voyager

Went in for my first SI today. (The knee and the needle are old friends.) I’m praying for relief since ablation brought none, and my current QOL is the s - -ts.

An old saw says that you can’t miss what you never had. So how can I so desperately miss someone I never met?

I am heartbroken. I wondered why last week I kept hearing Pat Meheny’s “Last Train Home”, a track we both loved. We never met but my life is richer for our minuscule but not insignificant friendship.

My drop-jaw tourist question was at Union Square where I was asked for a Starbucks and a Pottery Barn. For these you come to San Francisco?

You’re right. Urban fires used to be single dwellings, hastily put out by city firefighters. But these wind-driven fires are wildfires, leaping rooftop to treetop. Friends in Santa Monica are panicked about their several blocks lined with palm trees, ready to act as matches.

These wind-driven fires are indeed terrifying. They leap-frog when blowing embers land tens of yards away on tinder (aka houses and foliage, anything combustible). Their speed is incomprehensible.

Are all of our SoCal family safe?

Since "I'll never be French", you can construct plate for me! No complaints at all.

Thanks for this. Much falls into that sad category of “why would the chef think I’d want to eat this????!!!”

Many thanks, people. We do our best. 😀

Married 66 years! On that day, so long ago, I could never have imagined it. It went by fast.

Gotta git me some Kunik. Like l'Oreal says, "because I'm worth it!" Many thanks.

Our Christmas dinner was last night, Christmas Eve. Son and 3 sprogs came over mid-afternoon to construct the annual croquembouche. Excellent tower resulted. My back was screaming all day, so I cut courses and dishes from the menu in order to avoid disaster. As it were, the standing rib was undercooked, the Yorkshire stuck to the bottom of the baking dish and the peas I reached for in the freezer turned out to be edamame. But everyone refrained from comment and a loving time had by all, of course made possible by the Hoovered-up croquembouche. Thank God it's over and today has been more or less one extended albeit segmented nap. Son is returning with dim sum this evening. Thank God for good kids! Ho, ho, ho to all! May your roast be cooked to your liking!

Only half? You should live in town! 90% And the rest are "out of stock".

Didn't Antoine Westermann cook his famous roast chicken by "boiling" it before roasting? Reportedly incredibly juicy; IMHO, a great way to make chicken broth => toss the bird.

This stodge is for Sneak. Pork belly, mushroom, barley soup. Warm comfort on a stormy day.

I've resigned myself to having entered my second childhood. What else explains that 90% of shelf goods now come in "childproof" packaging.

Not if I drop in.

That looks like chicken in vin jaune sauce, not shabby at all!

Many "box recipes" become family traditions and are given homely names like "Gramma Lydia's Incredible Brownies" or regional tags like "California Date Bars".

Many thanks, all. This stroll down memory lane is almost as good as being able to reach back to the original posts.

Would someone repost the soofle recipe? I made it years ago and family found it inedibly sweet. Must have been my bad. Many thanks.

We combined the twins' birthday with Thanksgiving and celebrated Sunday, day before yesterday, breaking most traditions as individual requests were met. Ham, stuffing, (store bought) turkey gravy, cranberry sauce, naked baked yams (slathered with butter at table). cauliflower in Amatriciana sauce (a restaurant discovery and choice of birthday boy), mile high chocolate carrot cake, special order bakery apple pie (again for birthday boy). My New England focused father would have been horrified, but current family members' itches were scratched.

No doubt a difficult but IMHO a very healthy decision. I am unequaled in beating myself up over monetarily inconsequential but sentimental lost or broken items.

Er, I am the only diner to turn down angulas at Etxebarri. My loss, so I was told.