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WordPress Phreaking Hates Me

30 Nov

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.

My coworkers invited me to Thai Canteen to celebrate one of their birthdays.  I enjoyed some spicy tofu (not bad but Taste of Thai is still my phavorite Thai spot so phar in the area).

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!

Um, wait…

Week Two > Week One

16 Nov

On Saturday, October 8, I phled reality and joined some old phriends for a long overdue picnic at Tilden Park in Berkeley.

As illustrated in my previous post, I am a phirm believer that phood tastes better when shared.  I also happen to believe that this is increased exponentially when shared out of doors.  Why is this, you ask?  Much like how many licks it takes to get to the middle of a Tootsie Pop, the world may never know

I was having so much phun, I couldn’t help myself from taking a second helping of my Brussels sprouts and pistachio pasta salad.  The ladies loved it as well, and thus, my Brussels sprouts acclaim reigns supreme.

Upon my return to Davis that evening, The Phella and I, being the creatures of habit we tend to be, phound ourselves back at Taste of Thai for dinner.  While we ordered the same dish as always, we mixed it up and tried their appetizer sampler to start.

I had the leftovers for breakfast on Sunday morning straight out of the to-go box. Sometimes I’m phancy like that.

We tried the phamed Redrum Burger for lunch.  They didn’t seem all that busy, but the wait for two burgers and phries seemed to indicate otherwise.  I was impressed by neither the service nor the phood, and this was only exascerbated by the knowledge that In-N-Out was but a stone’s throw away… Additionally, their more interesting menu options have been crossed off, such as their ostrich burgers.  Me thinks this phun looking little joint may be past its prime sadly.

I made dinner at home, starting with a baby romaine salad with goat cheese and avocado.

We grilled some phlank steak and green onions and roasted red potatoes in my toaster oven.

It then dawned on me that Monday was quickly approaching, that little bastard.

And my new life started back up again… with a handful of grapes at my cubicle.

I brought my barley soup into the break room for lunch and made a wonderful discovery- a phellow that works in the row of cubicles across from me is a more diehard Giants phan than I am!  Phriend potential perhaps?

I had another one of the awesome pluots I got from Dave’s Pumpkin Patch in West Sacramento.  They had a great deal on Groupon for an organic produce box… well either it was an unbelievable deal or we were unbelievably phortunate that the day we went to pick up our produce, the girl working at the stand was misinformed and thought we’d purchased half the pharm…

Continuing in my swine saga, I attempted pork tacos for dinner.  Even The Phella, who will eat pretty much anything I make, admitted that this dish wasn’t one that necessarily needed a spot in the recipe rotation.  He was being kind.  They were truly terrible.  The salsa, however, that consisted of a small portion of the glut of produce we had picked up at Dave’s, was not embarrassing.  Not great, mind you, but not nearly at the level of phailure the tacos secured.

Since dinner was so awful, the phrozen yogurt at SugarPlum after dinner was guilt-phree.  I had taro again (this stuff is ridiculously good) and topped it off with some coconut.  Y.U.M.

Yay for Tuesday, or as I like to remember it as the day I proved that I could successfully set my coffee maker timer the night before for a full week.  Coming from the girl who has owned said coffee maker for going on six years or so and having used it all of twice that I can remember, this is a very big deal… an anniversary if you will.  So yay for me… and my Morningstar “sausage”.

I tried some baked granny smith apple chips that I picked up at the Nugget- pretty tasty and healthy as phar as anything that resembles a chip.

I am quickly learning that phree phood at my new office is the rule more than the exception… and they use pretty solid caterers.  This tasty salad sando combo hailed from Pluto’s, a place I’d been told about prior to moving to Davis.

Of course, they HAD to have oatmeal cookies right next to the salad…  and now that I live hours away from The Most Delicious Cookies in the World, I was powerless to resist.  Ph you, willpower!

Pluot afternoon nibble

I reverted to my soup habit and made egg drop soup for dinner.

Wednesday started with PacMan-esque cheese.

Nectarine mid-morning snack

… and more phree phood for lunch!

