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Week Three for Me…

19 Nov

Saturday, October 15th started off with some peas-nuts and a phlurry of cleaning phrenzy, as my mother was coming to visit along with the owners of my phavorite B&B of all time (I know I’ve mentioned this heavenly spot in Gilroy before… you should all be so lucky as to experience the unsurpassed hospitality…)

Once they all arrives, we walked through the Pharmers Market and around downtown until we phound ourselves at Village Pizza & Grill for lunch.  I had their goat cheese salad and really enjoyed it.

I also snagged a piece of their prosciutto pizza which was as delicious as they last time I had it.

After a phun-philled day of catching up and hanging every single piece of art in my new home (seriously how did I get so lucky to have such helpful and awesome pholks in my life??), The Phella joined us, and we showed our guests the delight which is Taste of Thai.

We tried a new item- the crab phried rice- which I would never order again, but everything else was delicious as per usual.

The next day, I was so busy (doing what you ask… I have no clue) I phorgot to eat until late in the afternoon at my sorority’s Phounder’s Day Luncheon in Old Town Sacramento (which sorority you ask… the very best one, of course!).

Phueled by the phun of meeting a group of sisters I’d never met, I stayed in Old Town after the event.  I met up with a phellow I’d had the pleasure of meeting at Boot’s wedding in April for dinner at Ten22.  Needless to say, I phailed MISERABLY with my phirst shot and my attempt to deal with the super low lighting (we sat outside on a patio).

I wizened up and used my phlash when my phig tart arrived.  So phreaking tasty!

The highlight of the evening, other than the phabulous company, and other than losing my parking ticket and having the attendant give me a gimme, was that I phound $12 on the ground.  Not a bad evening!  When I got home, I enjoyed a sugar-phree phudgesicle as I thumbed through a cookbook I bought as a gift for Paper Bag (it’s ok to admit this, as even though it was intended as a Christmas gift, I got a bit too excited and already gave it to her… not sure if I have even mentioned on the blog how much I LOVE- and pride myself on the ability- to give gifts).

Munday…

Healthy lunch in my cube…

Really not so great “creamed” corn dish I made (I blame Martha Stewart for claiming it would be good… it certainly wasn’t my phault!) while I prepped some eggplant to cook for The Phella.  Moral of the story- trying a recipe that is a healthy version of creamed corn is a phutile endeavor.  Creamed corn is delicious for a reason and attempting to make a skinny version is just not wise.

When I got to The Phella’s house, I had him and this homemade carrot bread waiting for me to sample, courtesy of our new phriend, Phiona.  Yum!

Tooozeday…

Seriously, Nathan’s Phamous Pickles live up to their name.  True story.

I made grilled chicken and lentils for The Phella’s study group.  Sometimes I’m nice like that… sometimes…

If I haven’t mentioned this, my lentils are as phamed and delicious as my Brussels sprouts.  If you beg creatively enough, I might just share the recipe… maybe…

Wedenesday…

Leftovers for breakfast/lunch.

Spaghetti squash & goat cheese for dinner… not very good.

Phollowed up with more lentils… very good.

Therrsday…

Egg carnage.

Leftovers plus some tasterific organic grapes- the kind with the edible seeds in them.  Love.

Homemade tomatoe jam on carmelized onion bread for dinner.  Works for me!

Phriday!

I was so excited that it was Phriday (which meant phriends coming to visit) that I phorgot to eat breakfast and also phorgot to pack a lunch. That meant I didn’t eat until dinner, which was barbecued chicken and assorted accoutrements.  The BBQ marked my phirst official social event held at my new pad (which included Paper Bag, the phellow from Sunday night, The Phella and some additional new phriends who I am sure will pop up in phuture posts…)

“Dessert” consisted of me phorcing everyone to try my tomatoe jam.  Every claimed it was not only edible but delicious… but it was a captive audience.

And then it was Saturday… woohoo!

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.

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