<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195</id><updated>2009-12-21T19:23:11.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revisiting the Moon</title><subtitle type='html'>You're the honey and the moon that lights up my night.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>469</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-2654468525028486919</id><published>2009-12-21T19:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:23:11.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>No excuses</title><content type='html'>Now that the wedding is over, there is no excuse for my crappy blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SzAPkFujCwI/AAAAAAAABII/qgsQLPKY_RU/s1600-h/IMG_4725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417847464413825794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SzAPkFujCwI/AAAAAAAABII/qgsQLPKY_RU/s320/IMG_4725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will start blogging more frequently; maybe that should be my New Year's resolution. Currently, I'm in California visiting my cousin and her family, most importantly their new baby girl who is absolutely adorable. I missed out on the blizzard by a day, despite the way I was tempted to accept the offer to take the next flight out for a first class ticket and $600 towards my next flight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss Josh and the kitties though. I can't wait to go home! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-2654468525028486919?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2654468525028486919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=2654468525028486919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/2654468525028486919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/2654468525028486919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-excuses.html' title='No excuses'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SzAPkFujCwI/AAAAAAAABII/qgsQLPKY_RU/s72-c/IMG_4725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-481788603709267160</id><published>2009-10-16T20:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:49:02.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Butterball</title><content type='html'>After the late-night emergency room debacle on Wednesday night/Thursday morning, I caught a cold and still went to work Thursday and Friday.  My bosses kicked me out early today and I have been spending the afternoon catching up on DVRed shows, but felt like I should be doing something productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/StkTfkSX5nI/AAAAAAAABIA/meCKT6J57t4/s1600-h/IMG_4588edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/StkTfkSX5nI/AAAAAAAABIA/meCKT6J57t4/s320/IMG_4588edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393363461790492274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious fresh butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember shaking a jar of heavy cream in my first grade classroom, every student taking a turn shaking the jar and eating the butter we all helped make.  Yes, I had to Google the directions, but they're pretty simple.  Put heavy cream in a jar, fill it about halfway, and shake.  The shaking will eventually create whipped cream that practically fills the jar and there's no more liquid-y sloshing, but you keep shaking and the sloshing returns because the butter has separated from the buttermilk.  Pour out the buttermilk, and then pour in cold water to shake a bit, pour the (now) cloudy water out and repeat the rinsing until the water is clear.  Take out butter and mix in salt if desired and you have fantastic, fresh, soft, and creamy butter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have any homemade bread to do the butter justice, but it tasted pretty good on the store bread I did have.  I plan to make a loaf of bread this weekend just because of the butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-481788603709267160?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/481788603709267160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=481788603709267160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/481788603709267160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/481788603709267160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/10/butterball.html' title='Butterball'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/StkTfkSX5nI/AAAAAAAABIA/meCKT6J57t4/s72-c/IMG_4588edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-7318871792119596997</id><published>2009-08-09T21:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:14:11.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Updating the kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sn94sAVTkMI/AAAAAAAABHw/3LlXzZ3653Q/s1600-h/IMG_4400crossproc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sn94sAVTkMI/AAAAAAAABHw/3LlXzZ3653Q/s400/IMG_4400crossproc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368141978247860418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I finally unloaded the trunkload of bridal shower presents we received, and it made this huge stack on the dining table, so I set off on a kitchen cleaning spree (only got to half the kitchen, calm down) so I could rearrange the counter items and make room for the new food processor and toaster oven.  I has been over a year since I had a toaster oven, as we chucked the crappy one we had for four years because it had the dumbest crumb tray (it swung out from the bottom on a hinge!) in history, and we didn't want to have a possibility of bringing roaches from our old apartment to our nice new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sn-HYuOSt7I/AAAAAAAABH4/tHvkG7Ditcc/s1600-h/IMG_4403edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sn-HYuOSt7I/AAAAAAAABH4/tHvkG7Ditcc/s320/IMG_4403edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368158139643508658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After much tidying up, here is our right-hand kitchen counter.  I love that we have real counters and I no longer have to stack the toaster on the microwave like we did in the Park Slump apartment.  I used the toaster to make broiled figs with fennel seeds and wrapped in prosciutto appetizer (&lt;a href="http://moonborne.tumblr.com/post/159451526/used-the-toaster-oven-and-cutting-board-we-got-at"&gt;see here for unedited fig photo&lt;/a&gt;), and the food processor had its maiden voyage when I made my turkey meatloaf.  By the way, the 14-cup Cuisinart classic food processor is HEAVY.  And the &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/products/cu015/index.cfm?pkey=ccutting-boards-storage&amp;amp;ckey=cutting-boards-storage"&gt;Boos cutting board&lt;/a&gt; from Annette and Mark was involved in the making of all of today's edible delights.  It is a fantastic cutting board, the stuff of dreams, and I like to think that it makes me a better cook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-7318871792119596997?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7318871792119596997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=7318871792119596997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7318871792119596997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7318871792119596997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/08/updating-kitchen.html' title='Updating the kitchen'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sn94sAVTkMI/AAAAAAAABHw/3LlXzZ3653Q/s72-c/IMG_4400crossproc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-8443064588876115840</id><published>2009-07-31T22:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:09:14.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customer Service'/><title type='text'>My least favorite episode of "Say Yes to the Dress"</title><content type='html'>I watch "Say Yes to the Dress" on TLC, which features the Kleinfeld, the salon with the biggest selection of gowns in NYC, even after finding my wedding dress.  My dress didn't come from Kleinfeld, although I did have an appointment there.  The show makes it seem like the consultants and managers will be your buddy and lower prices if you make a sad face, but when I went, I found out that dress prices start at $2000, and they push you to purchase way before you need.  My knot.com calendar was telling me I had until March/April to purchase a dress for a late November wedding.  My consultant was pushing me to purchase the first week of January, saying that I was already late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's the way Kleinfeld works, as so many of the post-purchase brides they show at first fitting talk about how they're not sure if they remember their dress, and worry whether they'll still like it, because it's been A YEAR since they saw their dress. I bought my dress elsewhere for less than $1000, and it has attributes that would sell for over $3000 at Kleinfeld.  It's so ridiculous how some brides on the show want a ballgown but want to stick to a $2000 budget.  One particular bride was told that if she wanted a ballgown, she'd have to up her budget, but she could've found one at a less ritzy salon easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favorite episode of "Say Yes to the Dress" is titled "The Art of Negotiation," where one bride, Melanie, bought a dress a year earlier, but cancelled it because she had second thoughts.  For once, I took Kleinfeld's side.  Melanie wound up choosing the same dress she purchased in the first place!  Why didn't she come back to the salon and try the dress on again before cancelling the order and losing the 50% deposit she already paid?  It turns out the dress increased in price from $5000 to $6300 since she first purchased it, and Melanie and her mom are outraged.  