Apple chips in the afternoon

In an attempt to lessen the amount of tomatoes in my kitchen (I had ten pounds to phind use for from that produce box), I attempted homemade tomatoe sauce, courtesy of a phood blog I enjoy, Chez Pim.  It was phine, but nothing to write home about.  I am sure it is much tastier when she makes it…

Thursday… Nectarine and “sausage” and coffee in my Sexy Chick mug (originally a cherished gift from my old bowling league buddies that met an untimely demise, only to have The Phella track down a replica for me… maybe that’s why I keep thinking he’s a keeper!).

More. Phree. Phood.  And it was more pizza!

I did everything I could to resist another piece in the afternoon.  Well, I did everything except ACTUALLY resist it.

I made dinner at The Phella’s house using more of our produce box contents.

I’m not quite sure why I decided Coq au Vin was the right choice for a casual weeknight dinner, but whatever.  Eating at almost 9pm made it pheel that much more Phrench!

Phriday! Grapes and nostalgia for breakfast…

The last of the last leftovers of barley soup made itself lunch, along with its yummy plummy phriend.

String cheese to get me through the afternoon…

… And a special Oktoberfest dinner at Little Prague to phinish off week two. (I am happy to report that this was leaps and bounds better than their Eggs Phlorentine I wrote about in my last post.)

The Phella and I topped off our wild and crazy Phriday night with a rousing game of Scrabble (I won, of course… I wouldn’t like the game so much if I didn’t always win!) and a sugar-phree Creamsicle.

Week two > Week one = Michelle + slightly happier

(And people think I can’t do math!)

Surviving My Phirst Week

15 Nov

Phriday, September 30 kicked off my last weekend of phreedom, so I tootled myself across the bay to play with Georgia and Paper Bag.  I grabbed a quick snack of turkey & cheese on a rice cake before we headed out.

We stopped by a liquor store for snacks near Golden Gate Park on our way to Hardly Strictly Bluegrass for an awesome afternoon that pheatured my phavorite crooner, the incomparable Chris Isaak.

P.S. His new album is phabulous beyond belief.  Any aspiring elves out there who want to make my holiday season, consider this a blatant hint… 🙂

After the show, we had dinner in North Beach at Il Pollaio, a local’s phavorite.

Their bean salad tasted just like Gramma used to make!

Their phries were standardly tasty.

The grilled rabbit Paper Bag convinced me to get left a bit to be desired, as it arrived a bit too much on the rare side.  I’d give it a chance again some time though, as it was a very busy night and these things happen…

We had a leisurely morning on October 1 and headed to do some mutual blogging at Caffe Sapore.  I thoroughly enjoyed my smoked salmon bagel and am excited about our successful brainstorming session about the phuture of http://www.phoodfotos.com!

I had a hankering for pizza after I returned to Davis from North Beach, so I threw together a pizza-ish creation of my own at home.

The Phella and I tried Tucos Wine Bar and Cafe for dinner, starting with a shared salad and cheese plate.

Really enjoyed the presentation of the cheese and nibbles (served on a hefty cutting board)…

I had some sort of egg sando for my main course, and the eggs were poached.  Now, most of you phollowers know well how much I normally lust after poached eggs, but on a sando…?  Not so much.  Biting into your meal and having it squirt yolk across the table is a bit, well, inconvenient… especially when dining out.

That being said the maple-glazed sweet potatoes were dreamy enough to make me phorget to care about the sando mess almost entirely.

The Phella slept in on October 2, so I got up and had an English muffin with peanut butter and honey while he snoozed.

We then headed to Little Prague to try out their breakfast offerings.  I went with the Eggs Phlorentine, leading myself into another horribly phailed attempt at phinding a decent breakfast anywhere in Davis.  Ugh!

I went shopping at my new market of choice- Nugget– and the phriendly cheese phellow helped me select an especially luxurious triple cream to start off dinner that night.

I made a mixed baby green salad with the remainder of the watermelon radish I had picked up at the Pharmers Market the weekend prior.

And I tested out a new recipe of pork and peaches for dinner.

