this marin cheese company feta is out of this world; i picked mine up at the local coop, and whole foods carries it as well.
as reviewed by a 4-year-old’s face
tap and table with tigran. lincoln county lemonade. all the tyler hugs. so much snuggling and talking and lounging at knoobles bungalow. falling asleep with my head on tyler’s lap, watching gilmore girls.
emily’s bachelorette party. sauvignon blanc and pork belly and lamb stew and grilled octopus at good luck, then girl talk and cocktails at amy’s. weird to be on upton and for jeff and katie not to live there anymore. coming home and trying to take a picture of ty and tim snuggled up watching a movie, but it wasn’t conveying the tenderness of the moment, so i wrote about it instead. chocolate milk and kitchen chats.
rain. sleeping in. more rain. watching “friends,” looking for jobs. abundance with lou, then abilene. monkey porches and ginger ales and jeopardy. gluten free pulled pork at the new east ave wegmans. crossing delancey: the greatest birthday present. more rain. more “friends.” more jobs.
waking up to say goodbye to ty and tim, who were going away for the weekend, then back to sleep until the wedding. i put on makeup, and a milly dress, and jack rogers, and pink nails. valet parking at the MAG. crying as soon as emily walked into the hall. sugar mountain cupcake frosting. IRIS!! driving to abilene in the rain, which felt so good, knowing the streets and the places and the routes, everything right where i left it. johnny. shots of grand marnier, closing down the bar. back at the house, whiskey and music and talking.
rain. abundance in my pjs for sad rainy day snacks. big lawn in the evening: man bar, whiskey gingers, grilled salmon, the slinky and mr oreo, listening to records and playing and prancersising and some serious talks, too. crying on the way home because being back in rochester feels like home and makes san francisco feel…not.
brunch with katie at the owl house, mimosas and breakfast nachos: scrambled eggs, pepper jack, salsa fresca, avocado puree, chipotle-lime vegan mayo and stewed black beans on tortilla chips. century liquors to get ty and tim a thank-you bottle–apple pie moonshine–and some hudson bourbon to bring back with me. sitting on the porch of the garson street house with diet cherry cokes, talking about all the girls things to the late-90s r+b soundtrack of a little kid’s birthday party. sticky lips: cherry bomb pulled pork and cider mustard slaw and being surprised by styrofoam take-out containers. crawling into bed with ty and tim, catching each other up on our respective weddings. watching lost in translation while downloading music we’d been listening to at big lawn. tim digging up an album for me from the deepest annals of the internet.
iced tea at equal grounds with emily. portlandia. hugging ty goodbye in the rain. magnolia’s on lou’s couch.
fort mason market with jehnna.
brunch: goat cheese and yellow squash scramble with dill; crispy rosemary roasted purple fingerling potatoes with balsamic; gluten free pancakes with hemp seeds, shredded coconut, honey and toasted pumpkin seeds.
dolores park with a brown bag of cherries and some cookbooks.
blackberry pear cider at zeitgeist.
dinner at west of pecos, bourbon and an assortment of meats (including pork belly with crispy brussel sprouts and pickled onions.)
strawberry and white balsamic ice cream at smitten.
tea and lunch with lucy at atlas, browsed sidewalk books at dogeared, had a digital detox meeting at mission creek, ate dinner with james at dosa, went to nicky’s hockey game with marika, where i got to wear boots and a cute hat and there was a cowbell.
worked my first shift at the SPCA. took theo for a walk. ran into jeremy. met a baby. drank sidewalk juice. went to a comic book store. shopped at painted bird, where they were playing nirvana and i took a picture of an iowa tshirt. dinner at tataki with jehnna.
renting documentaries at lost weekend, cappuccino and reading at ritual, a digital detox reunion dinner at gracias madre, meyer lemon ice cream from bi-rite in a gluten-free cone, saying long goodbyes on a street corner.