weekend of food

oh what a weekend we had... delicious food left and right. man, it was a gastrointestinal dreamland.

the 112 burger and tres leches cake at 112 eatery



sandwiches, salads and soups at the Be'wiched deli.



loaded hashbrowns and breakfast quesadillas at French Meadow.



fresh baked bread at Great Harvest



and oreo ice cream from Sebastian Joe's


it doesn't get much better than that.


(oh, and in case you were wondering, the meeting of the parents went extremely well. but i obviously have a one-track mind in which good food trumps all...)

parental units

tonight is the night that the parental units- his and mine- will first meet.

wish me luck.

(in actuality, i'm not at all concerned... even though society tells me this is supposed to be a scary event, i'm actually quite looking forward to it. i even woke up this morning and said out loud, "it feels like christmas!" my ever-practical other half decided this was a bit of an overstatement, but did agree that it was indeed an exciting day.)

yum

sunday brunch. it had been a long time since i'd done it right. but yesterday i made up for it... well, maybe i should say The Bad Waitress made up for it. i'd never been, but had heard great things... and was not let down. i was with a group of four, and everyone was satisfied... and therefore stuffed.

omelettes, scrambles, benedict- this place knows its eggs. and the pancakes? enormous, topped with fruit, just the right consistency of doughiness and straight-from-the-grill-edness. (and, they're even great the next day as a monday morning treat.) and those english muffins! i forgot to ask where those magnificent morsels come from... but it has to be a local bakery, or baked in-house, because they were twice the thickness of "normal" english muffins, and tasted like bread dough heaven. yum indeed.

i was so hungry, and excited about the plates of food in front of me, that i forgot to take photos until halfway through the meal... but i suppose that adds a little authenticiy, yes?

oh! a little detail: it's not so much the bad waitress as it is the lack-of-waitress. you write your order on your own slip (i had a little trouble), pre-pay before your meal, get your own water, and really only see your server when he or she brings your food. however, there are enough servers around that you can flag one down to ask questions- which we did, and she was quite delightful. not bad at all.

don't get in the way

"life is about not getting in the way of ourselves; it's about letting yourself release your inner, free soul, and doing so with joy."
- my friday yoga teacher

back from the dead (i hope)

if you're reading this, pat yourself on the back (or give yourself a little hug) for not completely giving up on me. i thought about trying to excuse my inexcusable behavior, attempting to justify my lack of posting, taking a stab at digging myself out of the hole i've dug myself into in the blogosphere. but, i decided against it. and the reasoning was twofold: a) i don't really have a good enough excuse, and b) i'm back, and (at least to my creative spirit) that's all that matters.

so, where was i...

ah, yes, costa rica. man, that was a good trip. a few visual highlights? why not...


flowers. everywhere.

saddling up to the bar in this pool, tucked away from the rain...

speaking of rain... it sounds pretty neat falling on these leaves...

boating through canals...

...and seeing these creatures

floating in hot springs from an active volcano, and somehow ending up with the entire place to ourselves...

skies that looked like this...

... and this

and afternoons spent on beaches like these...

hammocks for lazy mornings...

...and pools for balmy nights

fruity shakes

feeling small

and just being together