They complain that they should've been told that the price would increase when Melanie called to cancel the order, that Melanie cancelled the order the way they told her she should.  How was the store supposed to know that Melanie would come back and want the same dress again (crazy bride, anyone?) and that the price would actually increase?  In the end, the store didn't want to lose the sale, so they discounted the dress down to $5000 and gave her a free veil worth a couple hundred bucks.  But ha ha, Melanie pretty much paid $7500 for the dress because of the deposit she spent on the first dress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-8443064588876115840?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/8443064588876115840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=8443064588876115840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/8443064588876115840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/8443064588876115840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-least-favorite-episode-of-say-yes-to.html' title='My least favorite episode of &quot;Say Yes to the Dress&quot;'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-443648612851580159</id><published>2009-07-26T12:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T12:24:29.414-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>A wedding in Flushing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SmyBv4saEQI/AAAAAAAABHg/iCxaz8pDxg4/s1600-h/IMG_4363oldfilm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SmyBv4saEQI/AAAAAAAABHg/iCxaz8pDxg4/s320/IMG_4363oldfilm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362803915963896066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I attended our friends' wedding last night out in Flushing.  The traffic was horrendous.  A trip that should've taken only half an hour took an hour and a half.  Josh kept saying that we were going to miss the ceremony, but we got there just in time to see the bridal party lining up.... from behind.  As they departed, I realized that I should take some pics because there was no one else with this perspective of the bride and her father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first traditional Chinese wedding banquet for someone NOT related to me, and it was a lot of fun.  I loved the ways they incorporated modern ideas, and it was so cool that their dog was allowed to walk around the ballroom during the reception.  I do think that our waitperson was looking down her nose at us for not eating all the very traditional dishes.  Hey, I did my part, eating double portions of jellyfish and shrimp in Japanese mayonnaise, but I draw the line at abalone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride did stop by our table quite often and when she took a picture with us, she said, "You're neeext!!" and also shared the tip not to let the small projects slip by the wayside, or it will bite you in the butt closer to the wedding.  I think I'd better get started on knitting Josh's yarmulke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-443648612851580159?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/443648612851580159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=443648612851580159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/443648612851580159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/443648612851580159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/07/wedding-in-flushing.html' title='A wedding in Flushing'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SmyBv4saEQI/AAAAAAAABHg/iCxaz8pDxg4/s72-c/IMG_4363oldfilm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-692785553771711708</id><published>2009-05-30T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:26:45.525-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customer Service'/><title type='text'>To change or not to change?</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty frustrated with Verizon customer service over the last three months, and have found out that the early termination fee is prorated based on how many months you've been in your contract, so I'm seriously considering leaving for another carrier.  That said, I've been looking at Sprint and AT&amp;amp;T as my replacement.  I crossed T-Mobile off the list when I visited a store and all the phones were fake display models.  I heard some bad things about their new 3G service, and the fact that you aren't allowed to try out the phones makes it seem like they're hiding something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear tons of bad things about AT&amp;amp;T, but all my cousins have that service and don't have a problem, and when I had it for two years, I didn't notice anything bad.  I hear really bad things about the iPhone, but it wasn't even on my list of phones because I want a keyboard.  My brother highly recommends Sprint and his smartphone doesn't have problems when he's visiting me in Manhattan or Brooklyn.  I'd hate to stay with Verizon because they have a monopoly on NYC - it makes them seem more evil to me in a "Ha ha, you have no choice" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold, I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.signalmap.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; that shows users' cell phone signal strength and dead spots.  It pretty much shows that no service is flawless in NYC.  I'm thinking of a Blackberry Curve 8900 or the new Palm Pre from Sprint at this point, unless AT&amp;amp;T gets a new iPhone that has decent coverage, a realy QWERTY, and MMS capability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-692785553771711708?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/692785553771711708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=692785553771711708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/692785553771711708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/692785553771711708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-change-or-not-to-change.html' title='To change or not to change?'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-6070041997716912094</id><published>2009-05-14T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:01:37.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Remembering SF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SgyFSxWYj3I/AAAAAAAABHY/aSeiRMVsZsA/s1600-h/IMG_4216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335786216058556274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SgyFSxWYj3I/AAAAAAAABHY/aSeiRMVsZsA/s320/IMG_4216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally framed three of the photographs we bought in SF this past weekend.  These were done by &lt;a href="http://www.sarka-trager.com/"&gt;Sarka-Trager Photography&lt;/a&gt; and we actually met Richard Trager when we purchased the photos.  I think these photos are my favorite souvenir from SF (as we've consumed almost all the wine we shipped back home), and every time I walk by, I think of that lovely day at the Ferry Building.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to go back!  But you know, gotta save money for the wedding and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-6070041997716912094?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6070041997716912094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=6070041997716912094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6070041997716912094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6070041997716912094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembering-sf.html' title='Remembering SF'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SgyFSxWYj3I/AAAAAAAABHY/aSeiRMVsZsA/s72-c/IMG_4216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-575178896702385364</id><published>2009-05-11T22:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:49:04.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Frozen yogurt at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SgjhQVBIUZI/AAAAAAAABHI/01OEs5pxWPY/s1600-h/IMG_4211fixed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SgjhQVBIUZI/AAAAAAAABHI/01OEs5pxWPY/s320/IMG_4211fixed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334761429256393106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Josh and I were shopping in Red Hook and on the way back, I begged for him to swing by Park Slope so I could buy some frozen yogurt from Oko.  Oko's froyo is fresh and tangy like Pinkberry, but is made from Greek style yogurt, which results in a richer taste and consistency.  The frozen yogurt was delicious, a large (I shared with Josh, so I'm not a total piggy) topped with strawberry, kiwi, and mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I searched for a froyo recipe similar to Pinkberry and immediately, &lt;a href="http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/a-frozen-yogurt-recipe-to-rival-pinkberrys-recipe.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; popped up in Google.  The recipe is actually from David Lebovitz's cookbook, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Perfect-Scoop/David-Lebovitz/e/9781580088084/?itm=3"&gt;Perfect Scoop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, so I'm not going to display the recipe here due to copyright issues.  I'm explaining myself because I'm tired of people accusing me of plagiarism because they didn't bother seeing I linked to the actual recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe is super easy and requires just Greek yogurt (I used Fage) and granulated sugar.  I skipped the vanilla extract because I wanted the plain flavor that I normally order at Pinkberry or Oko.  I was concerned that the granulated sugar wasn't going to dissolve in the thick, cold yogurt, but the next day, the sugar was all gone, leaving me with a sweetened yogurt base to pour into my ice cream maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later.... a dreamy, rich frozen yogurt.  