Today I made this: Stir-Fry Chicken Something with Paprika and Goodness. Only mine looked better than hers. Of course, Zak couldn't find the camera and, in his hurry to respond to my "QUICK TAKE A PICTURE BEFORE I EAT IT ALL!!!" he broke a glass bowl in the entryway.
Anyway, we don't have a photo of mine, but this recipe rocked. This is the first time I've ever cooked with alcohol, and I mean by putting it in the food. Of course I don't mean drinking it. While cooking.
Yep, I just did that. I posted a blog about a recipe.
I really love San Francisco. I went to the grocery store and bought enough food to last us three weeks, all for around a hundred bucks, due mostly to the plethora of Chinese produce shops lining Clement Street--which is a convenient block away from our new place.
Hello, 79 cent mango. Meet your eater.
Feb 18, 2011
Hail and Sunshine in San Francisco
I have officially turned in my thesis and completed my first novel.
Now to the real stuff: making a living. Or trying to and failing.
We are adequately housed: five of us have made our home in a five-bedroom, 1907 Edwardian-style place in the Richmond of San Francisco. We still hear sirens but they are miles away. And we have a garage and a stove and oven. We're moving up in the world.
Living in community has its ups and downs; for instance, I'm never home alone (that's an up) but sometimes my shower is cold by 8am (a definite down). Our landlord lives in an in-law below the house (could go both ways, but he keeps to himself) and it takes me five minutes to walk to: work, the beach, my favorite cafe. In sum, I think we're doing fairly well.
Our room is always freezing cause we're cheap and don't want to run the heater. I am reminded of Hume, a little, when this whole blog world started. I wish I could write like I did but the poetry has long since forgotten me. Or I it. I write Young Adult now. It's okay, I guess.
I wish I could remember how to turn a phrase.
In the last week I have gone running twice because my doctor said that if I continue at my current blood pressure, a stroke is on the way. Brilliant. How old am I?
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