Foodie
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Multi-Time Zonal Birthday Fun
It’s no coincidence that if you add ‘c’, ‘h’, ‘e’ and ‘s’ to MUNI (San Francisco’s Municipal Railway) you get ‘munchies’. And boy, didn’t my poor mother witness her fair share while visiting our new city… For reason’s unbeknownst to our family, my mother is an magnet for the illicit. If there is something unsavoury, illegal or weird occurring on any street, in any city, in the entire world, it will occur 2 metres away from my mother. Move over Murphy. This is #MarysLaw. This all began about 15 years ago while walking with my father and friends from a theatre performance in the CBD to their car. A young hoodlum approached Mary (and not…
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Otto’lego’hi Raspberry & Hazelnut Friands
One of my goals is to cook my way through the cookbooks of my food idol – Yotam Ottolenghi. George has begrudgingly obliged to be my own personal Masterchef judge as I start with ‘Plenty More‘. Friand is French for ‘dainty’ or ‘gourmet’ – both words that were obviously not considered when I incorporated Lego moulds into the baking. Mass-marketing and capitalism for the win! (NB: Mr Ottolenghi’s original recipe called for Blackcurrants & Pistachios instead of Raspberries & Hazelnuts, but I forgot while being distracted by 25kg bags of Halloween candy at the supermarket so I improvised…)
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Our Pumpkin Patch has a Turkey Farm
Hypothesis: Facebook/Uber/Google-wunderkinds are benefiting most from the tech-boom. Empirical Evidence: Organic dog treats in cafés, vegan dog food at the local restaurant, canine day-care & professional dog walkers while owners are at work funding the inflated rent for apartments overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, that the dog lazes around in all day. Conclusion: In my next life, I’m coming back as a golden retriever in San Francisco.
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Too Many Backpacks, Not Enough Brunch
Having completed my wardrobe transformation from A-line dresses and patterned stockings to jeans and flats (I have yet to succumb to Seinfeld attire of accessorising with sneakers), the North Californian transformation is coming along nicely. Currently sipping my surprisingly decent macchiato in a shared-workspace/coffeeshop in the CBD, while the megaphonic voices of activists protesting climate change outside are making me feel right at home.
