Let's say that it's a typical summer day in the San Francisco Bay Area. You wake up and it's 52 degrees outside and foggy--not rainy, just foggy and threatening to drizzle. You get on your computer and all of your friends' facebook statuses/gmail away messages/life summaries say, paraphrased, "Seriously, 52 degrees in July? This is not why I moved to California." Then you put on pants, roll out of bed, and go to work. Three separate times during the course of your day you hear the phrase, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. I think Mark Twain said that." Someone you don't like corrects whoever said that: "Actually, that's been incorrectly attributed to Mark Twain for over 100 years. Even Cash Cab got it wrong." The sun peeks out for about three hours between noon and 3 PM and things heat up to, oh, say, 61, but there's no point in the day where you would even consider stepping outside without your hiking jacket for fear of the fog rolling back in. You might go to sleep wearing a sweatshirt because turning the heat on in July just seems wrong.
Then you wake up the next day and it happens again.
So bearing this in mind just let me say: sorry if you live in Snowsville USA right now, but it is February 6 and it is effing beautiful in San Francisco. This blog entry maybe begins to describe it. It was so beautiful that the first words out of my mouth this morning were, "Let's make sandwiches and get on our bikes and go and have a picnic somewhere." So that's what Jeff and I did--we packed got on our bikes and went to Baker Beach and hung out in the sand under the Golden Gate Bridge and the blue sky eating egg salad sandwiches with homemade mayonnaise and blue cheese. That's kind of the trifecta of things you should not take as picnic food for fear of deadly bacterial growth, but hey, I feel fine.
I felt fine all the way through the choir rehearsal I had from 7 - 9 PM tonight. As one of the tenors noted: "Only Marika could schedule choir rehearsal during both the Super Bowl and Game 7 of the World Series in the same year." Well, point taken, but actually it only went to Game 5 this year! Maybe she was expecting it to go to seven! Can you really blame her?
Other things I ate today: mashed beans on rye toast with bacon and braised chard, then olive oil cake with rosemary and bergamot (which is even better the second day).
Then you wake up the next day and it happens again.
So bearing this in mind just let me say: sorry if you live in Snowsville USA right now, but it is February 6 and it is effing beautiful in San Francisco. This blog entry maybe begins to describe it. It was so beautiful that the first words out of my mouth this morning were, "Let's make sandwiches and get on our bikes and go and have a picnic somewhere." So that's what Jeff and I did--we packed got on our bikes and went to Baker Beach and hung out in the sand under the Golden Gate Bridge and the blue sky eating egg salad sandwiches with homemade mayonnaise and blue cheese. That's kind of the trifecta of things you should not take as picnic food for fear of deadly bacterial growth, but hey, I feel fine.
I felt fine all the way through the choir rehearsal I had from 7 - 9 PM tonight. As one of the tenors noted: "Only Marika could schedule choir rehearsal during both the Super Bowl and Game 7 of the World Series in the same year." Well, point taken, but actually it only went to Game 5 this year! Maybe she was expecting it to go to seven! Can you really blame her?
Other things I ate today: mashed beans on rye toast with bacon and braised chard, then olive oil cake with rosemary and bergamot (which is even better the second day).
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