It's definitely not Pinkberry because it's way richer, so I think it's more like Oko.  The results, topped with strawberry and a drizzle of honey, got an enthusiastic thumbs-up from Josh and my tastebuds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SgjjbLPDOHI/AAAAAAAABHQ/PCHWZ4MRMPM/s1600-h/IMG_4213lomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SgjjbLPDOHI/AAAAAAAABHQ/PCHWZ4MRMPM/s320/IMG_4213lomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334763814632241266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so dreamy, it gets a fancy photo-edit-makeover!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-575178896702385364?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/575178896702385364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=575178896702385364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/575178896702385364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/575178896702385364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/05/frozen-yogurt-at-home.html' title='Frozen yogurt at home'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SgjhQVBIUZI/AAAAAAAABHI/01OEs5pxWPY/s72-c/IMG_4211fixed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-2297990510207299253</id><published>2009-04-06T22:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:45:20.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Cupcake success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sdq80eTYZdI/AAAAAAAABHA/-PU6tWa_X9A/s1600-h/IMG_4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sdq80eTYZdI/AAAAAAAABHA/-PU6tWa_X9A/s320/IMG_4112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321773519365236178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I split the cupcakes and brought them to work today.  The recipe was extremely accurate, as I came out with 49 cupcakes (Bakerella said it'd produce about 50).  The cupcakes were fine at room temperature, and I ate the last one with my afternoon tea, finding that it didn't seem as sweet as I remember from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh says we're definitely going to make these for our annual NFL Draft Day party.  I have plans to make it a little easier though, provided that I can find a football cookie cutter of appropriate size.  I have a lot of ideas for flavor combinations and I can't wait to get started!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-2297990510207299253?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/2297990510207299253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=2297990510207299253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/2297990510207299253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/2297990510207299253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/cupcake-success.html' title='Cupcake success!'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sdq80eTYZdI/AAAAAAAABHA/-PU6tWa_X9A/s72-c/IMG_4112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-6267483716035429769</id><published>2009-04-05T16:50:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:04:37.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Bakerella's Cupcake Bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkZ3ZrywfI/AAAAAAAABF4/UYkxvkPSYVw/s1600-h/IMG_4102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkZ3ZrywfI/AAAAAAAABF4/UYkxvkPSYVw/s320/IMG_4102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321312874293019122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Pioneer Woman's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and read about &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/category/bakerella/"&gt;Bakerella's visit to PW's home&lt;/a&gt; for a baking demonstration.  These &lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-your-cupcakes-pop.html"&gt;little cupcake bites&lt;/a&gt; grabbed my attention and I spent the last week preparing and gathering supplies, determined to attempt them despite the fact I have a freelance project due tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkayPzqybI/AAAAAAAABGA/olo6VVctPFI/s1600-h/IMG_4075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkayPzqybI/AAAAAAAABGA/olo6VVctPFI/s200/IMG_4075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321313885253978546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sdka7MY_lHI/AAAAAAAABGI/A4PAlXAzWBI/s1600-h/IMG_4077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sdka7MY_lHI/AAAAAAAABGI/A4PAlXAzWBI/s200/IMG_4077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321314038955611250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkbChdNA8I/AAAAAAAABGQ/tXxqP3IZzLI/s1600-h/IMG_4079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkbChdNA8I/AAAAAAAABGQ/tXxqP3IZzLI/s200/IMG_4079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321314164869497794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkbNN1AK8I/AAAAAAAABGY/GAvsGuPl1iQ/s1600-h/IMG_4084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkbNN1AK8I/AAAAAAAABGY/GAvsGuPl1iQ/s200/IMG_4084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321314348579171266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a recipe that can be completed on a whim for instant gratification.  On Friday, I baked the coconut cake, which was half of &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;Ina Garten's coconut cake&lt;/a&gt;, poured into a rectangular pan.  According to Bakerella, you can use cake mix and canned frosting, but I hate the way cake mix cakes taste.  I figured that if my attempt was successful, it better taste good.  On Saturday, I tossed chunks of the cake into the food processor in a few batches to get fine crumbs.  Then I mixed in cream cheese frosting, also from Ina Garten's coconut cake recipe to get a sticky sort of dough, and rolled it into balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkhjSRb6xI/AAAAAAAABGg/hC5m6T23-ao/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkhjSRb6xI/AAAAAAAABGg/hC5m6T23-ao/s200/IMG_4090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321321324799060754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sdkhq3pvsCI/AAAAAAAABGo/k61HudVTGWs/s1600-h/IMG_4099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/Sdkhq3pvsCI/AAAAAAAABGo/k61HudVTGWs/s200/IMG_4099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321321455092215842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find a cutter closer to what Bakerella recommended as ideal, although the one on the right is one of the substitutes she suggests.  I would push a dough ball through the cutter, enough to form the "cup" part of the cupcake and push it back out.  You can see the two different shapes I got in the picture above.  The cutter on the right produced a better mound on top of the cup, but it was harder to get a clean release when I pushed the formed cake out.  The cutter on the left, which was easier to use, was taller and a bit wider, so there wasn't as much left to form the mound.  I will keep my eyes open for a better cutter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkzO7bHvQI/AAAAAAAABGw/f44ezVr4Kic/s1600-h/IMG_4100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkzO7bHvQI/AAAAAAAABGw/f44ezVr4Kic/s200/IMG_4100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321340766277582082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkzUuVrHvI/AAAAAAAABG4/Tl2M9OSrBK4/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkzUuVrHvI/AAAAAAAABG4/Tl2M9OSrBK4/s200/IMG_4105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321340865844289266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did the dipping, using Merckens chocolate melting wafers.  I had a lot of problems getting the coating right.  No problems for the bottoms of the cupcakes, but getting the green coating to overlap with the brown without running down too much was a big issue.  In the end, I let the chocolate cool a bit so it was thicker and would harden faster, which made the M&amp;amp;M and sprinkle decorating even faster.  I managed by having Josh assist with the decorating.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We each ate one and it was delicious, very sweet though.  I have a lot of ideas for future flavor combinations.  You can avoid this whole two-color coating dance by leaving the cake balls in round form and dip them in one color, like little truffles.  I left the finished cakes in the fridge, but just noticed that the green coating was starting to crack for some, so that's something to worry about.  According to Bakerella, you can refrigerate if you like eating them cold, or store in airtight container at room temp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-6267483716035429769?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6267483716035429769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=6267483716035429769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6267483716035429769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6267483716035429769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2009/04/bakerellas-cupcake-bites.html' title='Bakerella&apos;s Cupcake Bites!'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SdkZ3ZrywfI/AAAAAAAABF4/UYkxvkPSYVw/s72-c/IMG_4102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-6927204784251035810</id><published>2009-02-21T19:25:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:18:33.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Fried Rice</title><content type='html'>Jennie asked me for my fried rice recipe a couple weeks ago.  The terrible friend that I am, I still haven't written her back.  Sorry Jennie!  The problem is, there is no real recipe.  It's more of a, "Put in as much garlic/scallions/eggs as you want" method.  