Hey, remember that week when the weather was so nice that we sat in the park for 6 hours and wore shorts until 11pm?
Remember when this was the best week ever? No? Let’s change that.
First off – it’s May! That means flowers (showers are over, right?), BBQs, and the over-hyped yet staple “holiday” of Mexico’s Non-Independence that is Cinco de Mayo. For the first few days of the month, restaurants, work catering, and my culinary thoughts are south of the border.
On the home front, that translated to a chilequiles casserole – a healthy dish loaded with veggies (although it could stand to be loaded up even more), tomato sauce, corn tortillas, and a
sprinkling fatty handful of cheese. Check out the recipe here. It keeps for more than a week and makes a great lunch for work.
My comida quest led me into food truck territory to rediscover how amazing Mexican food is, especially when it has a California twist. Read: French fries in a burrito. Oh yes. Thank you Senor Sisig for spearheading the lunchtime culture-clash amazingness.
And then there’s this weather. When the temperature is above 70 degrees, San Francisco ceases to be productive in lieu of being outdoors. This rhetorical city-wide state of being is one of the things that makes the Bay so glorious. While other cities (Los Angeles, I’m looking at you) bask in warm weather nearly everyday, we yearn to experience it more often, so when we have the opportunity, we appreciate the fuck out of it.
As the weekend fast approaches (but not fast enough), I smile ear-to-ear for fortunate happenings such as these that make me appreciate how awesome life can be. As my chocolate cake flan (yes this is a thing, recipe next week!) cools, I leave you with a quote from my favorite DJ who I danced to until 4am and whose sig I snagged (remember how I said this was the best week ever?).
“4 a.m. can feel similar to 11 a.m. Depends on the vibe + if you have sunglasses or not.”
There’s a way.