July 28, 2011
Fresh as a Fossil
NB “Best-By” date.
The new kitchen motto:
It’s Not Crud.
It’s Organic Patina.
Somebody actually managed to put 60 candles on our friend Enid’s birthday cake. Remind me not to invite that person to my next one; my birthday coincides with the date of Oakland-Berkeley Hills Fire of 1991.
Alcatraz Island.
As usual, click on it to enlarge and/or see on black.
From a review of The Trappist, a brewpub in Oakland, Ca, in the East Bay Express:
“What’s more, it specializes in what may be the single most fetishized kind of beer in the world—the Trappist style, born of an obscure order of monks high in the mountains of Belgium and the Netherlands.”
No wonder they’re obscure; they’re evidently living in the fastnesses of non-existent mountains. IIRC, the highest point in either of those countries is, oh, right up there with the peaks of the East Bay mountains hills, unto which the writer could look for her strength more attentive editing.