Update for inquiring minds who want to know: I am still a miserable phailure when it comes to cooking pork.  I’ve got a long road ahead, it seems…

Ah, reality.  How you persist!  October 3- The day of reckoning…

My phirst day at my new job came WAY earlier than I wanted, my house still drowning in boxes and bags and my nerves spasming phrantically like a phish out of water.  I broke out my phavorite juice glass at breakfast (it was the one my Gramma served me with throughout my childhood) and had a glass of milk along with my spun honey (which also always reminds me of her) and peanut butter on a muffin.

As it turned out, I wasn’t the only new kid on the work block.  The new director’s phirst day was that day as well, so that meant pizza at staff meeting.  Talk about a nice way to get things started!  Who doesn’t love phree phood?  And pizza at that!

There wasn’t much scheduled for me that phirst day, so I went home for lunch and spent it with my main man, Phooey, who was adjusting to day one of his life as a dog who stays home during the day. 😦

I had some pasta salad I’d made the night before with pistachios, Parmesan and Brussels sprouts (which I successfully roasted- in a very small batch- in my toaster oven).

The Phella took the night off from studying, so we could go out to dinner and process my phirst day.  God bless the boy, because I seriously needed it… and the two glasses of wine that went along with it.

Now, this isn’t to say that my phirst day was bad, but here’s the thing:  Phirst days are odd things, and I’ve had very phew of them in my life.  I’m sure there are people who thrive on the newness, the unknown, the clean slate.  I, however, am not one of those people.  I love routine, I love phamiliarity, I love being an expert.  The realization that I had, not just conceptually but actually, walked away from everything and everyone I knew in Monterey hit me like a ton of bricks (or at least what I imagine that sensation would be akin to, as I have never literally experienced being hit by a ton of bricks, thankfully). I could pheel the terror and sadness lurking in the doorway.

But I have phound over the years that a good plate of noodles always seems to lessen those evils just a bit.

And experiencing the heat of a “Thai spicy” dish reminds you that this, too, shall pass…

And when that’s not enough, there’s always phrozen yogurt that matches your manicure. 🙂

October 4: Day two…

After a second night of sleepytime phailure, I got up early with plenty of time to eat breakfast.  Hello, silver lining!

I packed my lunch and enjoyed the novel concept of being allowed to eat at my desk (something verboten by my previous employer).  While the convenience was nice, the lack of anyone to share my lunch with almost brought me to tears.

For those of you who have been phollowing the blog this year, saying that I am a social eater comes as quite the understatement, I’m sure.  Sharing phood with other is quite possibly my most treasured activity in life.  The experience of eating is an opportunity that has the potential to blend nourishment with connection, nostalgia with education and phunction with phun. Because of this, the utilitarianism of dining alone has a tendency to hurt my heart.

Am I crazy?  Maybe so… but I believe that phood tastes better when it’s shared.

Dinner that night consisted of leftover soup from Taste of Thai with a hearty side dish of self-pity.

October 5- Day three…

Started with a Babybel cheese round.

I had a benefits orientation to attend on campus that morning, and since I live so close (and sure can’t afford the cost of a campus parking permit) I walked.  Walking there included getting horribly lost, arriving late and then slipping and phalling in phront of a group of fourty-odd people.  I suppose a benefit of working for such a large employer is the probability that nobody will recognize you as THAT girl after a week or so.

I had more of the leftover Thai for lunch at home with Phooey, who seemed to have adjusted well to his new life already.

That night, needing to entertain myself and having run out of leftovers, I turned to what I know comforts me best- phood- and made broccoli and zucchini soup.

I ate some Yolo County grown pistachios as a snack while I watched a movie that night and unpacked a phew more boxes.

October 6- Day phour…

I took a sliced apple and some cheese to work and ate that for breakfast.

I brought the rest of the soup to eat for lunch as well as a salad.  Too bad I neglected to pack utensils!  I took my lunch to the break room in an attempt to make phriends, but nobody else came in while I ate.  That might have been a blessing, as eating soup and salad with your hands sure ain’t pretty…

The boss brought candy to an afternoon meeting, and while I am not typically a chocolate phan, I was so enamored with the orangeness of the Halloween  Kit Kats, I indulged.

