La Boulange de West Portal.
Almond croissant.
Almond croissant.
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Late Nights, Early Mornings
Summer legs.
Mission Beach Cafe: Crab and shrimp eggs benedict.
Tartine: Lemon cream tart.
Rebirth: Gerbera daisies and begonias.
Slice of Thanksgiving on a Sunday in May
My Sunday went a little like this: Church. Home. People in costumes on every street corner surrounding GG Park. Traffic for miles. Bay Bridge. I-80. Ike's Lair. Sitting on stone blocks at Lake Merritt while people-watching and enjoying the late-afternoon sun dance across my bare back.
I have to say, the Going Home for Thanksgiving on Dutch Crunch was absolutely scrumptious. Cranberry sauce, turkey meat, Havarti, Sriracha (!), lettuce . . . Pay Ike's a visit and order the GHFT if you're in the mood for an early autumn/Thanksgiving treat.
Morning Buns and Painted Ladies
Tuesday: Morning Buns from Tartine and an afternoon visit to the Tanners. Painted Ladies, your Victorian rooftops fascinate me.
Here & Gone, Part III: Return
Cafe Gratitude plate . . . post-meal. See its before photo below.
The "I am bueno" dish: summer squash tacos with toasted coconut flakes
Tara's Organic Ice Cream (on right: hibiscus sorbet, orange agave sorbet, and orange cashew ice cream)
At Pegasus Bookstore . . .
Though the art selection was limited, there was a book on Egon Schiele. I picked up the hardcover only because it reminded me of something someone once said to me. Everything--be it minor or major--happens for a reason. I happened upon this book for a reason: a beautiful painting was waiting for my discovery within its pages. And then I read the painting's title. See image below.
Autumn follows this painter everywhere . . . and I'm happy for it.
Truth be told, I have a slightly bizarre infatuation with autumn. Woodsy notes . . . fiery reds, coppery oranges, and earthy browns . . . leaves dancing everywhere . . . Pain does not feel as sharp, burdens do not feel as heavy, and time feels suspended in every waking moment.
Two places at once . . . one foot in Berkeley, one foot in Oakland.
Ended the night pondering about changes, constants, permanence and the temporal.
Week of 03-31-2014.
Three Days Lived
The last three days were well lived. I spent the entire night on Friday catching up with a compadre whom I love exponentially. We had a candlelit dinner at Beretta on Valencia [Street], then proceeded to drive to the opposite end of the city for some dessert. Stories were shared, tears were shed, and laughter was had. The night was honest, raw, emotional . . . indelible. (I highly recommend Beretta's Crab Dungeness Arancini antipasto and Margherita Burrata pizza topped with anchovies.)
Saturday was spent hiking Mount Tamalpais with someone new. I cannot explain the joy of reveling in the handsomeness of looming tall redwoods . . . such moments are not to be taken for granted. On our drive down the mountain en route back to the city, I welcomed the quick wind running her hands through my hair; I reflected. I let my thoughts trail the cliffs like spilled ink on paper. We returned to the Marina and had a late lunch at Dragon Well.
Woke up this Sunday morning and knew it was time I headed back to church. I made my way over to Cornerstone in the Mission. As always, it was a blessing to hear Pastor Terry speak. His commitment and conviction to live a selfless life, to serve God and others completely, come from a genuine heart; there is not one ounce of pretense in his speech or in his actions. And to be honest, it has been a while since I stepped into the Lord's house. I won't list any excuses for why I have been away. Simply put though, life is hard enough as it is without me attempting to duke it out on my own. I want the arms that carried me in the past be the arms that carry me now. It is true: His strength and love know no bounds.
Since it was too beautiful of a day not to make the most of it, I visited the Marketplace at the Ferry Building after service. It was the perfect amount of hustle and bustle. Dropped by Sur La Table where I picked up a few La Parfait jars; I figured they would come in handy for upcoming picnicking excursions (envisioning vanilla yogurt parfaits with fresh fruit and pumpkin flax granola). I also stopped by Acme Bread where I picked up a couple of baked goods: a cinnamon currant (because I am a true cinnamon junkie--I have cinnamon-scented pine cones in my car after all) and a sweet loaf. Retreated to a bench across from the waters and wrote a bit.
I had me a grand ol' time this weekend.
California Rollin'
Salmon-filled California rolls were on tonight's dinner menu.
What happens when there are leftover ingredients, but not enough to make another full roll? Square it all away.
The Friend Salad
A friend packed me some homemade quinoa salad. Good, very good. Ingredients that I noted: quinoa, Kalamata olives, grape tomatoes, Persian cucumbers (any cucumber is fine), yellow bell peppers, feta cheese, lemon juice, olive oil, and salt & pepper. I do not know the exact recipe and its measurements, but I think one can estimate all of it depending on the desired end-serving size. Directions seem pretty straight forward: cook quinoa; in a bowl, mix cooked quinoa with diced vegetables and add feta cheese; season with olive oil, salt & pepper, and lemon juice to desired taste; enjoy.
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