It might be beach season, which might mean I should start something resembling an exercise routine; especially because I woke up this morning and immediately made strawberry cake*, and ate it after a separate breakfast; and especially because Will**, not 30 seconds ago, just brought me back the best pasta, cheese and flatbread from La Ghianda - I'm almost annoyed at how good everything from that place is.
* I halved the recipe and used 1/4 cup almond meal in place of flour; baked in small tart pans.
On Friday I was stricken with some mystery stomach illness: couldn't get out of bed, couldn't look at moving objects without feeling nauseous, and worst of all, had zero appetite. If I did eat, it was plain jukand nothing else (except I put in lots of ginger, garlic and lime leaves, don't tell my mom).
Four days later, mystery bug still unsolved. But now that I can stand up without clutching my stomach, and eat regular foods without adverse tummy reactions, I've mostly been in the kitchen. More relaxing than sitting in a coffee shop, and more rewarding than lying in bed all day!
My friend Nic is not only a banjo-playing web designer, he's also pretty awesome at doodling, painting, and creating creatures that will grip your heart with cuteness.
Someone this cool could only live in San Francisco.
It's been a ridiculous year; but it feels really good to want to pursue something you sat in a classroom to learn about (that period where I wanted to rehabilitate orangutans in Borneo after taking a few primatology classes didn't count).
I had some buttons made over at Six Cent Press, those guys are pretty much the best.