Oh, my beautiful girls.Oy.This week, I bought Sadie a pair of new jeans.I rarely buy new clothes for the girls. My 13-year-old sister (who never spills anything on anything) passes all of her clothes down to Sadie (who spills everything on everything), and then Rosie gets the dregs. Rosie is okay with it, as long…
Archives for November 2011
membrillo, or quince part one
I adore this fruit. There are a few foods I feel this way about. Rhubarb. Leeks. Celeriac. When I have a pile of quinces on the counter, I feel newly in love, tingly, unsure of what will happen next. I feel like I’ve discovered them. And I always have. This is something I want to…
sisig
Well, sort of sisig.This is the story.Last week, on our final night in San Francisco, we went to eat at the food trucks at Fort Mason. I know I’ve already told you this part, but I’ve got to set the stage.This is my uncle, Gary. Gary was at the heart of why I was there…
eating off the grid
Oh California. I don’t even know what to say. Do I laugh? Cry? Tease you?Or do I jump in with glee? (my mug filled with blue bottle coffee and the sriracha mayo on everything) You, my friend, are serious about your pickles. Of, course, so am I. And the cynical New England in me, the…
