Chances are you live a stone’s throw away from a Thai restaurant in your neighborhood, and you’ve got a go-to local favorite for pad thai. These days I often find myself traveling north of Berkeley, where there’s quite a few wonderful Thai eateries clustered in Albany, El Cerrito and San Pablo locales.
This week I scored big. In addition to finishing off a pint of burnt caramel ice cream I found a dusty but still strongly bound first edition of Laughter on the Hill, a book about a young woman who moved to San Francisco alone in the winter of 1940. (Grandmothers, 1955. Courtesy of San Francisco […]
Well, I knew he was coming, but I didn’t bake one. I bought one instead. Do you think I could make a cake as precious as the one below? Perhaps, but not under stress. I thought about baking him a cake, but I’ve been known to impart too much meaning into such baked goods before. […]