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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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August Rush

20 Sep

Soooo…

One upon a time, there was a girl with a blog.  She loved the blog very, very much and looked phorward to working on it each day.  Then her life turned upside down, and she began to neglect the blog.

See, one could blame The Phella, partially, because by getting back together, that put moving into the works.  Moving requires a lot- job searching, house searching, purging, packing, pharewelling… you get the picture.

THEN you actually phind all those things and actually move… and that leads to not having internet.  And that, my phriends, makes blogging rather difficult.

So where does that put us, you ask?  It puts us in Davis (well, San Diego at this exact moment visiting phriends before having to return to a horribly disorganized, half unpacked, very small and oven-less house in Davis) with lots of catching up to do.

Below is August 1 through August 27.  I saved the rest of the month for its own post because of an amazing themed birthday party I went to where the phood most certainly warranted its own post.

And hopefully, by the end of this week, we’ll be back in real time.  And we can explore the culinary options available to an oven-less Davis neophyte such as myself…

July 15,16,17

1 Sep

July 15

Subway Breakfast

In N Out Phlying Dutchman and Phries

“Strawberry” Cherries

Phorest Theatre Picnic

Second Helping…

July 16

Baldemiro’s Salsa

Baldemiro’s Breakfast Burrito

Cheese and Crackers

Phig Salad at Bittersweet Bistro

“Recession Buster” Pizzas at Bittersweet Bistro

July 17

LouLou’s Griddle in the Middle Pomegranate Mimosas

Squiddle & Eggs

Blueberry Pancakes (borrowed a phew bites)

Corn and Couscous

Phinal Day of Grilled Cheese Month (insert sad phace)

10 May

Phirst off, I will apologize to you, my phabulous phollowers, for phalling off the proverbial phoodfoto wagon this past week.  Yesterday welcomed the last year of my twenties to the party, and I spend a phair amount of time celebrating that phact.

Prepare yourselves for a blitzkrieg of posts later this evening…

So back to last Saturday, April 30th, which marked the phinal day of National Grilled Cheese Month.

I wore black for the occasion.

I started the day with a little brain phood as we rushed off to class.

I consider the leftover piece of pizza I had as a mid-morning snack to qualify as brain phood as well.

When lunch rolled around, we rolled ourselves over to the best deli in town- Country Grains (it might actually be the only deli in town, but nonetheless…)

I tried a Turkey & Cranberry sando for the phirst time, and it phelt like Thanksgiving in my mouth.

I also indulged in a new chip phlavor (that sounded more exciting that it actually turned out to be…)

…and then balanced that out (in my own mind) with some baby carrots.  Speaking of, that name has always amused me, as they are most certainly not actual baby carrots…

Just because something is shaved down to a baby-like size, does not, in my opinion, give us the right to remove its level of maturity.  Am I alone on this?

My phlight home from PDX was D.E.L.A.Y.E.D. so it was awfully late by the time I graced SJC with my presence.  I took a wrong turn leaving the airport which ended up being an excellent choice!  I discovered a road that has two soul phood restaurants to offer as well as an In N Out.  I plan to save the soul phood for my next trip, but where better to end the merry merry month of grilled cheese than In-N-Out?!?

Until next year, National celebration of phinding excuses to indulge… until next year.

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