singing in the rain."
playing on our theme, i brushed tons of phyllo dough, crushed almonds, and took my first swipe at baklava. or in this case, turn bak-the-clock-lava. the recipe, from this month's vegetarian times, was pretty easy, and i subbed a mix of yogurt butter and earth balance for butter, mainly because 2 1/2 sticks of butter is a lot!wrapping each slice in plastic wrap (to protect the pitchers' fingers from ensuing stickiness), i carefully boxed about ten triangle pieces. i had hoped that sitting in the 3rd row would make delivery (warning: baking pun alert!) a piece of cake, but with a family of four to my right, and the heat keeping the pitchers in the shade or near the dugout, i resorted to gently tossing the box to everyone's favorite yaley, craig breslow, somewhere around the 5th.
and to add to the day's upswing, the a's, battling a tight game, several questionable calls, and an ejected manager, won the game. sweet.
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