Thursday!

Hooray for tomorrow being Thursday!
Sometimes I get excited for Thursday purely on the habit (still) that it's the Farmer's Market in San Luis Obispo. I haven't lived there for a few years but it still lingers in my heart.

Here are a few shots of my quick day trip to Napa last Saturday...I think I'm going to take hints from the bears in the picture below and get some serious R&R this weekend!

colorful vines on Hwy 29 (from the car)

In the Stag's Leap Winery caves...how cute is he?

This could quite possibly be the most random blog post in the history of my blogging life.

The Grove on Fillmore

Have you been to The Grove on Fillmore in San Francisco? If not, you most definitely should. This trendy, way too beautifully mis-matched eating establishment is something you don't want to miss. E and I went there to have lunch and do work on our computers the other day and had a splendid time.
I ordered a Chinese Chicken Salad (completely unlike me and I regretted it right after) and E ordered the Chicken Pot Pie. Great decision on her part.

It's kind of pricey and most definitely crowded but there's something about it that makes me feel right at home. Perhaps it's the cow print couch we sat on while our legs were up on a large round foot stool made of the same material or how when I looked around at the patrons they all acted as if they were in their own living rooms lounging, laughing, surfing the web and eating delicious food.

the man with blue gloves

This morning I came over to the city to go on my favorite run of all time (North Beach to the Golden Gate Bridge...today it was a bit shorter but usually, if I'm super up to it and have someone with me I can make it there and when I do it's so glorious) and hang out with one of my favorite girls, E.
At the Bay Bridge toll booth there was a man with a friendly face who upon my arrival said,

"Wow, you are a beautiful lady! Are you married?"
"No."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes." (I lied)
"Wow, well I would marry you in a second and buy you a great big house. Can I kiss your hand?"
"Sure."
Then, with his money stained blue glove he took my hand and kissed it. Then told me once again,
"You, you are beautiful, such a beautiful face."

All I could think of was my friend Lindsay living in Sierra Leone and how she is approached on the streets almost everyday with men doing this exact thing to her! She and I must be kindred spirits...the man even looked like he could have been from Sierra Leone!

Anyway, the city today is be-a-utiful.

What I Ate.

I love kale. Especially Russian Red Kale. Typically the Russian Red Kale I buy is soft and friendly but the one I got at my first visit to the Berkeley Bowl (my new favorite grocery store) was kind of rugged. Still delicious but not exactly what I was hoping for.

I made a yummy meal out of it anyway and decided to take some pics because it was so good. Sauteed kale, homemade Ranchero Sauce, crushed garlic, fried egg, greek yogurt, avocado, cilantro and cayenne. Do it.
I would love if everyone I knew had a blog and posted what they ate each night (with pictures) for a whole week. I'll keep dreaming...






I'm going to figure out the ranchero sauce recipe I make and post it soon :)

One of the best parts of my job...

Being the one who conducts photo shoots.

Because I'm the only one in the product development team that has a decent camera and becomes giddy thinking about taking photos of food I'm priveleged with all our in-house photo shooting.

Thomas acts as my trusty assistant...

our make-shift photo shooting room

that's right, we're getting ready for the holidays :)

Crazy Ride

Last Wednesday I biked to work. My excitement of living closer to work and incredible ambition to combine my workout for the day with the beautiful commute led me to this insane jaunt.

The ride there was great. The weather was mild, the sun was rising making beautiful colors in the sky and I met my co-worker Thomas halfway to show me the cool route. I hardly broke a sweat and if it wasn't for Thomas basically sprinting and dragging me along with him I wouldn't have felt like it was much of a workout.

The ride home was a bit different.
Two blocks into my solo ride after Thomas and I split up I almost plowed myself into a city bus. The bus had its blinker on but I thought it was turning not dead stopping. Under an overpass and in between two traffic lights the guy slammed on the brakes. Stunned and going a good speed I slammed on my brakes as hard as I could balancing stopping fast and not flying over my handle bars. I literally stopped and my feet flew out of my clip on shoes an inch from hitting the bus. If I had swerved left it would have been into traffic and right would have been into a tiny sidewalk and concrete wall. My adrenaline was racing as I gained my composure and looked behind me to see who saw the scene. A man in his beat-up Honda was gawking at me and when I mouthed,"So Close!!!" while showing the distance with my hands all he could do was nod.

After winding up on Fruitvale I hopped a few blocks over to the correct street and started the climb. It began mild but continued to increase in degrees until my legs were burning and all I wanted was to fall over and quit. This particular street was great, lined with trees and shading me from the intense sun but these trees were also full of super gross nats. They were flying all over the place and sticking to my sweaty face and arms making it so I had to keep my mouth closed and squint my eyes. I can just picture now how ridiculous I must have looked.

I began the serious climb once I hopped on the frontage road to Highway 13, pictured below. It was so challenging I talked to myself in a constant stream saying things like, "oh my gosh, I can't believe this, Oh my goodness, this is crazy, Come on Vaness, you can do this...it's not that bad right? Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh...". I passed a few people walking down hill as I climbed up and all I could muster to say was ,"This sucks." They chuckled while saying something encouraging and went on their way, making me feel stupid for being so negative. I guess beating my body up and pushing my physical self to the extreme measure brings out the not-so-polite side in me.

The best part of the ride was Lincoln Ave. when the road hit a peak. I was going to start riding downhill. I had no idea and all of a sudden I was cruising in dreamland down the windy road making my way to Montclair. It's weird how quickly I became overjoyed after being in such agony...

I made it home in an hour, which isn't too bad considering my commute used to be close to that. My legs were wobbly and I was sore for a good three days but I do think this could be the beginning of something beautiful. :)
I just need to learn routes that don't have buses on them and trees with nats.

Eureka, Friends and Lavender Cheesecake

I went to Eureka with my friend Erin to visit a few of our college/bestest friends Bekah and Janne and we had way too much fun.
Janne, pictured above, sold her first cheesecake that weekend and we decided to replicate it a day later so we could actually taste it. Lavender cheesecake with an almond crust- simply delicious. I'm not exactly a cheesecake person but this one just may have changed my heart; Yum!

She is super creative with her cheesecake creations and made this flavor up by using a mixture of Cypress Groves Purple Haze goat cheese (that has lavender mixed into it) with cream cheese and adding homemade lavender sugar (she crushed lavender and sugar together and then sifted the sugar out into the cake- brilliant!)

The topping was a mixture of sour cream and more lavender sugar. Janne mentioned how much she loves sour cream toppings on cheesecake because it cuts the richness and I completely agree. Pretty sure everyone who ate this cheesecake would agree that all components were necessary and perfectly combined.

Lounging while it poured rain outside...one of my favorite things

Janne decided and we all agreed that Erin (on the right) looked Dutch with her skinny jeans and borrowed New Balance shoes. So funny!