CHEAP EATS I've lost track of how many parts there have been in this three-part series. Hopefully more than three. Hopefully not more than six. I wouldn't want to rock anyone over the ridge. Same time, I do want to show off my new neighborhood.
So: Rockridge Cafe. Been there twice, and both times I got the same thing, the Italian scramble, which is great. They also have ricotta cheese pancakes, and a lot of other cool stuff, but I'm telling you: Italian scramble. Sausage, provolone, some other things, eggs of course, and I think parsley. Read more »
CHEAP EATS I never should have given away my chickens. I should have bonked their heads off and plucked them and cut them up and put them in the freezer. How unfarmerly of me to give them away! I knew I would regret it, but didn't know it would hit me like this, right here, right now, in New York City.
Tomorrow night I'm doing a reading here. It's so cold. I keep clicking my heels together and not going anywhere. It's so, so, so, so cold, like, zero. Read more »
CHEAP EATS John Campbell's Irish Bakery is famous for its scones and pasties. My friend the Maze is famous for grinding his way through medical school and then choosing to work in publishing freelance, at that. A feat of audacious and lively present-tensitivity for which he will forever be cemented into my heart, no matter how many crumbs he leaves in my car.
We have this sweet new routine where he runs across town to USF, where I play soccer Sunday mornings, and that way we can both be smelly and sweaty when we go out for breakfast. Read more »
CHEAP EATS Red. Green. Yellow. Dark green. Orange. Light green to the point of being almost yellow. Earl Butter was showing me his peppers, which is not a euphemism. If it were, I wouldn't know what it meant. So lucky for all of us, this was literal Truth. There they were, true peppers, in all their shapely and colorful glory, on Earl's kitchen table. Some of them were in bags.
CHEAP EATS When it's cold and dark in the trees, and drippy. When I get cabin feverish. When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when Weirdo the Cat camps out on my forehead and taps my cheeks all night to make sure I don't drift ... when my witchy, woodsy ways bite my own bad ass and instead of chicken farmerly I start to feel isolated and scared, that's when my bathtub steps up. Or, more literally, I step in.
If you ask me, I've got the sweetest bathing situation in the whole Bay Area. Read more »
CHEAP EATS Earl Butter had just called out for Chinese food when I called him to see if he wanted to go out for Chinese food, or any kind of food, for that matter. I didn't have anything in particular in mind. Just food and seeing Earl, because it had been a week. And you start to miss a guy like Earl. I do.
"I just ordered Chinese," he said. "It'll be here any minute."
"Delivery?" I said. "Why would you do that?"
He said he gets bored, he gets lonely, his cat won't even sleep with him anymore. Read more »