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If you’ve been following along for a few weeks, you’ve likely already tired of a pattern in these posts: Bash weather in D.C. Bash weather in Seattle. Brag about sunshine in California.
But here’s the truth: I desperately miss the weather.
Puddle jumping with Denali
Thanksgiving day hike
The turkey’s tryptophan kicked in before I had a chance to click “Publish” last night. Oh well. Hope you had a great Thanksgiving with friends and family!
Did someone say crabs?
Am I the only misguided Washingtonian who believed Dungeness crabs hail exclusively from the Dungeness Spit, about two hours north of Seattle?
How myopic of me. It turns out Dungeness crabs scuttle up and down the West Coast, and San Francisco has its own rich history with the crustacean. Have you heard of the city’s famed seafood stew, the cioppino? Best served with a hunk of sourdough bread, this hearty tomato broth-based concoction of Dungeness crab, clams, shrimp, scallops, squid, mussels, and fish is said to have originated in the late 1800s with Italian fishermen in San Francisco’s North Beach neighborhood.
Raise your hand if you’ve watched the movie Fried Green Tomatoes. Repeatedly. Almost as much as you watched Disney as a child.
Denali’s favorite roughage
To say I have a brown thumb is an understatement. For most of my life, my gardening nickname could easily have been Queen Black Thumb of Death. My brown thumbs were so bad that I would have these horrible visions of plants cowering in the corner when I walked through the local nursery or The Home Depot—like guppies recoiling from Ursula in The Little Mermaid.
Carnitas tacos
I have a confession to make. Last week’s parmesan-cauliflower cake was sort of a dud. After eating it for lunch and dinner two days in a row, I gave Denali a slice and gave the garbage the rest. In a panic to post something, anything, I’m afraid I lowered my standards.
Clary Sage 