STEPH DEROSA: DINNER WITH DEROSA >>>

Since I gave the Olympia Farmers Market a big holla! in last week’s printed Weekly Volcano, I figured I needed to back it up with a little exploration.  It doesn’t matter what the weather is like in Olympia that Farmer’s Market is always rockin’ with plenty of area under cover.  And I don’t mean undercover in a Huggy Bear kid of way; I mean they have that place under a wooden roof.

My meal for this week’s dinner will be made from the fresh local ingredients found at the Olympia Farmer’s Market.

Let’s stop pretending you don’t like Celtic music.  The band playing for our dinner is the righteous Gaelica band. We had a blast moving our bodies to the sound and my 5 year old twirled like you’ve never seen her twirl before.  I’d like to clarify that if you do in fact click on the band’s name link above, I am not the person who posted that video.  I’d love to take credit for the clever screen name “theunabonger,” but unfortunately it is not I.

A super friendly and ridiculously cool person I met that day was Heidi from Fossilwear. Fossilwear is hippie wear at its finest.  Hand-dyed hemp clothing will never die.  NEVER!

It’s fun to ask bartender Brian at Doyle’s Public House for his hot nuts.  Trust me, as old as it may get for Brian to hear it, it never gets old to my friend Gayle Selden when she asks him. Unfortunately, it’s not as fun to ask the lovely Jane Frueh for her hot nuts.  Nope, not as fun.  She’s amazingly nice and has a great smile, but she’s no Brian.  Her hot nuts, on the other hand, are to die for. I have never tasted a heaping helping of heavenly hot nuts like these. 

Dollface and Long Haired David are my next two guests.  I was intrigued when I met them, and they were high when they met me.  Or something.

When I asked Dollface the background of his clothing he answered me with this:
“You vanilla people have Halloween, us other people get to have the rest of the year.”  Wait, what?  Did he just call me “vanilla”?  Oh no he di-in’t!  That motherfucker.  Hey, dude, I would never judge you or anyone else based on how they dressed, so how dare you try and pass the “vanilla” judgment on me?  He obviously has no idea who he’s talking to. Call me vanilla, I’ll show him a flavor he can’t refuse.  Besides, I think I’m more of a rocky road / banana split kinda gal anyway. 

In order to burn off all this anger I was going to need some meditation.  I needed some sweaty hot yoga.  While I was at Bikram Yoga Center in Tacoma I ran into Candis Kanabel and Katie Hadley.  I run into Candis everywhere, almost on a weekly basis.  We met at a Babblin’ Babs Bistro dinner in April, and now we seem to bump into each other all around town.  The three of us just finished up an excruciating but very cleansing 90 minute Bikram Yoga session.  They kicked us out because we were sweating on the furniture as we chatted after class, so we had to take the fun outside.  I can’t wait to catch up with them even more at dinner this week.

Mangiamo!