Tag: fourth of july

Kevin Sancimino from Swan Oyster Depot Shares Grilling Tips and the Best Types of Oysters to BBQ

Kevin Sancimino from Swan Oyster Depot Shares Grilling Tips and the Best Types of Oysters to BBQ

| July 3, 2013 | 2 Comments

Not sure what to serve this Fourth of July? Think oysters. We talked to resident oyster expert Kevin Sancimino from Swan Oyster Depot. He gave us his picks on the best oysters to barbecue this holiday weekend.

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Staycation Eye Candy: The San Francisco Ferry Plaza Farmers Market

Staycation Eye Candy: The San Francisco Ferry Plaza Farmers Market

| July 4, 2011 | 0 Comments

A visual stroll through the Saturday Ferry Plaza Farmers’ Market.

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A Tower of Chocolate: The Three-Layer Fourth of July Chocolate Cake

A Tower of Chocolate: The Three-Layer Fourth of July Chocolate Cake

| July 1, 2011 | 0 Comments

This three-layer chocolate cake is perfect for Fourth of July, with its mountain of red, white and blue decor.

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Strawberry Gazpacho

Strawberry Gazpacho

Heading off to a 4th of July barbecue? Make your hosts (and their guests) happy: bring gazpacho! And not just any old gazpacho, but a luscious version that adds ripe summer strawberries for that perfect balance of tangy and sweet.

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Happy 4th: From My Village to Yours.

Happy 4th: From My Village to Yours.

| July 3, 2009 | 2 Comments

Where I work, there are a small handful of men who occasionally begin their sentences with the phrase “In my village…”

“In my village, we have a festival.” “In my village, we would never treat an octopus in such a way.”

These men can get away with saying such things as easily as they can get away with calling women “baby” because they are Greek. The have the accent, they have an old world charm about them that clings like the smell of clove and stale cigarette smoke.

And I have always been a little bit jealous. If I were to ever pepper my sentences with the words “In my village…” People would most likely assume it was Greenwich Village. And I can just forget about using the word “baby.” Ever.

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