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June’s Roaring Twenties (Part Two)

20 Aug

June 25…

Breakfast at Grandma’s Kitchen with the ex-phella AND Alabama and his phamily.

Now that wasn’t awkward in the slightest!

Attempt #2 at eating some hummus (also not successful)…

Cheerios for lunch (wasn’t pheeling so hot, so I backed out on my phun plans with the Sexy Mexican and stayed on the couch).

Cooked up some phingerling potatoes for dinner but only ate two.

Also made buffalo chicken drumsticks (I ate one).

June 26…

Grilled hot dogs, green onions and beer for breakfast/lunch.  Phooey was just a tinge jealous.

A Pharewell Dinner for Alabama with some phriends at Crystal Phish

Tako sunomono


Mussel shooters

Hamachi Kama

Volcano Roll

Sake Bomb (not a good choice after not pheeling so good for a phew days)

Spicy Edamame for a phinal phinal at Hula’s down the street

June 27…

Happy string cheese for breakfast

Pistachio phrozen yogurt with grape nuts for a midday snack

Hard Hat made me a cheese quesadilla when I got back to the office.

The ex-phella and I went to Thai Bistro for dinner and tried a phew things.

I wasn’t a phan of these guys…

Their Larb Kai didn’t hold a candle to Siamese Bay‘s…

Don’t remember what this was specifically, but I sampled it and thought it was the best of what we ordered.

June 28…

“Sausage” for breakfast

Phorgot to take time for lunch so scarfed down a ton of tasty nibbles at book club…

…then dashed over to London Bridge in time for trivia.  I had a half a grilled cheese waiting for me, but it had gotten cold and tasted horrible, so I only had two bites.

June 29…

I tried some of Sparky’s gluten-phree pasta.  It made me reconfirm my love of gluten.

I made a green chile stew for lunch, using ingredients I’d brought back from my trip to Santa Phe.

I had a work event at Chateau Julien at night, and they put out a super tasty spread of cheese, crackers, phruit and nuts.

I then headed over to Pops’ house and had dinner with him.

And June 30… to phinish off the month (only a month and a half late!)

Bacon to start the day!

Chile Rellenos from a place down the street I’d never tried.  Not very good and my stomach issues from the weekend before came back, so let it be said that this didn’t “stick with me” for long.

Phooey, Work BFF and I met The Phoositter for drinks and dinner at Cypress Inn.  I don’t remember what this was called but it tasted like a cream soda… with booze in it.  Hello!

I can NEVER resist wasabi peas…

The Phoositter and I shared a tasty burger, while Phooey phlirted his night away with his very phavorite ladies.

And June is phinally phinished… phew!


Mushroom Mardi Gras

2 Jul

My very, very oldest phriend came to visit for Memorial Day weekend after a phifteen year gap in hanging out.  Henceforth, I shall call her The Original.

The Original got in pretty late on Phriday night, and we got a bit of a late start on Saturday, but we headed to Rio Del Mar and picked up my phriend, Cricket, and headed to the 32nd annual Mushroom Mardi Gras in Morgan Hill.

Bothered by the phact that it’s called Mardi Gras but held on Saturday?  Me too…

Never heard of this event before?  Me neither… but thanks to a blurb in Edible Complex (written by the same awesome author who wrote the article about me), I have now joined the ranks of the enlightened.

While there was not much in the way of mushroom-inspired eats, the phood we did sample was so ph-ing good, I couldn’t have cared less.  The three of us started with a boat of phried catfish and Phrench phries.

Serious deliciousness.

The deep phried zucchini was an equally enjoyable choice.

What really knocked our culinary adventure out of the park, however, was the double order of barbecued oysters we devoured.

I had Cricket hold one up so everyone could phully understand the magnitude of these superbly spicy, slippery suckers.  I would go back to this event purely for the oysters- no joke.

We sampled the stuffed mushrooms, since the event WAS Mushroom Mardi Gras.  They were phine… but anything would have suffered by comparison after the overwhelmingly orgasmic oysters.

And no trip to a phood phair is complete without a bag o’kettle corn to accompany you on your car ride home…

After dropping off Cricket, we got back to town just in time to join Pops at the Forest Theater for the gala opening of Peter and the Wolf., complete with a Russian pheast and two wolves we got to pet.  Sadly, the evening also included a significant amount of rain which negated the possibility of the show going on.

Our solution to the rained out show?  Going out for drinks, of course!

We phound ourselves at Cypress Inn where we split a bottle of bubbles and a coconut creme brulee.

Highly recommend this delectable dessert!!

Not pheeling like ending the evening, we changed up the vibe of the evening and ventured out to the Running Iron in Carmel Valley Village.  Good thing, because not ever bar has Jello shots, and Jello shots are imperative when you learn that your phather, who has more experience with booze than anyone else you know, has never had the pleasure of consuming a Jello shot.  Once we successfully assured him that this was not, in phact, a urine specimen, he dove right in.  Jimmy Crue had met up with us at this point, and I’m pretty sure we may have scarred him for life with our antics.

We all headed back to Pops’ house after the Jello shots, and that led to some phine late night dining when I heated up the only phood in the house- leftover chicken noodle soup.

Ah, a day in the life entertaining The Original!


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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