The Cup

Among all the competitor-bashing at Oracle World this week was this display of the America's Cup. A guy wearing white silk gloves was standing nearby.

Beer With Those Oyster Pancakes?

This article about oyster beer made me think of Dad, not to mention Ken and those day-after-Thanksgiving breakfasts.

French Laundry - Spin Cycle

While I don't watch any of those reality shows that revolve around chefs and cooking, I like a good meal, and I find the high-pressure, high-reward nature of the top restaurant business to be interesting. So, this article in the SFChronicle about the famous French Laundry restaurant in Yountville was right up my alley. A restaurant that serves $250 per person meals to 74 people every night it is open can afford to pull out all the stops. The reporter manages to track the entire day in the kitchen, starting off with the selection of some offerings for that night's meal with the chef.

He weighed out and smelled Australian winter truffles the size of softballs, each worth approximately $1,100. "You see how this smells a little off?" he asked me, holding one up to my nose. I didn't. "I'm going to send it back."

Then he took a mother-of-pearl spoon and in succession, scooped a generous spoonful from each caviar tin, smeared each on the fat of his thumb, then licked it off, as if he were about to take a shot of tequila. He asked me which caviar I liked best. They all tasted amazing. I willed my palate to perform, then, winging it, pointed to the second tin.

"Hmm," he said, "That was my least favorite. But to each his own." My heart sank. Hey, I'm the girl who likes the worst of the best caviar in the world, nice to meet you.

It gets better from there. We might have to work on a reservation. Fortunately the waiting time to get in will give us a chance to save up.

The picture at the top comes from the accompanying article about their three acre garden across from the restaurant that supplies almost all the produce they use.

Ready for some football

As usual I am anxiously awaiting game 1 of the NFL season. Besides my status as big redskins fan I am in 2 fantasy leagues this year. My usual league conducted online consisting of 14 teams I only know and regularly ,communicate with Mitch my brother in law and his son Jeff, I only exchange some harmless trash talk with the other teams. The other league is an expansion league, our 1st year, made up of guys from work. We had our live draft last weekend at someones house, it was a good time followed by lots of food and drink. The trash talk and behind the scenes deal making is furious, The side betting is huge evrything from money to stupid humiliating tasks to be performed on-site. I have some confidence in my team but I will not be taking a chance on wearing a dress to work or doing 50 push ups on demand from the winner. I should have considered my favorite 13th century poet before naming my team after some band Dan has on his I-Pod----Clown Posse.