Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Me Likey

A few great things I've encountered in the last while, all of them food-related:

House of Bagels (Geary and 15th Ave in SF): best Reuben sandwich I've ever had. I got mine with roasted turkey and NOT on the traditional icky rye bread (who wants to eat bread with minty fragments in it?). Incredible! They have lots of other New York deli-type stuff that looked great too plus bagels as the name implies.

El Metate (Bryant & 22nd St in SF): best quesadilla I've ever had. The ingredients seem pretty basic, so how do they do it? The place is clean, the service friendly, and in my experience, street parking isn't too bad. Props to Shannon for introducing me to it.

Bisquik: maybe you think I'm trashy--and you would be correct--but I say it's pretty hard to beat Bisquik pancakes and waffles. My pancake and waffle making has increased dramatically since having a child, and I re-discovered the mix after foolishy buying other brands or making them from scratch. I came dangerously close to buying a Bisquik cookbook at Costco the other day because of my love for it but didn't. Anyone have a great recipe to share?

Smores: Sweets have tasted pretty great to me during the 2nd half of this pregnancy. Baby especially seems to like smores (or maybe it's just me). But here's my version--this is actually what I sat down in front of the TV with the other night:

Instructions: place some chocolate chips in mouth, take bite of marshmallow and graham cracker and chew together. If I'm feeling ambitious, I might make the actual sandwich and heat it in the microwave. Or I've found dipping the crackers in melted chocolate chips is pretty fantastic too; marshmallows aren't necessarily needed.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

David After Dentist

Hee hee! Perhaps you've seen the video of this 7-year-old kid under the influence of dentist drugs. My favorite part is when he raises himself up and yells for no reason--I want to do that a lot.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Born That Way

Several members of my immediate and extended family have a tendency. A tendency to pick obsessively at blemishes, hair, peeling skin, etc. It was evident pretty early on that I had passed this trait to My Boy. I honestly don't think I taught him this behavior--it's been our own little study in what has to be genetic pre-disposition.

These photos of him picking at My Husband's feet were taken a couple months ago. What made this occasion more alarming than usual was the things My Boy was saying when My Husband tried to pull his feet away: "Hold still! Hold still, okay dad?," "Stop--it doesn't hurt," and "But I NEED to do it!" Uh-oh.








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