Thursday, February 20, 2014
Remember when you drove obscene distances for that perfect pho? Those amazing meatballs? That fantastic butter chicken? Yeah, me too. There was something challenging about "discovering" the perfect food of the moment on Yelp, trekking crazy distances to try it, oh and posting 18 pictures of said food item from various angles on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. Bonus points if the food vendor had crazy operating hours or weird requirements in order to get fed. Oh you're only open Thursdays from 10 a.m. to 11 a.m.? No problem, I'll be there. Wait, I have to sing karaoke to get an cream sandwich? Of course I'll sing 80's Madonna in my off key voice for a scoop of mint n' chip scoop sandwiched between two warm chocolate chip cookies.
It embarrasses me to admit that the Hubster and I were once so ridiculous, we huddled in a giant parking lot, in the bitter cold, with millions of other Yuppies waiting in hour long lines for random food items from a bevy of food trucks. Why? Oh yeah, for the best chicken tikka burrito. And probably because in that delusional realm, it was cool. Ah, to be young again.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
I'm not a huge fan of the month of January (why is everyone posting kale recipes?! Where are the brownies?!?) other than the fact that my most favorite food event of the entire year happens to be in January. Enter, the winter Fancy Food Show which takes place in my San Francisco 'hood every year. I've been going for the last few years (2011, 2012, and 2013) and I look forward to it more and more each year! Around January 2nd, I get super excited and tell the Hubster every other hour, "It's almost Fancy Food Show time." He pretends to be annoyed but I know he finds my enthusiasm adorable (yup, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it).
What's to love about the Fancy Food Show, you ask? Thousands of charming vendors come out to showcase brand new and interesting food products and chat about them. Each product and company has a fascinating back story. Oh, and there are gazillions of yummy samples to be had! This year, I must have eaten about 245 kinds of chocolates (and I coulda kept on eating chocolate but at some point, my legs felt like jello from all the walking and I and my super full belly had to call it quits).
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
I'm going to try to be okay with failure. Just writing that resolution down makes me pause a bit. See, this year's resolution is unlike any of years past. Every year, my resolutions have been consistently similar and always along the lines of work harder, achieve this, accomplish that. To resolve to embrace failure seems completely unnatural when you're the immigrant child of immigrant parents and the desire and expectation to succeed is hardwired in your very being.
See, we ended 2013 with what I thought was a giant failure. On Christmas day, we embarked on a 3-day intensive plan to potty train Little Man. We were ridiculously ready and might I add, a bit gung-ho. We'd read all the manuals, lined the floor of the playroom, and decorated an enormous jar for reward M&Ms. Oh, and we had a giant supply of the world's cutest Mickey Mouse underwear. A few days beforehand, the Hubster and I would say delusional things to each other like, "Little Man is super smart, I'm sure he'll totally get it." In short, we were ready to show potty training who was boss.