A catered event had leftovers, so I had half a sando during the meeting, too.  Second serving of phree phood in a week!

Moving to Davis meant that, other than The Phella, there was only one other person I knew… a phriend from my beloved book club who relocated a year ago with her husband.  Needing some semblance of social interaction, she came over, with wine in hand, and we caught up over a phew nibbles.

When she left, I made myself busy again and made chicken barley soup.

October 7- The last day of the phirst week…

Started with some Morningstar “sausage” and coffee in one of my phavorite mugs.  Did you know Hermann is the heart of Missouri wine country?  Did you know Missouri has a wine country?  Neither did I, until Cricket and I discovered it last summer when we picked baby Phooey up from the rescue organization he hailed from in St. Louis.  Suffice it to say, it was a phun discovery, but bringing the mug home as a souvenir instead of the wine was an excellent choice.

I came home for lunch, because my washer/dryer was being delivered and ate more of the barley soup.

That night, The Phella resurfaced, and we went to dinner at Seasons again.  I sense this could become a regular haunt of ours… because I can’t seem to stay away from their bread sticks.

I tried their butternut squash soup which wasn’t bad.

I had the chicken chop again, but sadly enjoyed it significantly less than I did during our last visit.  (We came to learn later that the chef had gone on a lengthy vacation, and things got a bit out of whack during his absence.)

We headed home and watched a movie with a big bowl of popcorn con Tapatio.

And so I survived, as so many have before me, and so many more will.

I am sure some of you have read this sob story and been thrown for a loop.  As a general rule, I pride myself on my, although often snarky and self-depricating, ever-present humor, but it seems that I hadn’t yet unpacked that box…

I’m Officially a Schmuck!

26 Oct

Who’s got two thumbs and internet at home?  This girl!  So by virtue of my last post, I am a schmuck.  Hooray for me!

I know, I know, having internet at home is incredibly cutting edge.  What can I say?  I’m livin’ large- and even considering installing an indoor toilet next.  Right after I find an oven…

But man, oh man, is there catching up to be done.  So here goes.

Sept 24- Apple for breakfast from Pops’ tree

Quiche Lorraine & Salad at Ciocolat for lunch after shopping/strolling through the Pharmers Market in Davis

Phrozen Yogurt from Cultive in the afternoon heat

Take out from Taste of Thai for dinner so I could have the distinct pleasure of watching the Ducks game <insert sarcasm here>

Phresh Spring Rolls

Tom Kha Soup

Pad Se Ew (Thai Spicy!)

Sunday started with a slice of Jewish Rye I bought at the Pharmers Market, which turned out to be not quite as delicious as I had envisioned…

Leftover Tom Kha soup for lunch

I made Chicken, Lentils & Brussels Sprouts for dinner at The Phella’s house

Monday, Sept 26- The phirst day of the last week before I have a job again 😦  Oh well, all dreams must end at some point or they’d be reality, right?

Started with a perfect poached egg on rye

Ridiculously candy-esque phigs as a mid-morning snack (which I also picked up at the Pharmers Market)- they sort of blew my mind…

… and a watermelon radish & cucumber salad for lunch

Had a mid-afternoon hankering for something warm, so I made some egg drop soup

The Phella wanted Chinese for dinner, so we headed to Ding How (recommended by a previous Davisite)

It only seemed appropriate to try their egg drop soup as well. (Shh- don’t tell, but mine was definitely better)

The Orange Chicken was highly enjoyable!

The Szechuan Beef was so tasty, too!

My Phortune Cookie that told me all my hard work would soon pay off- hooray for me!

I enjoyed some late night popcorn as we watched the phirst Bourne movie (I know, I am SO behind the times…)

Tues, Sept 27

Adorable little melon from the Pharmers Market (which I try to avoid talking about now after making too many awkward comments about the woman at the market with the delicious little melons), cheese curds and rye bread with spun honey

Chicken Salad lunchbox from Nugget, my new phavorite grocery store- seriously, the place is amazing!

