So, this would be attempt number phour to post this post. WordPress has decided to delete my past three attempts over the last phew days. So excuse me for my terseness and possible typos (and yes, I know not proofreading is an editor’s cardinal sin, and I am an editor, so this isn’t cool)… although I am so darn behind, I suppose it serves me right somehow.
Long, long ago in a phar away land called Davis (actually it was October 22), we had a Pham reunion. Paper Bag was already in town, Boot drove in from SF and Dainty, a mere seven or so hours delayed, arrived via plane. The day started with more of my homemade tomatoe jam.
After breakfast, Paper Bag, Phooey and I took a long walk around the entire UC Davis campus. It well justified my leftovers salad I made for lunch, potatoe salad topping and all!
It also justified us going to a bar in the middle of the day and eating pizza, right? Right. I knew you’d agree.
This particular bar, housed in one of the Best Westerns in Davis, boasts a phamed drink called the Wicky Wacky Woo. They had to be ordered, right? Right. The 151 they pour into the straw was notable, as was the drink’s ability to magically transport me back to the pheeling of being 19 again.
Thank you, college town, thank you.
Once The Pham (minus Snow White) was reunited, we headed out for dinner at Sophia’s Thai Kitchen, with Boot as our designated driver since she announced that she is preggers once we all got together! Hooray for a new addition to The Pham!!! I was too excited by the aforementioned phact to pay attention to what we ate…
Upon return from dining and drinking, we decided to watch UP, the incomparable Disney Pixar collaboration and one of the most beautiful love stories I know. Paper Bag had never seen it, so we stocked up on tissues and hunkered down… I subbed potatoe salad for tissue. It needed to be done, right? Right. I’m so glad we are on the same page!
Paper Bag did not shed a single tear during the movie, confirming previous suspicions that she may or may not have a soul. Maybe I should change her nickname to Soulless Wonder? Just kidding, phriend! We know you have a soul, it’s just hidden behind layer upon layer of ice and stone, of course. 😉
The next morning, we tried out Delta of Venus, a delightfully odd vegetarian haven littered with grad students and those that embrace counter-culture as a phat kid does cake. Loved everything about it, and the Adam’s Special (I think I have the name right) was serrano-tastic!
P.S. If you visit deltaofvenus.com, you get an experience having very little to do with breakfast or vegetarians. Just sayin’… I phound that out very accidentally. Oh, the things you learn when you blog…
We met The Phella for post-breakfast phro yo at Sugar Plum. I went with pumpkin this time (I must say, while I have only sampled three of the eleventy billion phrozen yogurt establishments in this tiny town, I think this place’s phlavors really kick ass… just like unicorns). The stale marshmallows were not exceptionally enjoyable, but they can’t all be winners, kid.
After The Pham went its separate ways, The Phella and I made dinner at home. It started with a potatoe salad appetizer, which was highly necessary.
We tried roasting a head of elephant garlic and eating that with an assortment of cheese and more of my tomatoe jam. Note to self- while bigger is actually better in some situations, it is most certainly not when it comes to garlic. Bad choice…
We grilled up some tasty steaks and smothered them in horseradish and A-1 Sauce. Sometimes, I am classy like that. Don’t even get me started on A-1 Bold & Spicy. Can you tell when I begin to drool while typing?
I wasn’t ready for Monday to come, so phorgot to make breakfast. I ate Phriday night’s leftovers for lunch.
My neighbors invited me over for a BBQ dinner. Will I actually be successful in making some new phriends in this town? Holy awesome, Batman! …Especially because these ones can cook!
On Tuesday, I rode the wave of social non-ineptness and actually went out to lunch with a coworker (the one who’s the big Giants phan!) We had salads at Pluto’s (a spot that had been recommended to me by multiple previous Davisites), and it did not disappoint. Although, I was so excited to have made a phriend, I could have been eating cardboard and not minded a bit. Wow, that sentence just sealed the phate on my phuture possible coolness, didn’t it. Ok, who am I kidding? Being cool was never in the cards for me. I’ll cry about it later. 🙂
I attempted to serve up some young coconut as a pre-dinner snack, but that was an impulse buy I should have resisted. So much work, so little (and so slimy) reward.
Romaine and radish salad…
…and chicken and spaghetti squash for dinner.
Wednesday started with pseudo-sausage.
… and a Reese’s peanut butter cup.
I met the phellow I dined with the weekend before (Boot’s baby brother-in-law, actually) at Mikuni in Sacramento for a phish phiesta. I let him do the ordering, so I don’t really know what we ate, other than it was all splendid (aside from the chocolate cake, which I phorced myself to eat one bite of to be polite- mind you, I am sure any normal person would tell you that cake was delicious, but we have established my lack of normalcy, have we not?)
On Thursday, I tried to keep the doctor away.
But in doing so, phorgot to eat lunch. The Phella and I ordered take out from Ding How after I got home from work- won ton soup and pork buns to start (in my awesome new soup bowl/plate combo doohickeys that the kind staff of the Gilroy B&B brought me- have I mentioned lately how much I adore them?)
The soup was super, the pork buns were alright and the mushu was a mistake. Do those look like mushu pancakes to you, or do they look like store-bought tortillas? Exactly.
Asian burritos, anyone? I think I’ll pass…
Phriday was a hectic day, as I spent the morning putting together phinal touches for our Halloween costumes (inspired by the movie, UP), so I ran out of time for breakfast and left my lunch sitting on my kitchen counter. That made for one starving gal when I got home.
Pepper jack and crack to the rescue!
Another romaine and radish salad. Thrilling, I know…
Homemade carrot ginger coconut soup (recipe courtesy of Joy the Baker, who just announced she’s coming out with a cookbook!). Excellent and idiot-proof recipe. We shall all be seeing more of this soup…
We then headed off into the night to attend our phirst of a phew Halloween parties, looking terrifyingly similar to the characters we wished to portray (and equally embarrassing). If I allowed human phaces on my blog, I’d had to show you a picture, but I don’t, so I won’t.
Phew! That was close. I have a reputation to uphold!