Nopalito, I so badly want to like you.

I’ve learned my lesson. If I want Mexican food I need to find the tiniest joint with the largest health violation. That’s where the authentic food is hiding. That’s where the fat and flavor is. At the end of September my dear friend Alina came to visit. She is one of my favorite friends to… Continue reading Nopalito, I so badly want to like you.

Pastry Tour of San Francisco Part I

My mom and I have a shared love for scones. Always gravitating towards sweet verses savory on the breakfast menu it’s no surprise we choose scones or muffins over bagels with cream cheese. The first scone I have memory of us sharing was a Starbucks blueberry scone. These used to be round, smaller than the… Continue reading Pastry Tour of San Francisco Part I