Phig  Phiesta

Made dinner for The Phella…

Homemade rye croutons on our salad 🙂

A pheeble attempt at healthy breaded pork (I have a LOT to learn about cooking pig that isn’t in bacon phorm…), green beans and green cauliflower mash

Wednesday, Sept 28

Another one of those delicious little melons, cheese curds and a poached egg on toast

More homemade egg drop soup- this time with corn- not as good as the one I made on Monday

For those of you who haven’t known me for that long, or have not yet had the pleasure of my company, I am a borderline obsessed phan of the Nathan’s Phamous Hot Dog Contest that blesses our country each Phourth of July.  I plan my day around it each year and can give you an inappropriately in-depth run down of the entire roster of top tier competitive eaters (Eater X… if you’re ever interested, I will ditch The Phella for a night… just sayin’…)  So when I saw Nathan’s Phamous brand pickles in the store, I was incapable of resisting.

I met Navs, an old sorority sister, for drinks at Ella Dining Room & Bar.  What a great pick!  Not only did I get phree valet parking for checking in on Phoursquare, but the phood and atmosphere were awesome.  The company wasn’t too shabby either…

I was a bit skeptical when she ordered oysters, but I LOVED them.  Who knew mignonette could make such a difference?

The Yellowfin Tuna Carpaccio was phairly amazing, too. (That is a heavenly poached egg perched atop the phish.)

And the meatballs in a cast iron dish weren’t too painful to eat either.

When I got back to Davis, The Phella had a hankering for phro yo, so I indulged.  Rather, I threw away, because I have a new phlavor a chance without trying it and that was a major mistake.  Cloyingly sweet.  Never again.  Went in the trash.  End of story.

Thursday, Sept 29 started with some more delicious mini melon, cheese curds and a half an English muffin with peanut butter.

I phorgot to stop for lunch with seemingly unending delight that some call unpacking, but I had a mid-afternoon snack to help my eyesight.

I made Chicken Stir Phry at The Phella’s house for dinner.

And as quickly as the week started, it was already Phriday…

Internet Is for Schmucks…

18 Oct

…and if that’s true, I hope to become a schmuck ASAP.  I STILL do not have internet up and running at my new place.  It’s like living in the stone age, minus well, most everything that was common then.  But I digress.

Sept 18 started rough.

Serious hangover from the phestivities the prior day and night combined with the phuneral of a very phabulous phriend.  His wake at Mission Ranch would have been a get together he’d have loved to attend.

I ate three of their roast beef/mache bites and a small plate of cheese and crackers a phriend was kind enough to make for me.

I took a nap after the wake, packed up my stuff, and hopped in the car to head to my phavorite B&B in Gilroy.  The phantastically wonderful proprietors took me to dinner at Westside Grill.

We started with a shared plate of wings- very tasty!

I then phed my hangover with some Phrench onion soup which helped me pheel like I was getting ready to rejoin the land of the living.

I then solidified that with an embarrassingly indulgent plate of linguine and clams.  And then I passed out early… Like my mother always said… there’s nothing like the morning after the morning after…

September 19- I headed to San Diego to visit the most handsome eight month old I know… my Godson, The PLM.  My phlight was delayed, so I phound some nuts to entertain me in the interim.

Lovelace picked me up from the airport and whisked me off to lunch at Songo di Vino.  We split a roasted garlic and goat cheese plate as well as a roasted veggie plate- both were delicious but paled in comparison by the amazingly wonderful company.

Afterward, we visited the PLM and then stole his mom, Dainty, and headed to dinner at Sushi on the Rock II in downtown La Jolla.  We split a series of items from their happy hour menu including potstickers, spring rolls, wings, spicy calamari and a phew assorted rolls.

We then stopped by a place called Cups for some mini cupcakes to take home.  I picked a Creme Brulee mini cupcake.  I was warned by a certain someone that Cups sucks…  That certain someone spoke the truth!

Sept 20… Dainty and I walked to Safeway and Starbucks with the PLM.  We split a decadently delicious pumpkin muffin.

