Spending the day with Bruce and Meridith and Jenne and Aaron in San Francisco. There's this thing called public transportation. Such a strange thing. I must know more about this public transportation.
Bruce and Meridith and Aaron and Jenne.
The old ferry building transformed into affluent yuppie hippie food emporium. So over the top foodie expensive with organic this and rare imported that. Of course, I'm practically peeing in my pants with excitement. The giant celery looking things are called "cardoons." They're related to artichokes, and require hours and hours of peeling and hours and hours of boiling to prepare. Supposed to taste like a mild subtle artichoke. We're lazy and didn't get these. We'll wait until they come out with freeze dried cardoon flakes like instant mashed potatoes. I imagine cardoons would be good tempura fried. And I'll keep imagining because I'm not going to spend an entire day to make a dish with cardoon.
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