audrey says stuff

It’s an acquired skill. (As with any specialized task, certain key tools make all the difference. Here - good headphones, a hooded sweatshirt.)  There are certain destination points that it’s nice to acknowledge, or that you might miss out on, like snacks and “important” safety announcements. On the whole though, most would agree sleep is way more fun.

I was thinking this is kinda a funny metaphor for stuff. Even when I’m traveling with friends, I’d really rather not chitchat on the plane. It’s almost more painful, ya know? Leave me be in my cocoon of semi-sentient misery. Talking makes me aware of the unhappy plight I’m stuck in for the next __ hours.  I forget what I wanted this to be a metaphor for. Alas.

A weird bonus is the fact that it’s easier for me to sleep when I’m sick, so getting sick while traveling sometimes enables me to zonk out before we leave the runway.  Blissful dreamworld until it’s time for peanuts.

Oh yes! A metaphor for unintentionally sleeping to your destination, and missing the travel part of it.  I guess it all depends on your goals.  Want to live life to its dryball scraping static stale fullest?  Don’t sleep on your plane. :P  Want quality ’stead of quantity?  Slip on those noise canceling headphone and let the yakkers yak. (Sidenote: yak = throw up = talk incessantly.  Interesting).

Title says it all. Weekend of way too much good food, and some quality time w/ da fam.

Favorites?  

Such a difficult question, that. Actually, our group of four came to a surprising amount of consensus as to our favorites.  Favorite restaurant of the lot (lot = French Laundry, Ubuntu, Bistro Jeanty), was definitely Ubuntu.  The chef was also really really nice to us because of a friend ;). 

The dishes are maybe what you’re most interested in…my faves below.

Sorry for some fuzziness of pics, still trying to work out some disagreements with my new SLR :) 

Lavender sugar almonds, Ubuntu

Mushroom pizza w/ local egg, Ubuntu

Cheesecake in a jar, Ubuntu

Pearls + Oysters (Caviar + Oyster + Tapioca), French Laundry

Uni on warm rice + Granny smith slices, French Laundry

And some good tomato soup from Bistro Jeanty

Assorted goodness from Bouchon Bakery (the bouchons, unsurprisingly, are pretty darned good.)

I love people who can write. Rather, I love reading stuff written by people who can write.

(Thanks to Karen for the tip-off). 

Ladies and gents - JK Rowling on the importance of failure and imagination (as empathy).

Only flaw in her speech? The location. Duh. 

http://harvardmagazine.com/go/jkrowling.html

Ya know, I actually get sugary headaches, kinda, when I have too much sweet stuff.
Given the activities of this weekend, though (please don’t tell my mom), I think my descent into pre-diabetes just got a hefty shove.

But oh-so-yummy a shove. :)

Behold - the ugly remains of a custardy cherry-ey clafoutis. (Saturday).
And the pristine smoothness of a yet-to-be-torched peppermint-chocolate creme brulee. (T-minus-one hour of chilling).

I have raspberries, and whipped cream.

Yeah, it’s over. See ya’ll on the other side.

May 3rd: How’d it get to be May already, and so littl

*blink*

…yeah, um.. now May’s almost over.   A mini heat wave, beach time, bay to breakers, and cherries.  So much for draft blog posts.

Gear up for summer, people!  It’s coming up fast…don’t let it sneak up sidewise. (Like a wave, when you’re holding a boogie board and turned around talking to friends and not paying attention and SMACK down you go.  Although really, that’s kind of fun too.)