Feel free to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCcmlL7HnI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3g3blrYIG0o/s1600-h/IMG_3999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCcmlL7HnI/AAAAAAAABEQ/3g3blrYIG0o/s320/IMG_3999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412547673529970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mise en place:&lt;br /&gt;Cooked rice (leftover rice from the day before is best because it's less sticky, but I rarely plan that far in advance for fried rice), scallions, garlic, white pepper, scrambled eggs (broken up into little bits), Spam, soy sauce, oyster sauce, chicken marinade sauce (Lee Kum Kee brand, totally optional. My mom puts it in hers and I recently got a bottle, but I'm not sure if it makes a difference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCd_nGydQI/AAAAAAAABEY/XUouZUTaudc/s1600-h/IMG_4004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCd_nGydQI/AAAAAAAABEY/XUouZUTaudc/s200/IMG_4004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305414077197219074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mince the garlic.  I used about 5 cloves because I cooked 5 cups of rice for today's batch.  Dice the Spam.  I used the whole can, but you can use less if you like.  I think you'd normally see roast pork standing in for the pig portion of fried rice, but I never liked that because roast pork can be harder to chew.  Spam is just right.  Slice the scallions.  I used a whole bunch, white and green parts.  Of course, adjust to your taste.  My brother doesn't even like scallions in his fried rice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCe6XaIsgI/AAAAAAAABEg/O4WlBtbPXDM/s1600-h/IMG_4006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCe6XaIsgI/AAAAAAAABEg/O4WlBtbPXDM/s200/IMG_4006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305415086595682818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't have a wok, and you might not either, but you can still make fried rice!  I used the 8-quart stock pot that came in my Cuisinart pot set.  I once tried using my Le Creuset buffet casserole pot, because it was more wok-like, but I made a big mess without the higher walls of the stock pot.  I dumped in a few tablespoons of vegetable oil, heat at medium-low, and then tossed in the garlic.  Let it sizzle for about 20 seconds (you don't want it to brown, there's still a bunch of cooking to go).  I apologize for the crappy camera work; the kitchen doesn't have very good lighting, especially over the stove, and I was afraid of dropping the camera into the pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCgh230rqI/AAAAAAAABEo/yq14y7vZyuI/s1600-h/IMG_4008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCgh230rqI/AAAAAAAABEo/yq14y7vZyuI/s200/IMG_4008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305416864568225442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In goes the rice.  Because I used rice that was cooked the same day, it was harder to mix in with the garlic.  I felt like such a weakling because my arm started to hurt from tossing the rice around, trying to break it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaChCM4LdbI/AAAAAAAABEw/HbMV5tnOor8/s1600-h/IMG_4011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaChCM4LdbI/AAAAAAAABEw/HbMV5tnOor8/s200/IMG_4011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305417420231112114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the rice and garlic have mixed together, add the soy sauce, oyster sauce, and chicken marinade sauce.  I use just a little soy sauce and chicken marinade because I like the oyster sauce flavor more.  As you can see, I put a big dollop of oyster sauce in. If you don't like oyster sauce, leave it out and add a little more soy sauce instead.  Then stir to combine.  I hope you have a strong cooking arm!  I think this may have gone better if I used a shorter spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCh6F3GBFI/AAAAAAAABE4/pOMv37rVxuE/s1600-h/IMG_4012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCh6F3GBFI/AAAAAAAABE4/pOMv37rVxuE/s200/IMG_4012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305418380420187218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCh_2F4Z3I/AAAAAAAABFA/o8tcyypPofE/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCh_2F4Z3I/AAAAAAAABFA/o8tcyypPofE/s200/IMG_4014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305418479266457458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that your rice is a tannish sort of color, add the Spam and scallions.  I guess I'm not really frying anything, as much as heating everything up.  Stir to combine and sprinkle in some white pepper to your taste.  If it's just Josh and me, I make it spicier, probably using at least a teaspoon in this batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCi49kSS9I/AAAAAAAABFI/13PeAge8fW0/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCi49kSS9I/AAAAAAAABFI/13PeAge8fW0/s200/IMG_4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419460525575122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCi-t16EPI/AAAAAAAABFQ/-g3-WZICl7Q/s1600-h/IMG_4017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCi-t16EPI/AAAAAAAABFQ/-g3-WZICl7Q/s200/IMG_4017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305419559383732466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add your scrambled eggs.  For this much rice, I scrambled 4 eggs earlier in the day after I made breakfast.  I like to cut down on the amount of dishes I have to wash wherever possible.  Stir in the eggs and you're done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCjq_7gg0I/AAAAAAAABFY/htk796AP2OQ/s1600-h/IMG_4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SaCjq_7gg0I/AAAAAAAABFY/htk796AP2OQ/s320/IMG_4020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305420320153305922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it!  Easy fried rice!  I like to add peas sometimes too, and would have done so tonight, but I only have one box and I need it for tomorrow's meal, &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/everyday-italian/tagliatelle-with-smashed-peas-sausage-and-ricotta-cheese-recipe/index.html"&gt;smashed peas with turkey and ricotta cheese&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-6927204784251035810?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6927204784251035810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=6927204784251035810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6927204784251035810'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SOZ3jlNb7aI/AAAAAAAAAwc/pq_UIK2ZP-8/s320/DoraCheezburger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted this picture here before, but I had to turn them into lolcats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-7295827232169204183?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7295827232169204183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=7295827232169204183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7295827232169204183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7295827232169204183'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SMdJWbntgSI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3Os_Kyb-pk4/s1600-h/Photo+34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SMdJWbntgSI/AAAAAAAAAwE/3Os_Kyb-pk4/s320/Photo+34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244240940816498978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morty and Eli are still satisfied with their new digs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-3194078724248410871?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3194078724248410871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=3194078724248410871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-990929079368952329</id><published>2008-07-25T21:36:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:13:27.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>SF: Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZonKD8haOI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RnuWFAbRmt4/s1600-h/IMG_3301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZonKD8haOI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RnuWFAbRmt4/s320/IMG_3301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303594564993509602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first visited SF a few years ago, we didn't get a chance to visit &lt;a href="http://www.sfgov.org/site/recpark_page.asp?id=17796"&gt;Golden Gate Park&lt;/a&gt;, so this time around, it was a priority on our list.  However, it took forever for a bus to come, and when one did, it was too full to even stop, so we wound up waiting for Jessica to get to the condo so we could all drive there.  At that point, I was really missing my NYC subways. The park is huge, and we spent a lot of time at the Japanese Tea Garden because a lot of the other sites were closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZopyu5hJOI/AAAAAAAABDo/NEz17U2cWN0/s1600-h/IMG_3285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZopyu5hJOI/AAAAAAAABDo/NEz17U2cWN0/s200/IMG_3285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303597462741656802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZoqPlESB1I/AAAAAAAABD4/ZtZhuRHkpgE/s1600-h/IMG_3325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZoqPlESB1I/AAAAAAAABD4/ZtZhuRHkpgE/s200/IMG_3325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303597958318655314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZoqd1YjWkI/AAAAAAAABEA/u65WMV934bg/s1600-h/IMG_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZoqd1YjWkI/AAAAAAAABEA/u65WMV934bg/s200/IMG_3343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598203216812610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZoqBjO-UII/AAAAAAAABDw/y9sspYon0V8/s1600-h/IMG_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZoqBjO-UII/AAAAAAAABDw/y9sspYon0V8/s200/IMG_3314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303597717308461186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last dinner in San Francisco came from a recommendation we got at the farmer's market.  