Sparkwood & 21

I'd Totally Eat Breast Milk Ice Cream

I would eat breast milk ice cream, and I don't really get why other people find the idea so repellent.

I mean, really, if you eat dairy, what you are doing is already more disgusting.

Humans drink the milk of cows, eat the cheese of goats and slurp the yogurt of sheep. We eat the mozzarella of a big, fat buffalo.

We consume the mucous-making life fluids of animals that are not us. That, if anything, is gross.

So, bring on the breast milk ice cream. I'll eat it up.

The Diners in New York Are Ridiculously Great

Broad menus, breakfast all day long, full bars.

I watched a woman order a waffle and a pinot grigio, and laughed at the combination, but once it arrived at her table it looked like the best idea in the world.

Foods I Have Eaten Most Often Since Moving to New York

• Bagels
• Bagels
• Bagels
• Vodka
• Wine
• Pizza
• Falafels
• Bagels
• Bagels
• Cheese (naturally)
• Bagels

Change and Birth and Such

My giant tub of protein powder has shipped.

And suddenly this biscuit and gravy girl wonders who she has become.

Food blog forthcoming.

Food Meet Face, a Recommendation

May I recommend Trader Joe's roasted tomato and red pepper soup to you? Because it is the yummiest, creamiest, most satisfying grocery store soup known to man. It tastes like someone melted butter in it.

It's low in fat, low in calories, full of nutrients and tastes like a big ol' hug. From your biggest, most lingering crush.

Dinner

Last night I took the 1-California line all the way to 10th Avenue. The air was cold enough that I could see my breath. I passed a Chinese hot pot place where diners sat in couples smiling over steaming bowls that fogged the windows.

I wandered into a Russian market that promised "fine cheeses," and there looked to be fine cheeses indeed, but I couldn't read anything in there, and the woman clerk never turned around from washing her hands, so I left and went to the Korean market that had everything I have never heard of. Kim chee sat in rows and rows in large refrigerators. Soju bottles held a barely-dressed smiling woman on the front, dozens of her. I selected a "pho" noodle soup packet for $1.50, some instant miso and made my way home.

After unpacking and arranging more of the kitchen, I boiled water and poured it over the packet's contents, popped The Big Lebowski in the computer and slurped salty, salty soup on my bed wearing the biggest socks you've ever seen.

Orange Drink

When I was a little girl my grandmother gave me oranges to eat. Regularly. She almost always had bright, round citrus around, and she almost always gave me one.

My Dad would cut a hole in the stem end of the fruit; a somewhat deep, but not gaping, hole.

Then I would squeeze the orange, and its juices would bubble to the top and up through the hole. My lips would become sticky from slurping up the liquid, the loud sucking sounds continued until no more came forth when I pressed with tiny hands.

I don't know why I don't eat oranges that way anymore.

Eating San Francisco

7x7, the website about San Francisco, published a list of 100 foods you must eat in San Francisco before you shuffle off. It's an impressive round-up, and in just over one year I've had eight:

Tea-leaf salad at Burma Superstar

I had this with Ariel, who was in town briefly for work. She recommended this place, which usually has a crazy long wait thanks to its being on the Food Network and shit. But we didn't have to wait too long. At her request we had the fermented tea lead salad, a delicious concoction made right at your table. What they don't mention on the menu is that, HEY! You will be up alllll night if you are the least bit sensitive to caffeine. I think I flew home.

Beer sausage with sauerkraut and grilled onions at Rosamunde Sausage Grill

Right next to Toronado, a divey beer bar with an awesome selection and surly bartenders. Strike that, make it bartender. They are always understaffed. I had a beer sausage one day with a hefeweizen after a sunshine-y day in Golden Gate Park. Yum.

Prime rib at House of Prime Rib

I don't like prime rib all that much, but the best I've ever had. The beet/iceberg salad they serve before hand is almost as good.

Cheeseburger at Taylor’s Automatic Refresher

I love working so close to the Ferry Building.

Buckwheat crepe and a French cider at Ti Couz (minus the cider)

See my review on Yelp.

A cheese slice at Arinell Pizza

Simple, thin crust, so good.

A margarita at Tommy’s Mexican Restaurant

Came here for my roomie's birthday party. The food at this place is not so hot, but the margarita will make you fall in love.

Irish coffee at the Buena Vista Cafe

Actually had this on vacation back before I moved to San Francisco. I don't like Irish coffee all that much.

Tonight, I have the chicken pot pie at Liberty Café. I have a date with my roommate; this place is in our neighborhood. It was complete coincidence that we planned to pot pie the day this list was published. I can't wait.

COMPLETELY UNRELATED: Have you stopped by my work blog lately? No? Oh, you definitely should.

Better Than Chocolate

I made a list.

I plan on writing about my new love affair with cheese here soon.

Corporate Copywriting

Semifreddi's is a bakery based in the East Bay. I like their sweet baguettes a lot. I buy one at least once a week.

Just this week I noticed some instructions of the side of the bag. It said (paraphrasing), "People ask us what to do with leftover baguettes, so here's some advice:  Day 1 - Slice and toast, then top with jam or butter. Day 2 - Cut in cubes, bake and use as croutons. Day 3 - Grate and use as breadcrumbs. Day 4 - Use to hammer nails."

Obviously, this is awesome.