Butter breakfast and return of the Hudgebend



With C away to L.A., Ms Amanda and I go for butter breakfast at Tartine in the Mission. The dreamy creamy coconut cream pie! Can life get any better. I cry- it was better than the pie of our imaginations with surprise chocolate lining and soft caramel hiding at the bottom. After two bites, I shamefully forgot all about my current favorite the Crixa Boston Creampie. But I now I have to run back to Crixa to do a taste comparison.



C had gone to attend the closing gala of the L.A. Independent Film Festival as he had designed a poster for them; Doug used this opportunity to squeeze 6 free tickets out of them. I refused to go as me and Doug, we are like the fox, the goose and the sack of grain- plus I had Butter Breakfast to attend. Doug had 2 copies of the poster at the gallery and requested C sign them. C asked what Doug wanted written, and Doug said "With Love, Chris. Just like Andy used to..." C said slowly "Andy? Andy Goldsworthy?" Although Doug was insulted, he said "Uh yeah. Andy Goldsworthy." But then Doug's pride couldn't withstand it so he said "Uh no. Andy Warhol."* I think cheap shots don't get you anywhere, but Joel was ever proud C slyly showed Doug.





*No insult to anyone who likes Andy Goldsworthy, but in the world of fine art, Goldsworthy is for housewives and the like.