The girl really should be at the lab getting her Ph.D. out of the way. Tut. Tut.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Monday, November 14, 2005
Yesterday C and I were enjoying our last hike up in Tilden when I looked down the hill and murmurdered "Bridge to Terabithia." C was all confused and had never heard of it. Whenever Suse and I see a steep ravine shaded by sinister looking trees, we nod to each other and say "Bridge to Terabithia". BtT is a Newberry winning young adult novel about two kids living in a rural community with overactive imaginations. Sadly in the end, on a stormy night the girl falls into a ravine and dies. That's the only bit Suse and I remember. Anyhow C kept saying "Bridge to Terabithia" past a few hillsides and then gave up.
I am almost famous as my eating self is doing a cameo in a San Francisco Chronicle photo from the Tamarindo review.
I am almost famous as my eating self is doing a cameo in a San Francisco Chronicle photo from the Tamarindo review.
Sunday, November 6, 2005
Pudding head
On Sundays I love listening to the BBC Food Programme, and today was my lucky day since the show was all about puddings. I am all for food soft and warm which requires no chewing. Sheila Dillon invited an ex-colonial to cook her steamed figgy pudding with an extra lime rum twist. Since the Jamaican grandma was very tight about her recipe, I will just have to slosh in some lime and rum in my usual batter this year. I tried to hang up my Christmas stockings but it didn't feel right so I hid them away.
On many a Sunday, I bicycle over to 4th street for a pumpkin cream cheese muffin. C likes his blueberry polenta scone. Living in Berkeley, one bakes less that one wishes. It's hard to compete with the pros. My baking pans have not seen serious service in months. Sigh.
Cold tonight. I'm gone to make a hot toddy.
On Sundays I love listening to the BBC Food Programme, and today was my lucky day since the show was all about puddings. I am all for food soft and warm which requires no chewing. Sheila Dillon invited an ex-colonial to cook her steamed figgy pudding with an extra lime rum twist. Since the Jamaican grandma was very tight about her recipe, I will just have to slosh in some lime and rum in my usual batter this year. I tried to hang up my Christmas stockings but it didn't feel right so I hid them away.
On many a Sunday, I bicycle over to 4th street for a pumpkin cream cheese muffin. C likes his blueberry polenta scone. Living in Berkeley, one bakes less that one wishes. It's hard to compete with the pros. My baking pans have not seen serious service in months. Sigh.
Cold tonight. I'm gone to make a hot toddy.
Tuesday, November 1, 2005
Hobbit gets waylaid.
Needing relief from PhD slogging, Suse came to Berkeley for hobbity fun and a reunion of the three skinny Korean gal pals. Since we haven't been gunning together since Verona, we've planned no shortage of adventures mostly revolving around bakeries and pastry shops.
Since cream pies shouldn't crowd out all the adventures, Sof, Suse and I planned to checkout the new DeYoung museum while the copper was still unoxidized. Then we could have a reunion next year when the building's gone green. On entry to the Golden Gate park, lo and behold- WoC. This did not escape Sof's notice. After going up the viewing tower of the De Young- exactly what you would expect- Sof so casually steered us back to the only official pot event in the park. We walked about the long way as is the common case when Sof steers and mistakenly ended at the back door of the County Fair Building. None wanted to sneak in the back door past the buzzing cluster of potheads. A few sniffs confirmed our suspicions. But then noone not even Sof wanted to handover 20 bucks for the front entry fee- who ever pays that for lectures on hempology. So all we got was this unnatural photo of Suse, the most uptight hobbit in all of Hobbiton who has never had a single puff in her life. (I bet she will demand this photo be taken down as soon as she sees this. Too late!)
The main event of course was the start of the LOTR festival in full garb. Suse was a hobbit genetically predisposed to only one really hairy foot. Sof had the wacky idea of being Gandalf the White's girlfriend. Most confusingly she also insisted on taking pictures of herself kissing Legolas on the screen. After these screen smooches, she promptly fell asleep on the couch.
Needing relief from PhD slogging, Suse came to Berkeley for hobbity fun and a reunion of the three skinny Korean gal pals. Since we haven't been gunning together since Verona, we've planned no shortage of adventures mostly revolving around bakeries and pastry shops.
Since cream pies shouldn't crowd out all the adventures, Sof, Suse and I planned to checkout the new DeYoung museum while the copper was still unoxidized. Then we could have a reunion next year when the building's gone green. On entry to the Golden Gate park, lo and behold- WoC. This did not escape Sof's notice. After going up the viewing tower of the De Young- exactly what you would expect- Sof so casually steered us back to the only official pot event in the park. We walked about the long way as is the common case when Sof steers and mistakenly ended at the back door of the County Fair Building. None wanted to sneak in the back door past the buzzing cluster of potheads. A few sniffs confirmed our suspicions. But then noone not even Sof wanted to handover 20 bucks for the front entry fee- who ever pays that for lectures on hempology. So all we got was this unnatural photo of Suse, the most uptight hobbit in all of Hobbiton who has never had a single puff in her life. (I bet she will demand this photo be taken down as soon as she sees this. Too late!) The main event of course was the start of the LOTR festival in full garb. Suse was a hobbit genetically predisposed to only one really hairy foot. Sof had the wacky idea of being Gandalf the White's girlfriend. Most confusingly she also insisted on taking pictures of herself kissing Legolas on the screen. After these screen smooches, she promptly fell asleep on the couch.
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