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The Phood of January

18 Mar

The rumors are true.  I actually phell off the phace of the Earth.  It was quite an experience, but thanks to these new gravity boots, I’m doing quite well. (That was for you, Dainty…)

So it’s 2012, and the blogging will continue until morale improves…  but with a phew changes.

  • #1- I plan to post weekly, because the whole every day concept was simply ludicrous.  Unless y’all want to pay me to blog.  If so, let’s talk.  I am MORE than willing to be as ludicrous as you’d like if there’s actual cash involved.  Or a book deal.  I could handle that, too.  Or phood.  Well, really just pizza and wings.
  • #2- I am tired of carrying my big phancy camera around (not that I don’t absolutely adore my amazing camera- one of The Phella’s best gift ideas!) but it gets to be too much at times, epecially when pholks start to stare and become convinced I am a restaurant critic… (if I was, wouldn’t I be a bit more stealthy, I’d hope?).  So moral of that story- I am testing out an iPhone photo only approach.  I have downloaded the Camera+ app, which thus phar, I am rather pleased with, and we’ll see how it goes.
  • #3- I have some major catching up to do, but now that I’ve got a phabulous new computer, the process should lack the trials and tribulations I grew accustomed to with the old (and now suicidal) dinosaur of a laptop that I had.

So here’s January.  It was a busy month…

We got back from a phabulous 10 day cruise, and coming back to reality was lame to say the least.

The Ducks won the Rose Bowl (The Phella was VERY excited about this, while I could not have cared less.  You see, as much as I love him, I am a Beaver… and anyone who knows anything about college sports and the state of Oregon, we are destined to hate one another for life.  Ah well, keeps it interesting!)

We both attempted the two week long Special K Challenge.  No real positive effects for either of us (not to mention I phound it pretty impossible to stick to, as I’m such a social eater.)

We gained a new pooch, Clover, a spirited and slobbery English Bulldog who will make her debut in phuture posts…

I went to San Francisco and then San Diego to celebrate Dainty’s 30th birthday.  Like the phirst ant at a picnic, we’re all taking the plunge this year… so I’ll say it right now.  Don’t judge me for what I eat in May when I start to eat my pheelings.

I learned that baking bread in a toaster oven was not the best idea I’d ever had.  I also learned that if you simply cut off the part of the loaf that caught on phire, nobody will complain.

Oh, and both of my parents came to visit on separate occasions, hence the justification for the ridiculously gluttonous meals at The Press Bistro and The Mustard Seed… and Monticello Seasonal Cuisine… twice.  So not my phault!

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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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