What did we do for two weeks, on our recent trip to California? Eat. Non-stop.
Somehow all my San Francisco friends now work with, around or in restaurants (and those that don’t, have a home kitchen to ridicule most professional restaurants). Two weeks of uninterrupted home-cuisine, haute-cuisine, haute-concept, cheap Indian, puntastic Thai (seriously: “Thai-tanic salad”? really?), Kubrickian American (way up there in the mountains) and near-daily morning brunches featuring lovely crispy bacon and heaps of Californian cheese.
Guess who was overcome with joy at the thought of a simple, light, miso soup upon getting back home…
There were many positively awesome things about Scott & Cassie’s wedding ceremony, but their choice of reading, as powerful yet appropriate reminder of the state of marriage law these days, was a particularly cool one.
Heard at the Japanese souvenir shop of the Japanese Tea Garden:
Very Large White Woman: I am looking for these Japanese dolls…
Japanese shop employee: ah… Kokeshi, yes, we have them here.
Very Large White Woman: No, no… Not this kind. The ones that fit inside one another.
Japanese shop employee: You mean… Russian nesting dolls?
Very Large White Woman: Yes! Got any of those?
Japanese shop employee: …