We met up with Lovelace in the afternoon and took PLM on a picnic with some tasty treats from Savory Deli in University Heights.  Awesome tarragon vinaigrette on the salad, and the pizzetta with Manchego and sundried tomatoes was semi-ridiculous in regard to deliciousness.

For dinner, I made an old tried and true recipe- salmon and lentils, with a side of Brussels Sprouts (because I have to use people for their ovens now… and I am not ashamed.. because it was kind of delicious… minus the kind of.)

Sept 21 started early.  Lovelace and I had protesting to do.  She phueled my engine with a bowl of oatmeal, which I would normally hate and reject, but she hid dried apricots in it… and won me over in a BIG way.

After the protesting was over, we met Plucky for lunch at Cafe Chloe downtown.  It had been recommended by a phew phriends, and I’d been dying to try it.  We started with Pomme Frites with a trio of dipping sauces.

Plucky ordered and shared the Trout Salad… delicious!!!

Lovelace made her Crab Cake Sando communal as well.

I tried (and shared.. and between the three of us still didn’t phinish) the highly recommended Macaroni & Cheese.  Holy delicious Hell, Batman!

The Pistachio Bread Pudding dessert wasn’t too offensive either…

…and the bowl of beer Plucky and I enjoyed by the beach afterward wasn’t too shabby. 😉

Nor was the pretzel we had with Suze Wilson at Rock Bottom after that.

But the Leucadia Pizzeria takeout we had for dinner really brought it home in an offensively carb-tastic way.

The phro-yo for dessert (with lychees, coconut and blueberries) was A-OK as well.

On September 22, I headed back to reality and phlew back to Carmel… thankfully in time for lunch with two of my phavorite sorority alums at Patisserie Bechler in Pacific Grove.  If you live in the area, plan to visit someday or don’t have plans but do have taste buds, it is a necessity that you go here and try their onion tart.  I’m not joking.  It was unbelievable.  Do yourself a phavor and learn from my mistake.  I didn’t taste this wonderfulness until the day before I moved away.  Pitiful.

The Republican came over in the evening with an excellent combo- his sweet girlfriend and equally sweet rice krispie treats.  I had two, and I am proud of this.

I then grabbed a late bite with Pops at The Running Iron… a consistently colorful place to phrequent.

I ordered a phried egg sando but was phull after the rice krispie treats so didn’t make much of a dent.

In the morning on September 23, I met my mother for breakfast at LouLou’s Griddle in the Middle before heading out of town once and for all.  We shared a pancake and our pheelings… yes, I know this is cheesy, but I am proud to say that  an unexpected benefit of me moving away has been that it seems to have brought us closer together.  Phunny how life works sometimes.

By the afternoon, I was officially a Davis resident, and by the evening, The Phella and I were having dinner just like the locals at Burgers & Brew.  It seemed way too hot to me to have a burger, so I had a chicken Caesar salad (which honestly, I still phelt too hot to eat… suppose I will adjust).

So I live in Davis now.  I’m a Davisite maybe?

No matter what you call me, it pheels awfully phoreign.

And hot.  It is so phreaking hot here.

The Phloors Always Win

2 Oct

Sept 6- Sept 11 consisted of me consistently phreaking out over the massive amounts of crap I have accumulated over the years and hold dear for all sorts of illegitimate reasons.  It was also a week of learning that while hardwood phloors are something many desire, they are not just cleverly named… the are, in phact, rather hard, and when you drop your trivial yet treasured tchotchke on said phloors, the phloors always win. But I digress.

On Sept 6, I started the day with the tried and true breakfast o’ champions, a leftover piece of cold pizza.  It phelt very bachelor pad of me as I used a box as a table.

I escaped to my yard for a bit of respite in the afternoon and ate an orange right off my tree.  Not sure how or if the novelty of this will wear off…

The Phella took a study break at night and we tried Sushi Unlimited.  I opted for edamame and Tokyo Poki.

Edamame = undercooked and unsalted 😦

Tokyo Poki = savory and satisfying 🙂

(I apologize for the crappy quality shots- phorgot the camera and had to rely on the iPhone in dim lighting.)

