my medicine.

After suffering from a real fever, now cabin fever is setting in from being sick at home for the last 4 days. This has been my most coveted escape:

She sure knows how to paint a picture. Just the literary dose I needed to feel human again.





I’ve had a tickle in my throat all week and today it turned into a full blown cold. On the upside I have made 3 delicious soups with a new vegetable broth recipe. Normally, I just throw whatever amount of celery, carrots, onions and herbs I have hanging around. It has really changed my soup world since soup is all about the broth. I love soup!

Kale Fennel White Bean Soup.

Cauliflower Leek Soup.

“chicken” chard, mushroom soup.


L. Cohen.

I had the pleasure of finally seeing him in person a few years ago at the art deco Paramount Theater. My love for him grew fonder. Prior to seeing him perform, I had sort of shunned his 80s-present sound drenched synthesizers and back up singers, but that changed. He’s a poet whose words and voice outweigh the adult contemporary sound. I’ve actually grown to enjoy it. I said enjoy not embrace.

Have a listen here….


Take a hike

While a big game (that decided who is going to the Super Bowl) was on, we decided to take a hike. It also happened to be raining but equipped with raincoats and sturdy boots we weren’t afraid to get wet. Besides the traffic getting there (due to the fore-mentioned big game) it was a great escape. We went to Huddart park in Woodside, CA. We only saw one other human while there but a plethora of residential creatures big and small came out of the woodworks. Most with great camouflage which almost worked out to be a disadvantage. I came frightfully near to slipping on a banana slug which happens to be very close to a fear of mine (slipping on a banana peel). It would have been doubled since I would have killed it and hurt myself at the same time. Close one! Another friend we met on the trail was an amphibian… a rough-skinned California newt! What a cute little fella!

So many great trees. Must learn all their names.

How different would the world be if you were a Bryologist?

I always appreciate great signage.

cute Newt.


Happy Birthday Bobby Hutcherson!

After seeing Pina, we hopped in a cab to go 4 blocks because it was raining buckets outside. It was my first visit to Yoshi’s in the Fillmore which used to be a jazz haven and now is far from that. I wished I had seen jazz in it’s heyday. Instead I appreciate seeing a musician who has witnessed the change in San Francisco and continues playing for a different type of audience. He’s still banging on those vibs however he has abandoned the standout knit/crochet wear he was sporting in the 70s.



On Friday night in the pouring rain we went to see Pina in 3D by Wim Wenders. It really moved me. I have been a bit skeptical of 3D but the way it is used to bring the viewer into the landscape really lends to the film rather than being a distraction. It is a great tribute to an extraordinary woman whose vision of human movement and the emotion it provokes is breath…. taking. A combination of weightlessness and strength I didn’t know was possible.




Masters of Venice

I finally used my membership card to De Young and went to see the Masters of Venice exhibition. I embrace nostalgia at times and it took me back to not only the 16th century but to studying Renaissance Art in Italy and venturing to the sinking museum city for the first time. It is really an incredible place and I have been lucky to have been there twice. The second time was for a short layover with a dear friend early in the morning when the cafes were just opening and not a tourist was in site. We got lost because it really is impossible not to, and sat on a dock watching the boats sway by. Mantegna, Titian, and Tintoretto were all there with us so it was a reunion of sorts to see them again at the De Young. I would like to have been in Venice in the 16th century through the words of Jeanette Winterson’s The Passion. I have to get my hands on a copy now!



This one was not in the show but is a great example of Mantegna’s foreshortening.




I’ve been curious about a German red cabbage dish called blaukraut which literally means “blue cabbage.” I didn’t make the traditional version of which many boast of their Bavarian grandmother’s recipe. I sort of just combined bits (mostly herbs and spices) from many recipes and winged it. It was easy… just red cabbage, yellow onion, and an apple, cooked down with some olive oil (most people used butter) and then simmered with apple cider vinegar, a bay leaf, some sage, caraway seeds, ground cloves, all spice, nutmeg, cinnamon, and some S+P for about an hour. I left out the sugar because of the natural sweetness of the apple. I’m sure most people would enjoy it better (or only) with the butter and sugar but I guess I’m not most people. Here it is pre cookdown…



Me too!

Along with crowds of movie-goers and film critics, I too enjoyed The Artist. It’s a heartfelt ode to silent films and their stars and the transition to talkies. I tried to glance back to see the faces of the audience embracing a silent black and white picture not in 3D starring [insert famous actor’s name here]. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.


Happy MLK day!

Every Martin Luther King Day I try to read his Letter From Birmingham Jail. He was a great man and should be celebrated but instead I was working. I did get to watch this though.