is this land made for you and me?

This weekend I went to two dinner parties, and at the second, my host reminded me that I hadn't been keeping up with my blogging. It's always a boost to hear that someone cares whether I blog or I don't, so Kathee, this one's for you.

Friday night's party was a theme party. Not only were we asked to bring a contribution to the lovely meal (whose mean course consisted of an unusual and delicious eggplant and olive lasagna), we were also requested to bring along something that reflected our personal notion of independence. We heard poems by Rainer Maria Rilke and Mark Strand, pondered the etymology of the word "independence" (roughly it means "not hanging from something else"), and watched an excerpt from Merce Cunningham's Beach Birds.

My own contribution was to play "This Land Is Your Land" as performed by Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings. (Listen to a sample here.) I love the way that Sharon Jones makes this song her own, fully immersing it in a funky soul vernacular, altering the phrasing ever so slightly. The opening bars entail a wary and tentative effort at patriotic brassiness, but the funky beat that immediately follows takes the song a new direction. Woody Guthrie's classic paeon to the American landscape is best known for its evocation of the Redwood Forest, the Gulf Stream waters, and New York Island. But it is also a critique of efforts to privatize such spaces:

As I was walkin'  -  I saw a sign there
And that sign said - no tress passin'
But on the other side  .... it didn't say nothin!
Now that side was made for you and me!

The song also poses a question that is as poignant today as when it was written in 1956:

In the squares of the city - In the shadow of the steeple
Near the relief office - I see my people
And some are grumblin' and some are wonderin'
If this land's still made for you and me.

Rather than examples of independence, both this white man's song and this black woman's treatment of it strike me as a fine example of interdependence: the ways in which Woody Guthrie needs Sharon Jones, the ways in which we need this land, the ways in which "you and me" need each other.

I know you're all asking yourselves, "Well what did you bring to the dinner?" I brought a white bean salad with zucchini and parmesan, an easy-to-make dish that seemed to go over well with the guests. There's no cooking involved, so it's perfect for the summer:

White Bean Salad with Zucchini and Parmesan

2 cans (15.5 oz.) white (cannellini) beans, rinsed and drained
3/4 lbs. zucchini (2 small), trimmed and quartered lengthwise, then thinly sliced
4 oz. green beans, trimmed and thinly sliced on the diagonal (about 3/4 cup)
2 oz. fresh parmesan, crumbled (about 1/2 cup)
1/2 cup fresh basil leaves, torn into small pieces
grated zest and juice of 2 lemons
1 tbsp. olive oil
coarse salt and ground pepper (to taste)

In a medium bowl, place all the ingredients and toss to combine.

I know it's sounds odd to include uncooked green beans, but if you cut them into small, thin rounds, they add a lovely crunch to the salad. Try it, and let me know what you think.

The second party was a small affair that began with mojitos.
For those of you who haven't had the pleasure of sipping on mojitos at the end of a warm summer's day, here is the blueprint:

Kathee's Mean Mojitos

(serves 4)

4 tbsp. sugar
12 or so mint sprigs
6 tbsp. fresh-squeezed lime juice
6 oz. light rum
club soda
ice

In a cocktail shaker, add ice cubes, sugar, mint leaves, lime juice, and rum. Shake vigorously allowing the sugar to dissolve and the mint to bruise.

Pour into four ice-filled tumblers and top off with club soda. Add a mint sprig and a wedge of lemon for garnish.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Even if, like me, you are wary of sweet drinks or of rum-based drinks, generally, you'll love the mojito. I know we did last night. Kathee was enjoying a non-stop giggle fest.

Dinner entailed giant spring rolls with a variety of fillings: grilled pork, chicken, rice noodles, grated carrots, bean sprouts, mint leaves, cilantro, peanut and hoisin sauces. On the side, we also had spicy tofu, coconut rice, and a sesame kale noodle dish that was exquisite. (If you are reading this, Kathee, post the recipe so I can make it at home.) Our first round of spring rolls involved some minor gaffs (we weren't rolling them tightly enough), but by the time we were on to seconds, we all were a little more adept at rolling and springing.

After dinner, Kathee whooped our collective asses at Scrabble. (Even when she's a boozy mess, Kathee's scrabbilities are awe-inspiring.) I, on the other hand, kicked ass at Upwords. Needless to say, this has become my new favorite game.

Let me know when you want to have mojitos and play Upwords. I'll be there with bells on and Sharon Jones in your CD player.