Sept 7 started with a slightly more legitimate breakfast, as I stopped by Trader Joe’s to make my fridge pheel slightly less bachelor-ish.

I bought some mini whole wheat bagels and jalapeno yogurt cheese which paired nicely.

The Phella and I went out to dinner at Bistro 33, a popular local spot which I plan never to return to.  Mind you, this is not because the phood was bad (it wasn’t anything special but it wasn’t terrible by any means), but they do not allow dogs on their outside (and rather expansive) patio.  This is unacceptable to Phooey and myself, so I agreed to go once before Phooey moved to town (he took a two week vacation with Pops while I moved in and went on a phew trips).

Their Baked Hazelnut Crusted Goat Cheese with Andouille Sausage and Rustic Tomatoe Sauce lacked (as phar as I could tell) both hazelnuts and sausage and was really more of a tomatoe dipping sauce with some cheese in it.  Tasty but did not live up to the description in any way.

The Kobe Sliders w/ gouda and phried onions were moist and phlavorful… but cost $13.95 for just two.

The phries were good- I won’t lie.

The Buffalo Chicken Lettuce Wraps had nothing buffalo about them, but the concept was a clever one and the celery salad was the highlight of the meal in my eyes.

After dinner, I indulged The Phella’s penchant for phrozen yogurt and headed to YoloBerry for dessert.  I mixed it up and added rainbow sprinkles this time.  I’m wild and crazy like that.

Sept 8 started with a phamiliar breakfast…  balanced on a box (but notice an EMPTY box… progress!)

I made dinner for The Phella’s study group that night and used a curry mix that Pops brought back from his travels east (that was coriander-phree!)

Simple but not bad if I do say so myself…

Sept 9 called me to San Francisco for a bit of phun in the phog!  Paper Bag’s birthday needed to be celebrated, and what better way to do so than watching a Giants/Dodgers game?

My raspberry breakfast only took me so phar, so we stopped at the Real Phood Company when I arrived in the city and picked up some nibbles.   I went with the chicken salad, although it really should have been called an apple salad with a chicken afterthought if you ask me.

Paper Bag made a great catch at the game!

Keeping with tradition, I indulged in a Giants Dog and some beer.  I have yet to see this defined anywhere in phine print, but I am quite sure it is illegal to watch a baseball game without eating a dog… just sayin’.

Nothing marks the end of a good night (at least in my definition of the world) than a slice of pizza.  Golden Boy in North Beach certainly hit the spot!

Sept 10 was a day of some phantastic phood!

In the morning, Paper Bag and I met phriends for breakfast at Caffe DeLucchi.   The artichoke hash was EXCELLENT.

The Phella and I went out to dinner at Seasons Restaurant in Davis.  I am always skeptical of restaurants that are attached to hotels, because I typically see a lack of motivation to create repeat customers.  I am happy to report that I have phound this place to be an exception to my rule.  Good work, Hallmark Inn!

Their bread sticks, while not quite as tasty at Cantinetta Luca‘s in Carmel, were pretty similar and darn delectable.  I may or may not have had phour.

Very rarely do I clean a plate phaster than The Phella, but I polished off these peaches before he could ask for a bite (or maybe he did ask but I was too engrossed with my edible enjoyment…) Really unphreakingbelievably delicious!

I did manage to snag a bite of The Phella’s wedge salad.  Thumbs up!

But my pickled beets and bean salad was better… 🙂

Unfortunately I was so phreaking phull by the time my Petaluma chicken chop came around, I hardly made a dent.

Dessert was out of the question after that marathon of mastication!

The morning of Sept 11, I had a handful of peanuts as I packed up enough to travel for a week.

The Phella and I picked up sandos at Safeway that were on sale.  Nothing to write home about…

…but the coconut we tackled made for quite an involved lunchtime activity.

I then left The Phella and Davis and headed back home to Carmel Valley to play for the week.  I got a late start so used that as justification to indulge in a tasty drive-thru dinner on my journey.

I really don’t know that I could handle living somewhere where In-N-Out isn’t.

Yeah, pretty sure that’s a definite.

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