Monday, November 01, 2004
My husband is very kind and indulgent of me--he calls himself an opera widow but understands the place opera has had in my life since I was seven years old.
Sunday I went down to New York City to see the world premiere of HAROUN AND THE SEA OF STORIES, based on a childrens' book by Salman Rushdie. The production again was delightful and the performance excellent but the music by a respected composer of orchestral music, Charles Wuorinen, was no fit with the story at all. Two and a quarter hours of heavy, percussive atonal music for a light as a feather story like one of the Arabian Nights fairy tales.
After so full a weekend and a crazy day today, I spent the evening quietly at home preserving the last tomatoes in the garden. It was so cold when I got to the house I decided to bring in all the remaining green tomatoes, which turned out to be almost fifteen pounds worth, and make green tomato chutney. I sauté two big chopped onions in olive oil with salt, curry powder and crushed walnuts. When the onions are translucent I add the coarsely diced tomatoes and some dried fruit--chopped dried apricots or raisins. I simmer on low, stirring every five minutes or so, and there it is. Karl, do you approve?