IT COULD BE NEW YORK

Once more it is unseasonably warm. Yesterday on the way home, some Swedish tourists said that they were so lucky, as it was already starting to snow in Scandinavia, but San Francisco was marvelous! Such weather!
I cheerfully remarked that they could only say that because they did not live in a San Francisco apartment, with no airconditioning.

In all honesty, without airconditioning (and noodles!) nearly the entire state would be uninhabitable. There are parts of California that regularly get well over a hundred degrees. Where no rational person ever goes.
We can't stop there, it's bat country.
Shvitzing bats.
Hot.


粿條

For some reason I keep focusing on the noodles, though. We may not have aircon, unless we are tourists, but we have noodles. It's only ten or twenty days a year that the heat makes us wilt, but we enjoy noodles year round.


A friend reports that her Vegan daughter yearned for some Phở. Possibly this is connected to the year she spent in Britain, where food of whatever type can be a trying experience, and the language is unpronounceable. So they made a refined mushroom broth with absolutely no meat -- they keep kosher in any case, so a traditional base including pork bones would have been quite out of the question -- and there may have been sliced tofu in lieu of the beef that is customary. Not a drop of nước mắm, because that is mamesh treifish in gonzen, and by definition non-Vegan.

As they were eating, the daughter remarked that it didn't taste authentic.


No airconditioning, even in this heat, is one thing.

But no Phở can not be imagined.

That's un-Californian.



越南粉或稱越南河係越南一種嘅河粉，與潮汕和閩南嘅河粉或粿條相同。



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