Actually, the craft market outside of the farmer's market.  We were buying some photographs and the vendor told us about this non-touristy steakhouse that we had to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZopRPMoRmI/AAAAAAAABDg/kyr3BNFVq1s/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZopRPMoRmI/AAAAAAAABDg/kyr3BNFVq1s/s200/IMG_3369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303596887296198242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZopJL49_eI/AAAAAAAABDY/vj2DF_bscGE/s1600-h/IMG_3374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZopJL49_eI/AAAAAAAABDY/vj2DF_bscGE/s200/IMG_3374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303596748969475554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jessica, Janet, Josh, and I went off to &lt;a href="http://www.izzyssteaks.com/"&gt;Izzy's Steaks and Chops&lt;/a&gt;, located (appropriately) in the Cow Hollow neighborhood.  It's a fun, casual place, definitely not one for hushed voices and dinner jackets.  I went with the filet mignon medallions au poivre in a pepper cream sauce.  The steaks come with two choices for sides and I went with Izzy's Own Potatoes (potatoes au gratin), and felt guilty about the unhealthiness of my meal, so I went with steamed broccoli as my second.  Josh went balls to the wall and got the bone-in ribeye.  Unlike me, he didn't care about the guilt factor of the meal, and went with Izzy's potatoes and the creamed spinach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The steak was fantastic, and those potatoes were divine; I wished there were more.  Josh was determined to finish his huge steak, and he did it.  However, our plans to visit &lt;a href="http://sanfrancisco.citysearch.com/profile/911187/"&gt;Crepes-A-Go-Go&lt;/a&gt; were thwarted by our overly full tummies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-990929079368952329?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/990929079368952329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=990929079368952329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/990929079368952329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/990929079368952329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/sf-day-6.html' title='SF: Day 6'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SZonKD8haOI/AAAAAAAABDQ/RnuWFAbRmt4/s72-c/IMG_3301.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-7732308321770164555</id><published>2008-07-24T23:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:59:42.255-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>SF: Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SMdKhTMHB4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/H4YtSpv-AcQ/s1600-h/IMG_3273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244242227043436418" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SMdKhTMHB4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/H4YtSpv-AcQ/s320/IMG_3273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I don't have a lot of photos from this day. Janet and Jessica came up from San Jose to spend the day with us and Janet brought her wiener dogs, Frankie and Freddie.  We went shopping during the day, had ramen for lunch (sorry, no pictures taken, but was delicious), and J&amp;amp;J were going to leave late in the afternoon to return the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Frankie (brown hot dog pictured above) wasn't feeling well, so Janet recruited Josh and me for dogsitters and left Freddie (brown and white hot dog) with us.  It was fun, but a little hairy at the beginning because Freddie kept crying at the door.  He has severe separation anxiety because his previous owner dumped him in an ASPCA drop box or something terrible like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janet told me that Freddie must go out when he wakes up in the morning at the ungodly hour of 6 a.m. and you have a twenty-minute window to get him out before there's an accident.  So the next morning, I woke up at 7:30 and realized Freddie never woke us up with his collar jingle that Janet said would occur.  I smacked Josh and he took Freddie out, but came back saying that the dog refused to do anything.  We figured it was because Freddie preferred ladies taking him to the bathroom, so I got dressed and we all went out again.  Bang!  Within 2 seconds of being outside, Freddie "dropped a deuce," as Janet is so fond of saying.  Josh was pissed, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-7732308321770164555?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7732308321770164555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=7732308321770164555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7732308321770164555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7732308321770164555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/sf-day-5.html' title='SF: Day 5'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SMdKhTMHB4I/AAAAAAAAAwM/H4YtSpv-AcQ/s72-c/IMG_3273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-7414113426052118408</id><published>2008-07-23T20:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:15:20.374-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>SF: Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLXsht7VK3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/fA61FbIX3O0/s1600-h/IMG_3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLXsht7VK3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/fA61FbIX3O0/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239353805523725170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started off slowly, as we didn't really have anywhere to be until the evening.  Josh graciously allowed me to go shopping in Union Square as I needed a scarf for our evening out.  Breakfast consisted of one bowtie from Happy Donut, which claimed to be have the best donuts in SF.  While I can't say it was the best donut in SF, I can say that it was one of the best donuts I've ever had.  It was so fresh and tasty with the perfect glaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLXut8cZpFI/AAAAAAAAAuk/UEm_ZrbjkZE/s1600-h/IMG_3233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLXut8cZpFI/AAAAAAAAAuk/UEm_ZrbjkZE/s200/IMG_3233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239356214602212434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After shopping, we made our way down to Fisherman's Wharf so Josh could stare at sea lions for a while.  I wandered around the wharf while Josh got his fill of sea lions, and finally hunger brought us to Boudin's Bakery.  We ate at the restaurant upstairs, which is pretty pricey in comparison to the street vendors, but then again, it's a beautiful restaurant with nice views of the bay.  The soup in a bread bowl is larger here, as it should be, with a cost double to that of the $6 ones outside.  But being able to sit down and eat in peace rather than standing in the gutter with discarded half-eaten bread bowls made the cost worth it.  Speaking of the leftover bread bowls, I wonder why all the city's homeless don't make their way to the wharf and eat all the sourdough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLXxXitBK8I/AAAAAAAAAus/2qZObSi-aOs/s1600-h/IMG_3237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLXxXitBK8I/AAAAAAAAAus/2qZObSi-aOs/s200/IMG_3237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239359128270351298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch, we snuck into the Boudin museum.  Okay, maybe not "snuck," more like there was nobody at the ticket counter and I heard an employee tell someone it's free because there's no tour guide speaking.  The museum smells of dough, which is appropriate as Boudin likes to toot its mother dough horn.  Every day, bakers use a portion of mother dough (dating back to 1849) to mix in with the day's baking.  The mother dough is refreshed with new dough too, so don't be too grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLX0G-mvrzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Zkq4G586zRg/s1600-h/IMG_3259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLX0G-mvrzI/AAAAAAAAAu0/Zkq4G586zRg/s200/IMG_3259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239362142237339442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the evening, we had tickets for the Giants vs. Nationals at AT&amp;amp;T Park.  The stadium is beautiful, but a lot smaller than I'm used to at Yankees Stadium.  It's right on the water, and home runs get hit into the bay.  I was hoping to see the feat, but none went out that way.  The evening was very, very cool, making me very happy that I'd bought a scarf (actually I bought two because I couldn't decide) and worn layers under my long coat.  Josh was wearing a hoodie and a fleece jacket and we were still cold, but loving it!  Just think: wearing jackets at a baseball game in July and shivering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLYCMl_EwII/AAAAAAAAAu8/UhUlOKPPW6U/s1600-h/IMG_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLYCMl_EwII/AAAAAAAAAu8/UhUlOKPPW6U/s200/IMG_3258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377631870500994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLYCYHAPUSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ek6D-15gooA/s1600-h/IMG_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLYCYHAPUSI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Ek6D-15gooA/s200/IMG_3261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239377829712318754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we weren't that hungry, we shared an order of famous Gilroy Garlic Fries.  