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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…

Michael’s and Mundaka

23 May

I had a booth at the Heald College career phair this morning, and the powers that be were wise enough to realize that the powers that be, for me, are located in my stomach.

The event lasted until 2pm, so this held me over and prevented me from becoming the no good very bad horrible person I can become when I get overly hungry…

I met an old phriend for lunch at Michael’s Grill & Taqueria in Salinas on my way back from the career phair.

They have a solid taco salad that hit the spot.

I had dinner at Mundaka… with a phellow.

Their Ravioli (ricotta, egg, chantrelles and pancetta) was delectable.

The phellow had never been before, so I ordered Croquetas even though I had them not too long ago.  Delicious as per usual.

Tasty house bread like always…

I’ve enjoyed the Rusa (tuna, potatoes, peas, carrots and a phorty minute egg) a phew times now, mostly because I am obsessed with eggs, and the concept of a slow cooked phorty minute egg is irresistable).

The dish was saltier than the past times I’ve had it and was the least enjoyable of what we ordered.

The Calabacin is back on the menu… not sure I can express how happy this makes me!

I ventured outside of the box (I was in charge of ordering) and tried something new- the braised pork Lasagna.  Well received by both parties…

Everything went wonderfully well with the Vinho Verde I always enjoy when dining at Mundaka, and I am happy to report that the company held up under a second round of scrutiny.

I wish I had a Leningrad Lizard…

27 Apr

Wednesday morning, I woke up craving won ton soup.  So, of course, this is a picture of won ton soup from my phavorite hole in the wall Chinese joint in Salinas, right?

Wrong…  I phailed to remind the nice pholk at the restaurant that I couldn’t have shrimp in mine.  I brought the steamy styrofoam back to the office without checking. 😦

A phew minutes later, I’d negotiated a very kind lunch trade with my phabulous coworker.  If only there had been a Snack Pak up for grabs!

Rio Grill (a long time phavorite of mine since I discovered the Leningrad Lizard) has been up to some exciting stuff, and today was their grand reopening after 27 years on the Peninsula.  Chef Cy Yontz has created quite the new menu (or so I hear, because while anyone who was anyone enjoyed the phiesta, I was outside raking in the cash and never even made it in the door).

A good Samaritan was kind enough to drop some nibbles by… and I would have to say that if they were any indication, Cy done good.  I’m planning a trip inside sometime very soon.

As you phollowers have discerned, I’m a highly restrained eater, so it was rather shocking that I wasn’t disgustingly phull after the bites at Rio… or take that and reverse it.

A phellow and I decided to night cap it at Mundaka in Carmel so I wouldn’t waste away…

We started with Croquetas.

The house bread- rubbed with tomatoes- went nicely with the Boquerones.

Speaking of Boquerones…

…and a dish of Coliflor to top it off (serious horseradish in this guy- YUM!)

I enjoyed a glass of the vinho verde with the meal, which always makes me a very happy camper.

I think it was well-deserved after the phailed soup attempt and the painfully prolonged moment of pheeling like Davy Crockett at the Alamo while working the check in at the Rio event.

Good times…

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