Prosciutto, gorgonzola, figs and pears from Miss Millie's in the Castro. So very good. RIP Miss Millie's.
Our various breakfasts at Miss Millie's. Mine involved gingerbread waffles, vanilla creme fraiche, pastry cream and poached pears.
Lacey and Zak at Miss Millie's.
Eliz about to descend upon her very heavy yet tasty breakfast, featuring lots of bread and cheese and eggs and fat and butter and oil and meat. It reminded me of eating a large helping of cheese fondue, except that it was for breakfast and featured eggs and meat. And potatoes.
BART.
Eliz at the Ferry Terminal Building, clutching a fancy s'mores kit and a chocolate bar.
Lacey heeding the "Sampling is Mandatory" sign at the farmer's market outside the Ferry Terminal Building.
Pretty produce.
Jars at Boulettes Larder.
Mastic Tears at Boulettes Larder.
The girls flock admiringly around Laura's Zuni menu from the night before.
Eliz's $4.50 plum yogurt! But it comes in such a cute little crock!
Laura skillfully stirs the cute little crock with her finger.
Miette macaroons. I got my coat to match.
Toasting our impending decadence at the Hog Island Oyster Company.
Words cannot describe.
"Raw"-violi at Millennium.
Breaded and fried mushrooms at Millennium. My memory of this dinner is hazy thanks to the bad cocktails that preceded it. Sad.
Black bean mole torte: whole wheat tortilla, carmelized plantains, smoky black bean puree, rich pecan mole, cashew sour cream, carrot-onion escabeche
The secret chef's choice appetizer special. Tofu skewers with some stuff, and Israeli couscous? Whatever it was, it was damn tasty.
Kombu noodle and avocado salad: pickled lotus root, citrus, creamy shiso-wasabi dressing, toasted edamame
Pecan-crusted portobello mushrooms that were earthy yet pleasantly spicy.
Hubbard squash risotto that was delish, except I suspect the kitchen of slipping some beets in that gorgeous garnet-colored sauce. Sneaky.
Masa verde cake: black lentil, huitlacoche and pozole stew with root vegetables and chile negro, pumpkin seed emulsion, avocado salsa.
Andy, Laura, Eliz.
Lots of pointing in these pictures. Why are we so perplexed by our fancy vegan entrees?
The post-dinner plate carnage.
Beautiful bowls of coffee the next morning at La Note in Berkeley.
Breakfast at La Note. Those goat cheese scrambled eggs will remain in my memory forever.
Sunday's dinner in the final throes. Kidding.
Poor, poor rabbits.
Yummy Indian dumplings and Hitler's favorite soda at Vik's in Berkeley!
Eliz and her giant grease ball.
If you think we didn't go right out and ingest more after this picture was taken, you obviously don't know us.
Fungi.
