3 February 2025 Monday

I know I’ve been requested to not post twice in a day because they can’t keep up, but I’m not quite sure they read this anymore. Here it is, in its second incarnation:

The clouds parted for only a moment, the sun shone through the window onto the plate of golden sunshine, which we put in our mouths. Sparkling and delicious, fresh and deep cooked, little salty fish umami, ginger zing, garlic eyebrows. The rain is falling now on 18th St. the streets are quiet because they are streets, they are always quiet. But the people on the streets, the vehicles, the gentle raindrops and laughing ladies, running to the car, beep beep, unlock and get in. This moment which is a picture of a snapshot of a moment in this life, let’s soften it, this life which has been filled with so many stir fries, too many stir fries.

Now, it is quiet. I am contemplating many things, young ones. First, what theme should my Oscars party have this year? I was thinking Pennsylvania Dutch, I don’t know. I watched a show about the largest buffet in America, which is in Lancaster, Pennsylvania and looks amazing, with all of its chiffon and thick, gloopy sauces, and slow cooked cave man meats from ancients times. If we make all that crap light and airy and localish, I think we could invent something new, California Pennsylvania Dutch. I think I could make it chic, at least in Northern California. Fresh Dungeness Crab Corn Croquettes, and Potato Pancake Souffle with fish roe and pea shoots and no, wait, I get ahead of myself. Let’s all just relax. Let me think about it. In the meantime, go to bed early. Let the rain fall down and snuggle and cuddle for all your might. Winter too, passes and you’ll wonder where all the water went.