OH, HI. Yesterday when Bee and I went for a run in Golden Gate Park, I varied my route slightly. The walk home (you didn't think I ran the whole way, did you?) seemed to be taking an awfully long time, but I figured I was just tired. This side of the park is so much quieter than our side, I thought, and I remembered how amusingly worried my parents used to be when I told them I had gone for a jog in Central Park (which, on a pretty day, the kind of day I might actually jog, is as crowded as the subway at rush hour). Then I came over a rise and saw the ocean, looking much, much closer than it should have. Ever such a small change in our routine, and we ended up at the continent's edge. It was a mistake, but as long as we were there, I thought we should check out the beach. By some miracle, Andrew had gotten out of work early and was able to come rescue us. It would have been a long, chilly walk home!
The whole month has been a little like that--best intentions, hard work, wrong turns, husband (or grandparents) ex machina. I've resumed work on a long-dormant freelance project, which means that I bounce back and forth between days that are horrifically productive and evenings when I'm horrified to discover that I've done nothing but read and noodle. Just before bedtime one night last week, Bee grabbed Elizabeth David's Summer Cooking from a stack of cookbooks and started dashing about frantically and shouting something that sounded like, "I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm fine!" So that's where we are...FINE, THANKS, WHY DO YOU ASK?
Anyway, I haven't been feeling a lot of inspiration in the getting dinner on the table department, and yet it keeps showing up...usually. Having a farmers' market down the street is like living a block away from the gym; when it's that close, you just go because there's truly no excuse not to. I've neglected my Web logging for a good long while now, but the scribbled logging of what we ate has been faithfully performed and is now ready for transcription:
- 6.27 returned from Florida in evening, made a wonderful plain salad with vinaigrette, perfect post-vacation
- 6.28 ordered from Burma Superstar as part of campaign to enjoy San Francisco while here; we basically ate and enjoyed everything recommended by Tea, which is how I heard of the restaurant in the first place
- 6.29 spaghetti, tomato sauce, salad
- 6.30 this was the day we picked berries; ate fish in Half Moon Bay before driving home
- 7.1 broccoli fried rice (same technique as linked recipe, but no pork, obviously)
- 7.2 beans, zucchini, quinoa queso fresco
- 7.3 collards, posole and bean bake
- 7.4 pork tenderloin, collards, creamed hominy
- 7.5 leftovers
- 7.6 pizza, salad (plain homemade pizza adored by baby for the first time)
- 7.7 pasta, pork (?)
- 7.8 Mexican eggs
- 7.9 fideo from America's Test Kitchen Handbook--smelled heavenly, tasted gross, possibly used wrong kind of noodles
- 7.10 baked whole striped bass per Julia, lovely; tweaked Madhur Jaffrey saag paneer with less success; whole wheat couscous
- 7.11 Luisa's chicken legs, sauteed beet stems, bread
- 7.12 Indian spiced lentil soup, beet salad, bread
- 7.13 lentil soup, beets
- 7.14 pasta with pesto, farmers' market tomatoes, peaches
- 7.15 herring hash--so yummy
- 7.16 quinoa, beans, kale, queso fresco, cilantro
- 7.17 roast chicken (2 tbs butter, some fennel seeds and red pepper flakes), farro, cauliflower (on a side note, I simmered the chicken's carcass and raw neck with no vegetables, then I discarded the exhausted bones and cooked that broth down into some of the tastiest chicken stock I've ever made, no onion no bouquet garni no nothing)
- 7.18 pasta with pesto, tomatoes
- 7.19 leftovers?
- 7.20 vegetable enchiladas, not a great success
- 7.21 hamburgers, cole slaw (I like to eat a hamburger when I am feeling low on energy)
- 7.22 yummy tofu, rice
- 7.23 bread, deviled eggs, eggplant caviar
- 7.24 parents in town--Fish!
- 7.25 Tacubaya with parents
- 7.26 defrosted chicken enchiladas (parents gone, obviously)
- 7.27 Mexican eggs
- 7.28 chicken Escoffier (more on this tomorrow, I hope!), salad, tomatoes
- 7.29 eggplant spaghetti--would like to top this with toasted breadcrumbs next time
- 7.30 pizza from Arizmendi, tomatoes
- 7.31 carrots with basil, quinoa
Training baby to do my work for me. Big words lately are "note" (meaning "give me a pen and some paper, I need to scribble") and "self" (meaning "let me do it myself").