Several people have told me to watch the movie Walk Hard. I guess it’s supossed to be a spoof on that movie about Johnny Cash? Whatever. The main character in Walk Hard can’t smell and he makes a big deal about it and everyone around him is all, “What’s the big deal? So you can’t smell, so what?!” and like most things it’s funny because it’s true. Having Anosmia is not a big deal, it doesn’t qualify me for disability, and I’ve convinced myself that my brain uses the space that is normally used for smell memory for more important things like clairvoyance, mind control, or perhaps those brain cells were expendable and that would explain how I made it out of my early 20’s with my intelligence seemingly unscathed. At any rate, it’s hard to find examples of Anosmia in mass media!
On Tuesday, July 29th this little blog received more hits and clicks then any other day of it’s existence! I have fun food stories in the works and in the meantime I can assure you all that even when I am not posting, I am still eating! The coming months will reveal numerous changes for bunnybreadsurprise: I will be moving across the country to bring you exciting food facts and finds from a North Western outpost and in a few short weeks bunnybreadsurprise will turn green with envy as I launch a very exciting multi-dimensional blog project. Woot!
Last night I bolted out of bed at 4:00 AM after having a night-terror that my boyfriend of 6 years was cheating on me with two of his coworkers. I don’t think that this strange idea has any basis in reality, but just in case here are some more pictures from the trip Aaron and I took to San Francisco. I’d rather post them all before the anvil falls then annoy my faithful readers with nostalgic tales after the fact. I suppose that in this case if I were to post these “after the fact” I would say something like, “Can you believe that creep and I had such a great time in San Fran? Just look at all the great food I experienced with that jerk! Who wants to read my 500th post about Evan Williams whiskey?!”
No really. Aaron and I had an amazing time in San Francisco. . .
more like HOG HEAVEN
Hog Island Oyster Company is located in the Ferry Building Market Place. This is the same building that transforms in to a crucial Farmer’s Market on Saturday morning. Aaron and I walked to this place from Union Square in a feeble attempt to satiate my need for oysters. We had to wait a while for a table because it was 5 o’clock on a Friday but Aaron and I are very patient people so we put our secret reservation name on a water-stained piece of notebook paper and spent the next 25 minutes making fun of all the people who are infinitely less patient then us!
varietals
I ordered the Oyster Bar Mix. A dozen raw lovelies, two from each place on the menu. I also ordered a excellent glass of KAVA, but I don’t remember what kind because I am an unorganized food blogger and until very recently I wrote dining notes on the backs of business cards!
Kava
The bread basket was spot on. The plate was warm the bread was slightly chewy but not too much.
warm plate
Hog Island Oyster Heaven!
don't ask which one is which
I really enjoyed the Hog Island Sweetwaters and later this same week I drank a beer brewed with them. Amazing!
Aaron ordered the clam chowder and a beer because he is a simple man with very refined tastes (ahem, frugal) AND he is pretty much obsessed with any kind of chowder.
clams for you
This was a great choice. As you can see in the first picture we were seated at the bar directly in front of the oyster shuker, he was very fast! To the right of the shucking station was a small gas stove and the cook started with the cream base, let it bubble until it almost escaped the pan and then threw in the clams. Yum.
closer little clam, closer
This dinner was great. We were both slightly sun burned from walking around the city and I just remember looking at Aaron’s happy red face and feeling really loved, and well fed.
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