Click on the picture above to see better, but those fries are liberally sprinkled with bits of chopped garlic.  They weren't the best fries I've ever had, but the garlic flavor was amazing.  Each order comes with post-garlic mints.  We followed that up with Ghirardelli hot chocolates and it was a fantastic night out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-7414113426052118408?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7414113426052118408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=7414113426052118408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7414113426052118408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7414113426052118408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/sf-day-4.html' title='SF: Day 4'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SLXsht7VK3I/AAAAAAAAAuc/fA61FbIX3O0/s72-c/IMG_3183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-6781387467472262950</id><published>2008-07-22T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:21:00.793-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>SF: Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKth2QXBpqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oexdEzC4JVw/s1600-h/IMG_3142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKth2QXBpqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oexdEzC4JVw/s320/IMG_3142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236386576480708258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the day at the Ferry Building, starting with SF's famous &lt;a href="http://www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com/farmers_market.php"&gt;farmer's market&lt;/a&gt;.  I found that the market there is mainly produce, whereas the Union Square farmer's market in NYC has a wider range of items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKtkedbNl1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Cs_n85jitQU/s1600-h/IMG_3148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKtkedbNl1I/AAAAAAAAAtM/Cs_n85jitQU/s200/IMG_3148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236389466205951826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw varieties of fruit I'd never seen before.  We bought a bunch of strawberry peaches (pictured left - white flesh, very sweet) and were tempted to buy these HUGE peaches called &lt;a href="http://www.coloraorchards.com/sugargiant.htm"&gt;sugar giants&lt;/a&gt;.  However, we would've had way too many peaches to consume.  Another cool thing at the market - the fruit vendors would have sample stations and they really made us want to buy everything.  After the market, we browsed the shops inside the Ferry Building, buying fancy chocolate at &lt;a href="http://www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com/recchiuti_confections.php"&gt;Recchiuti Confections&lt;/a&gt;.  While Josh was figuring out which box to get his parents, I bought a &lt;a href="http://www.recchiuti.com/149.html?area=05"&gt;dark milk bar&lt;/a&gt; because I love dark and milk chocolate (even though dark is supposed to be better) and a small package of their fresh &lt;a href="http://www.recchiuti.com/217.html?area=04"&gt;marshmallows&lt;/a&gt;. I've had a fondness for good marshmallows ever since my first one at City Bakery, where I find the only good thing is the marshmallows.  I also whined a little when Josh was buying a big box for his parents and he gave in and bought me one &lt;a href="http://www.recchiuti.com/108.html?area=01"&gt;fleur de sel caramel&lt;/a&gt;.  It was great, just the sweet/savory hit I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKtpCwgGdoI/AAAAAAAAAtU/5TxnsSz1b70/s1600-h/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKtpCwgGdoI/AAAAAAAAAtU/5TxnsSz1b70/s200/IMG_3136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236394487848531586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch was at the &lt;a href="http://sanfranfishco.com/index.php?option=com_frontpage&amp;amp;Itemid=1"&gt;San Francisco Fish Company&lt;/a&gt;, also located inside the Ferry Building.  I had the oyster po' boy and Josh went with the jambalaya.  The food was so good and we sat on stools in the small eating area enjoying the vacation happiness.  Josh's jambalaya was perfect with chunks of seafood sprinkled throughout and a spicy kick at the end.  For dessert, we shared a gelato from &lt;a href="http://www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com/ciao_bella_gelato.php"&gt;Ciao Bella Gelato&lt;/a&gt;.  One scoop of a Mexican (or was it Aztec?) chocolate and one scoop of strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to the condo to unload our bag o' peaches and relax before dinner, we stopped at the artists' stalls outside of the farmer's market.  One photographer recommended a steak house, off the tourist path, and it became our mission to eat there during the week.  After buying a bunch of pictures that we probably don't need and will probably procrastinate on framing, we stopped at a &lt;a href="http://www.peets.com/"&gt;Peet's Coffee&lt;/a&gt; on the way home.  We shared a jasmine lime iced tea and I wondered why we don't have Peet's Coffee in NYC.  Josh tells me they were edged out by Starbucks.  How sad, because Peet's also sells Recchiuti chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt0VQltfEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/yj5phqe89Lw/s1600-h/IMG_3161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt0VQltfEI/AAAAAAAAAtk/yj5phqe89Lw/s200/IMG_3161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236406900327545922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt0MTCOXYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/FyDhGBiBb7A/s1600-h/IMG_3159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt0MTCOXYI/AAAAAAAAAtc/FyDhGBiBb7A/s200/IMG_3159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236406746365189506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at the &lt;a href="http://www.slanteddoor.com/"&gt;Slanted Door&lt;/a&gt;, one of SF's most popular restaurants.  I started with the manila clams with thai basil, crispy pork belly, and chilies.  Josh went with the much more subtle sweet white corn and dungeness crab soup, which was surprisingly tasty.   I thought it was going to be too mild, especially after I saw Josh's bowl, but behind the mild-mannered exterior, the flavors seem more complex and I wanted to get my own bowl!  The clams were good, but the soup was more special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt5FX2UcWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/by7uI7Cgm-g/s1600-h/IMG_3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt5FX2UcWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/by7uI7Cgm-g/s200/IMG_3162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236412124956488034" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt4wdouDmI/AAAAAAAAAt0/C48gy3xilQw/s1600-h/IMG_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt4wdouDmI/AAAAAAAAAt0/C48gy3xilQw/s200/IMG_3164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236411765732806242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt45owioAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/eyuFsDlnF9A/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt45owioAI/AAAAAAAAAt8/eyuFsDlnF9A/s200/IMG_3165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236411923337224194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt4iIK1-JI/AAAAAAAAAts/mbbJkbFeXDc/s1600-h/IMG_3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt4iIK1-JI/AAAAAAAAAts/mbbJkbFeXDc/s200/IMG_3163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236411519452182674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our entrees, I got the cellophane noodles with fresh dungeness crab meat and Josh went with squid stuffed with a mixture of cellophane noodles, pork, and maybe mushroom.  It's not on the menu anymore, so I can't verify.  That's what I get for waiting around to do my vacation blogging.  The Slanted Door gets really mixed reviews, but even non-enthusiastic reviews would recommend the cellophane noodles with dungeness crab.  Maybe it's the crab again, but this is not a dish that punches you in the face with bold flavors.  It tastes really fresh, and little bits of noodle have browned, so you get these layers of flavor.  Josh's squid dish was pretty good, but I could sit around eating the cellophane noodles all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt69wM2WaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/-F2cH0VYCUU/s1600-h/IMG_3167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKt69wM2WaI/AAAAAAAAAuM/-F2cH0VYCUU/s200/IMG_3167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236414193077737890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For dessert, we shared monkey bread with peaches and apricots.  The first time I heard of monkey bread was Alton Brown's "&lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/show_ea/episode/0,1976,FOOD_9956_43737,00.html"&gt;House of the Rising Bun&lt;/a&gt;" episode.  The monkey bread at Slanted Door had the texture of something I'd expect at breakfast, crispy on the outside and chewy/tender inside.  It wasn't very sweet, but the natural sweetness of the fruit was more than enough.  Josh and I shared my pot of Hong Kong milk tea, which was only $5 and was more than enough for two people.  Actually, my lychee-infused black tea, at $2.50, was served in a glass along with a half carafe more!  Seriously good deals on the tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and the bill was surprisingly reasonable considering all the food we ordered.  