You Know it's Christmas in San Francisco When:
1. You're watching men frolic in tights.
2. You're dodging drunken Santas.
3. You're trying to figure out just how many NYE house parties you can hit before you will be too drunk to go on.
4. You're listening to SomaFm's Xmas in Frisko.
by MooHaHa
5. You're asking your father to buy you a month's garage parking as your big Christmas gift.
Happy Holidays!
EB
Okay. Yes I’m a teacher. When people find out they
invariably say “ooh you’re so lucky to have summers off!” Yeah. No. I don’t get
summers off. I’m a newbie on the professorial circuit and I’m still paying my crappy
schedule-summer session-not getting paid dues. However, I do get a day or two
off a week during the summer. Which yes, is awesome (although a paycheck would
be awesomer!)
Photo by pedrosimoes7
1. Go to PARIS!
3. Catch up on This American Life at the gym.
4. Go organic in the garden.
6. Explore my city with Mundane Journeys.
7.Read. For fun. Honestly. Just one book!
8. Drink beer and go for the brass ring.
10. Go to the park. Manshelf?
What will you be doing with your summer?
EB
Mail is a good thing right? I mean, when it's not a bill? Like when it's a postcard from someone nice? Someone nice who really likes ice cream? Would you like some nice, not bill-related, but ice cream offering mail? The real kind? In your actual, attached to your house mailbox kind? Yes, I thought you would....
Join the Ice Cream Recipe Postcard Swap from Scoopalicious!
Have Fun (and send me mail :)
EB
My Last Supper by Melanie Dunea has been an obsession of mine for a while. As a photographer, Ms. Dunea captures the essence of very famous chefs and their dying wish meals in pictures. It's not your same 'ol bio and 'what are they cooking now' type of book. It's a collection of those last shebang dying wish meals.You know the game… you have time for one last meal on earth… what do you eat? Who do you eat it with? Would Tony Bourdain gorge on Grays Papaya? Would Wylie micro-freeze something? Would Ferran Adria make faux-food or something from his mother’s kitchen? Would Eric Ripert dine on bone marrow? I’m not tellin’ because I highly recommend you check out the book. The photos alone are worth it, but the real treat is some of the very surprising food items that find their way onto these chef’s tables.
What would yours be?
EB
So yes. I got to meet the incomparable Sarah of Pink of Perfection. We had cocktails at Cafe de la Presse and a great chat about what
you would do if you woke up one day with a “wildly plush bank account” and
(assuming you didn’t get it through criminal means….) What do you do? Where
would you go?
1. Buy many pairs of Laboutin's. Many…many pairs.
2. Buy a house in San Juan. One on a quiet side street with a pretty painted door.
4. Open a shop of my own. (Which if you ask D.E.M is a combo bar/souvenir shop and kitty rescue (they're everywhere in San Juan). If you ask my friends it’s an ice cream shop and I make it all (including a line of booze sorbets). If you ask me it’s a specialty foods shop.
5. Private jet. After getting stuck in Philly overnight on our return trip and thereby negating all island relaxation… I’ve decided this is a necessity.
8. Shoes… did I say shoes? Lots of shoes.
So that's it. My top 10, if I had a plush life shopping list. What's yours?
Erin
Sarah from Pink of Perfection has done it again. Her
monthly project, this month? To tell someone we care about “just how exquisite
they are.” She asks that participants “scrawl it on a college-ruled page or
make a pilgrimage to a stationery shop” in order to let that special person
know just how they have affected your life. So here goes.
Fan Letter… to my mom
That's my mom
First off, this post is waaay overdue. I should have done
it at Mother’s Day. Not because I don’t tell my mom how awesome she is
regularly… but because I haven’t told you people how amazing she is. I know she’ll read this too because she’s supportive like
that.
She has been teacher to me, beyond being a parent, a
friend, a role model, and a mentor. She’s now, and always, an inspiration.
She’s strong, supportive, independent, freakin’ adorable, supportive,
understanding, supportive, loving… did I mention supportive?
I haven’t always made the most parent-approved decisions in
my life, but she’s supported me no matter what I’ve decided to take on. Become
a bartender after she spent thousands of dollars on a college education? Ok
sure. Start a real career and then drop it all to move to New York…
shortly after 9/11… go ahead! Move back a year later with no money? C’mon home!
Accept whomever I was dating at whatever time? Why not? Like I said… my mom
rocks.
One reason she rocks…. Take Mother’s Day for example. Some
moms require jewelry, flowers, champagne and their kids doting on them with
loving, perfect eyes. My mom? Fish n’ chips and a beer at a little pub she
likes by the beach. Seriously.
Cameron’s in Half Moon Bay is a crazy English pub with a
double decker bus parked outside. They’ve got a massive menu but mom always
orders the fish n’ chips. During a fun
lunch where we played 20 questions (the little electronic kind) did she drill
me with inquiries as to when I’m going to have a kid? Nope. “How about we
toddle through town… “ was her only request. Half Moon Bay is a small town.
Once you’ve popped in the shops the only left to do is stop for ice cream. “Okie”.
See… she’s easy that way.
My mom has been through a lot in her life. Family stuff,
career stuff, relationship stuff… all the ‘stuff’ women of her generation had
to figure out how to do… in a new way. She’s always stood on her own two feet.
She’s always cared for others before herself. She’s always been there when her
family needed her. And she’s also promised never to make meatloaf or tuna
casserole ever again.
Through everything, she's kept her sense of humor and her own sense of self. My mom.... well she's amazing and I love her.
Erin
