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Seven Ate Nine

28 Jul

In the morning on June 7, before heading back to home, Jimmy Crue and I tried farm:table, a breakfast joint we’d heard good things about (and Paper Bag wanted us to go as guinea pigs).

Choice number one was an open-phaced egg sando with greens, radish and chutney.  Honestly, pretty bland.

Choice number two was another open-phaced sando with phresh cherries, almonds and mascarpone.  The bread was too dry to eat without significant effort, but the cherries were tasty (and apparently Jimmy Crew doesn’t like cherries, so that was an error in my phavor…)

I left Jimmy Crue to get up to no good in the city and headed back to the better bay area.  After work, Alabama and I headed to trivia at London Bridge Pub where I acquainted myself with a BLT sando.

I just realized that I ate nothing but sandos all that day…

On Wednesday, June 8, I spent the day spelunking for phood.  I phound cottage cheese at the liquor store next door and livened it up with a little cayenne pepper.

Someone brought clementines to the office, so I had one as a mid-morning snack.

Sparky and Hard Hat lent me tofu sausage, broccoli and cheese to make myself some lunch.

(Yes, I said lent…  how do you know I didn’t give it back after I ate it!)

Clementine round two in the afternoon.

Had to work late, so grabbed a string cheese from the phridge for a super-exciting and phabulous dinner.

Not exactly the most exciting phood day of my life, but the low carb/high protein approach hopefully balanced out a bit of the sando-phest from the day before…

Thursday, June 9, was a bit of a mind phuck of a day…

I got a call the night before from none other than the ex-phella (of the Sexy Mexican Awkwardness night phame).  He wanted to have dinner, and I’ve never been able to say no to the guy, so of course I spent Wednesday night and Thursday day stressing about what to make (because somehow he convinced me to cook).

Amazingly I actually remembered to have some breakfast!

Lunch looked surprisingly similar to breakfast- hold PB, sub coconut water.

I realized in the afternoon that I still had string cheese in the phridge, so partook of the colby jack.

My nerves started to really set in when staff  meeting came around, so I laid a phinger on a mini-Butterfinger to curb the crazy.

I rushed home after work and started throwing things together.  I was trying a new recipe (recommended by Paper Bag) so went with a simple cheese plate as a pre-meal nibble so I wouldn’t phreak out too much.

I was still cooking when the ex-phella arrived, so that could account for part of why it turned out so bad.

Paper Bag has made this dish with great success, so I know it wasn’t the recipe’s phault…

Dessert was simple… oranges with a red wine reduction.  Not that great either.

In case being unbearably nervous and uncomfortable wasn’t enough, majorly phailing at making a delicious meal really knocked it out of the park in regard to awkwardness.

The ex-phella asking to get back together at the end of the night, however, was akin to a confusion grand slam.

Phountain of Phun

30 Apr

There’s a little organization I like to call the Cadre of Awesomeness.  They like to call themselves the Knights of the Vine.

Every so often, I accompany these insane inebriates on some of their various outings.  The location of last Saturday’s insanity- Pisoni Vineyards.

If you don’t know about the man behind the phabulous juice that comes from this crazy compound in south Monterey County, this might help shed some light: Passion of the Pisoni

We started the day with a phew libations and provisions:

All served by the man of the hour, Mister Gary Pisoni, who, after careful retrospection, I am quite sure is composed of equal parts of troglodyte, Tasmanian Devil and Spicoli… and as endearing as the day is long.

I stepped out of the wine cave where we dined to snap a shot of my lunch.  Unfortunately the view was as offensive as the wine, phood and company.

Gary was in a celebratory mood and wouldn’t take no for an answer when he was serving cake.

Upon completion of said piece of cake, Gary and I made a cameo appearance in his phountain.  I then successfully opened a bottle of wine with nothing but a house key and a cowboy boot.

So all in all, it was quite an auspicious day…

When we got home, a little wine absorption was in order, and Honey Nut Cheerios was what my Pops’ pantry had to offer.

I took a lovely power nap and awoke to a phriendly phellow who was ready for dinner.

It was already past serving time for any restaurant in these parts, so we headed to the store to drum something up.

It was 10pm by the time we came back from the store, so we had a spicy snack.

Spinach Tortellini Bolognese was what we came up with for the main event plus a romaine salad for good measure.

Would you believe I phelt like a million bucks the next morning?

That phountain must have been philled with magic water, I tell you!


20 Apr

Once a year, and ONLY once a year, I rise before the sun with joy.

Mind you, I rise before the sun on a regular basis (I commute to graduate school an entire state away, so it’s par for the course until I graduate) but rarely do I rise with joy

This one annual joyous morning is the Child Abuse Prevention Council breakfast- an opportunity for all the weird people who pheel that it is a privilege and a joy to work amidst a sea of pain and heartache to get together and celebrate accomplishments of organizations and individuals in the phield.  This year, it happened to be my organization that received the honor.

What an incredibly awesome and phabulously special day!   …(and breakfast was tasty, too!)


To add to such an awesome day, it was also a “swear in” day for our new volunteers.  Not only does that mean more people to work with more kids, but it also means Pizza Factory for lunch.


I had “one” piece, if you agree to the rule that if two pieces are significantly attached to each other than they count as one piece (and thus half the calories).  I phollowed it up with a salad for good measure. 🙂

The dinner hour was passed at Cypress Inn in downtown Carmel, a wonderful Phooey-phriendly spot.  I opted for their special Hazelnut-crusted Halibut special and was honestly delighted by it.  Moist, phlaky phish and crisp, phlavorful veggies in a decadent but light sauce.


I shared dessert with my dining companion- a cheese plate that initially included apple slices which were promptly phed to The Phoo.

I did my best to polish off the creamy wedge of deliciousness in the phoreground, even though I had no room at the inn after the main course.

Nonetheless, I enjoyed making the gustatory effort!

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