Josh said he'd be more than happy to go back again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-6781387467472262950?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6781387467472262950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=6781387467472262950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6781387467472262950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6781387467472262950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/08/sf-day-3.html' title='SF: Day 3'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKth2QXBpqI/AAAAAAAAAtE/oexdEzC4JVw/s72-c/IMG_3142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-5284982849510343160</id><published>2008-07-21T21:59:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:27:47.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>SF: Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdAA-s-qcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Q2Is2bhxw4A/s1600-h/IMG_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdAA-s-qcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Q2Is2bhxw4A/s320/IMG_3111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235223477417322946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our first full day in SF, I figured it'd be the best day for wine country because we're still on east coast time and it won't be so hard to get up early.  When planning our vacation, we thought we'd rent a car, drive out to Sonoma or Napa, rent bicycles, and then bike to wineries from there.  Then when you think a bit, you realize it's a bad idea.  Riding bikes in the sun, drinking wine, and then having to drive 1.5 hours back to SF after a bunch of tastings?  Not smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdAp181lXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6R8RiP8T9eE/s1600-h/IMG_3036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdAp181lXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6R8RiP8T9eE/s200/IMG_3036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235224179442554226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We chose Wine Country Tour Shuttle for our trip to Napa.  You are driven to Napa in a shuttle bus and visit four wineries, get a coupon for lunch, and then take the ferry back to SF, avoiding any of the afternoon traffic.  You don't have to worry about drinking and driving an can fully relax, unless you have obnoxious tourmates like we did.  Fortunately, the idiots didn't get fully obnoxious until they'd gotten a good deal of wine in them.  Anyways, the tour group meets at the &lt;a href="http://www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com/"&gt;Ferry Building&lt;/a&gt;, which is a temple of deliciousness.  Josh and I got there early because we're fast NYC walkers.  Our friends told us to take the bus to the Ferry Building because it's over a mile, but we walked it anyways and it wasn't so bad.  We had delicious ham and cheese turnovers from the &lt;a href="http://www.ferrybuildingmarketplace.com/acme_bread_company.php"&gt;Acme Bread Company&lt;/a&gt;.  I was eying the pain au chocolat, but I figured I'd need a better base for the wine tastings.  The turnovers were so crispy on the outside but tender and flaky on the inside, chock full of gooey cheese and cubes of ham.  Every time we went to the Ferry Building after that, I wanted another turnover but I never had another one.  I guess it's time for me to start another food quest for a good ham and cheese turnover in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdCyAHiLEI/AAAAAAAAAsk/yyazfmRk-qg/s1600-h/IMG_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdCyAHiLEI/AAAAAAAAAsk/yyazfmRk-qg/s200/IMG_3054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235226518633983042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We started our tour at &lt;a href="http://www.chandon.com/web/index.cfm"&gt;Domaine Chandon&lt;/a&gt;, which produces sparkling wines.  It was the most educational part of the tour, as we got to go through the wine making process.  When we actually got to the tasting portion of the tour, I really wasn't in the mood to drink because it was just shy of 11:00.  I was the only one who disposed of tastings in the "pour bucket."  I'm not a very sophisticated wine drinker.  I go for white wines of the sweeter variety, like riesling and chenin blanc.  The sparkling wines we tasted at Domaine Chandon got drier and drier with each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdHgXOI7yI/AAAAAAAAAss/XBDT9ld5ZvY/s1600-h/IMG_3095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdHgXOI7yI/AAAAAAAAAss/XBDT9ld5ZvY/s200/IMG_3095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235231713156198178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our second, and favorite, stop was &lt;a href="http://www.vsattui.com/"&gt;V. Sattui Winery&lt;/a&gt;.  We were given free reign there, but only had about 1.5 hours for lunch and tastings.  The winery is lovely and I wish I'd taken pictures of the grounds, which look like an old Italian farm.  The wine tour provided a $10 coupon per person and with that, Josh and I were able to get a lovely picnic lunch with an herb bread, salami, cheese, foie gras mousse, and fruit salad.  The weather was slightly warm with cool breezes and the sun was shining; it was heaven.  We later did tastings and loved the wine so much that we ordered several bottles to be shipped home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdWlw2cAHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZkDO1QzxeDM/s1600-h/IMG_3101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdWlw2cAHI/AAAAAAAAAs0/ZkDO1QzxeDM/s200/IMG_3101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235248298609868914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our third stop was at &lt;a href="http://www.roundhillwines.com/"&gt;Rutherford Ranch&lt;/a&gt;, but it was very unimpressive in comparison to Domaine Chandon and V. Sattui because there really weren't any grounds to explore. It was a store and a tasting room, which felt like the living room of a contemporary house.  The last winery was &lt;a href="http://www.andrettiwinery.com/"&gt;Andretti Winery&lt;/a&gt;, of race car driver fame.  It was gorgeous and we did the tasting in the backyard, which was strung with globe lights, like you could have a huge party at sunset.  The grape vines are adjacent to the backyard so we could actually walk amongst them, something we couldn't do at any of the other wineries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdt0Af_9PI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EzefVM3zCPE/s1600-h/IMG_3132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdt0Af_9PI/AAAAAAAAAs8/EzefVM3zCPE/s200/IMG_3132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235273832096330994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the ferry ride back to SF, we walked all the way to Fisherman's Wharf for a quick dinner of soup in a bread bowl.  On the way over there, we saw &lt;a href="http://www.boudinbakery.com/"&gt;Boudin Bakery&lt;/a&gt;, home of SF's famous sourdough bread.  They have a huge window at the front of the building where you can watch the bread makers at work.  You can smell the sourdough when you walk by, and there's also a museum inside, but we were too tired to go that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-5284982849510343160?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5284982849510343160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=5284982849510343160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/5284982849510343160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/5284982849510343160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/sf-day-2.html' title='SF: Day 2'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKdAA-s-qcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/Q2Is2bhxw4A/s72-c/IMG_3111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-6982751012906496086</id><published>2008-07-20T23:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T16:56:15.885-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>SF: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKc6zRRLVMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zUrN9KzwmH4/s1600-h/IMG_3008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKc6zRRLVMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zUrN9KzwmH4/s320/IMG_3008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235217744324678850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I meant for this trip to San Francisco to be totally relaxing, with no pressure of doing the usual touristy things.  We did those things several years ago on our first trip to SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKc7TyA94vI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dyGD3l8jPP8/s1600-h/IMG_2971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKc7TyA94vI/AAAAAAAAAsE/dyGD3l8jPP8/s200/IMG_2971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235218302870872818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went out to Sausalito with our friends and had a small lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.scomassausalito.com/"&gt;Scoma's&lt;/a&gt;.  Small, not because I wasn't hungry, but because we had fancy dinner plans at &lt;a href="http://fringalesf.com/base_movie_content.html"&gt;Fringale&lt;/a&gt; as a thank you to those friends for letting us stay in their condo for the week (thanks Janet!).  While walking by the water, we saw a &lt;a href="http://www.rock-on-rock-on.com/"&gt;man doing rock balancing&lt;/a&gt;.  