Tuesday, June 25, 2013

PERFECT FOR OWLS

What do you do on a rainy summer day in San Francisco when you're alone in the house? Naturally you take a very long bath. The sound of gentle precipitation outside replaces the usual bird noise, even the parrots do not fly overhead.
They're probably down at the Embarcadero chattering in the tall trees.

Long bath. Hot soapy water. Luxuriate.
It's going to be a leisurely day.

At around one o'clock you head down the hill to Yummy Fast Food & Dim Sum on Stockton Street for some preserved egg and lean pork congee, plus an oil-stick. Simple, satisfying. Slightly decadent.
Because it's hot and smooth and sensual.
Comfort food. Perfect for wetness.

[Yummy Fast Food: 金華點心快餐 (kam wa dim sam faai chan), located at 930 Stockton Street, between Clay and Washington. Preserved egg and lean pork congee: 皮蛋瘦肉粥 (pei daan sau yiuk juk). Congee: 粥 (juk), rice porridge.
Oil-stick: 油條 (yau tiu), which is a plain dough strip deep fried, puffed-up and airy, perfect for dipping in your rice porridge. All together $3.20, four plus if you also have a beverage. Leave something in the tip-jar to show your appreciation.]


Really, why not? Might as well enjoy the slowness of rainy days; they are so few and so precious in California at this time. And even the streets look nicer when it drizzles.


If you're me, lunch ('breakfast') is after the first two pipes of the day. The first bowl was a dark aged Virginia, the second one a soft buttery blonde. The third one will be started after I leave Yummy Fast Food. I'll probably spend an hour or two in Chinatown, people watching. Which must mean observing locals with newspapers held above their heads, and tourists in shorts and t-shirts looking very baffled indeed.
California is not supposed to be cold OR wet! What happened?
We've been cheated!

Where are the busty blondines running in slo-mo towards the surf?
The bronzed hunk-o-ramas with their long, long boards?
They lied! Bay Watch was NOT filmed here!

Sorry for the disappointment, folks. Thank you for visiting. There's nothing we can do about the weather. San Francisco is not your grandma's California. The climate is eccentric.
I'm enjoying it, though.

Probably going to be in C'town till around three or three thirty. That's enough time to smoke two pipefulls. Same tobaccos as earlier today.


Tordenskjold Virginia Slices. It's seven years old.
Stokkebye 4th. Generation. 1855. From October.


By the way, the title of this post has a simple explanation:
I'm wearing my boxers with the happy green owls today.
You cannot see them, but I know they're there.
And I think they're extremely cute.




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