Posts tagged food
Today I went to an urban farm and got complimentary free-range eggs from this cageless hen! They tasted like chocolate! Some kids were there!
Duh.
Before I had a kitchen the size of a thimble, I used to bake quite a lot! I was considering being a Daring Baker, which now seems like a fantasy of having tons of time and money.
Here are the things I baked, in descending order of how much I liked them. I’m making a master list of these posts cause I hope to do a blog redesign rather soon.
Bagels (07.30.09)
Challah (08.31.09)
Blueberry muffins with streusel topping (08.11.09)
Wheat bread (08.24.09)
Gingerbread (12.11.09)
Scones (05.24.09)
Unrelated: I turn 22 this Saturday!
Yesterday I took a short break from freaking out about my thesis/LCD soundsystem tickets in order to celebrate my brother’s impending law school graduation.
OF NOTE:
—> Josh Stern: World’s Most Rational Man admires no one more than Jay-Z (not even Gandhi!) “He came from nothing and now he partially owns the Mets!” Josh says. “And he bangs Beyonce!” He always adds that last part.
—> The cake says “#1 Winner Champion!!!” and it was chocolate with raspberry filling. Josh’s girlfriend made it.
—> Josh Stern: World’s Most Rational Man is on the right in the second picture (in the picture with humans in it, Josh is the second human from left). He asked for Malört for his birthday in March. Malört is a type of schnapps flavored with wormwood that has the flavor of bugspray, citrus, and soap, according to those who have tasted it. Malört Face is a Flickr pool that showcases people’s reactions to tasting the liquor; here is a demonstrative selection from the pool.
Breakfast on Saturday 3/27/10 as prepared by Zoey.
When people told me San Francisco got cold, I always assumed they were lying. Or maybe not lying, exactly, but using wimpy standards for the weather.
They were right. The weather sometimes gets cold, but not in a way that kicks your ass like it does at home. It’s not like the endurance test that is a Chicago winter.
Mostly though, it was sunny and clear, like a camera that was just brought into focus. The walk to Zoey’s apartment was dotted with enormous, brightly colored flowers in exotic (to me) shapes.
“I can’t believe people grow up here and like, expect that everyone lives this way,” I said. The Bay Area is kind of Edenic. You begin to understand the stereotypes that Californians are relaxed and happy (pot helps here). I grew up thinking that the world was flat and mostly gray, and that streets met at right angles.
The stickers on Zoey’s produce were multicolored and mismatched because of all the little produce stores in the area. “Pears are in season year-round here,” she said, and the next morning I took a perfect pear—firm and fat, yellow-green with no bruises—and took a bite. The pith immediately collapsed under my tongue, releasing a flood of sweet pear juice.