Those rock sculptures are not stuck together with anything and it's so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKc-c8g8W0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/ISdM-u-kcQs/s1600-h/IMG_3026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKc-c8g8W0I/AAAAAAAAAsM/ISdM-u-kcQs/s200/IMG_3026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235221758843050818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back to SF from Sausalito, we went to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marin_Headlands"&gt;Marin Headlands&lt;/a&gt;, where you can take amazing photos of the Golden Gate Bridge (okay, fine, so we did a touristy thing, but it's not like we planned on it). After that, it was time to get back and walk the dogs and head out to dinner.  The food is good at Fringale, but I'm not sure if it's worth the high prices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-6982751012906496086?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/6982751012906496086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=6982751012906496086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6982751012906496086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/6982751012906496086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/sf-day-1.html' title='SF: Day 1'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SKc6zRRLVMI/AAAAAAAAAr8/zUrN9KzwmH4/s72-c/IMG_3008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-3295940035966274896</id><published>2008-07-20T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:34:41.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Barely awake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SIajpgYAInI/AAAAAAAAAqU/mTNcIgfcDhA/s1600-h/IMG_2935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SIajpgYAInI/AAAAAAAAAqU/mTNcIgfcDhA/s320/IMG_2935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226044351070610034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a "better safe than sorry" kind of traveler.  So for a 7 a.m. flight, you can imagine that I'll get up before 4.  Josh, in order to guarantee a decent night's sleep, took a sleeping pill and wound up groggy.  We managed to get out the door on schedule, at 4:15, and made it to the airport without a car accident.  I had gotten only 3 hours of sleep, so I conked out during the middle of the flight for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Virgin America is awesome.  I love you, Richard Branson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-3295940035966274896?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/3295940035966274896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=3295940035966274896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/3295940035966274896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/3295940035966274896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/barely-awake.html' title='Barely awake'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SIajpgYAInI/AAAAAAAAAqU/mTNcIgfcDhA/s72-c/IMG_2935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-5097793623376612119</id><published>2008-07-13T00:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T00:57:46.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>'Scu me, can I talk to you for a minute?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m75g_A731q0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m75g_A731q0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins just introduced this to me and I find it hilarious.  Now when we hang out, we throw random quotes from the skit into our conversation.  I was all skeptical over the funniness of the skit when my cousin was summarizing it and giving me the best lines while heading to dinner after the longest high school graduation ceremony EVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, it's that funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Own that ponytail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-5097793623376612119?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/5097793623376612119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=5097793623376612119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/5097793623376612119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/5097793623376612119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/scu-me-can-i-talk-to-you-for-minute.html' title='&apos;Scu me, can I talk to you for a minute?'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-56584491330021551</id><published>2008-07-12T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:49:47.213-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Waterfalls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SHkkMKudbmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/V_wi3xieTZM/s1600-h/IMG_2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SHkkMKudbmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/V_wi3xieTZM/s320/IMG_2913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222245034369052258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-56584491330021551?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/56584491330021551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=56584491330021551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/56584491330021551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/56584491330021551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/waterfalls.html' title='Waterfalls'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SHkkMKudbmI/AAAAAAAAAp8/V_wi3xieTZM/s72-c/IMG_2913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-7395223660051518088</id><published>2008-07-06T17:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:16:58.116-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SHknoQuuqeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2gDk-So_hKo/s1600-h/IMG_2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SHknoQuuqeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2gDk-So_hKo/s320/IMG_2849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222248815552014818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're pretty well settled into the new apartment, aside from a few piles that got shoved to the side with an "I'll take care of that later."  The boys love the place and are adorably outgoing, watching me leave in the morning from the stairs.  Eli still sleeps on my pillow at night, something I was afraid he'd stop doing with the shock of a new home.  He still comes up to me at 11 every night and meows at me until I go to bed (usually not until much later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to plan the housewarming....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-7395223660051518088?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7395223660051518088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=7395223660051518088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7395223660051518088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7395223660051518088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_mcy8H7fR4Bo/SHknoQuuqeI/AAAAAAAAAqE/2gDk-So_hKo/s72-c/IMG_2849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5172195.post-7215410295143591172</id><published>2008-07-04T19:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:00:41.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Customer Service'/><title type='text'>No Teavana for me</title><content type='html'>I was at the mall in my home town this morning, and visited the new Teavana shop that opened where my Häagen Dazs used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather they kept the Häagen Dazs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no problems with nice tea; I've been ordered from Revolution Tea for some time.  Teavana was giving out samples of a couple teas and when I asked how they sell it (loose? bag?), the salesgirl roped me into the store and showed me the gigantic canisters holding the loose teas.  She'd open a lid and then fan it in my direction.  Yeah, smells good.  Then she keeps firing her schpeel at me, while waving a huge can lid, about how they sell it at a certain price (i.e. $12.00 per 2 oz), but generally sell them in 1/2 lb canisters.  Uh, how about you put the per pound price on the canister then?  You don't need to be an expert in math to see why you're trying to make the price seem lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I preferred my tea in individual infuser bags and she got hostile with me, "So you're saying you like canned vegetables?  You know, people are getting concerned with the preservatives in their food nowadays."  I said that I'd been buying organic teas from Revolution for some time and I enjoy the convenience of the single serving.  She saw that I was annoyed, and said, "But we have easy ways for you to make a single serving with loose teas!"  I said no thanks, and walked out, shaking my head.  If she hadn't gotten so uppity with me, I may have gone for some of the tea, which was very nice, but I didn't want to have someone lecture me like a timeshare salesman to guilt me into buying some very expensive tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5172195-7215410295143591172?l=revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/feeds/7215410295143591172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5172195&amp;postID=7215410295143591172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7215410295143591172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5172195/posts/default/7215410295143591172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://revisitingthemoon.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-teavana-for-me.html' title='No Teavana for me'/><author><name>Dora</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06305966065008566025</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='15639766237026792136'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>