Normal things you see:
1. A million firetrucks on Leavenworth and Geary clustered in front of a burnt-out building.
2. A blue tarp-covered truck at the farmer’s market, filled with live chickens that are butchered on-site.
3. Protesters demonstrating against said blue truck’s butchery of the live chickens. Also at the farmer’s market.
4. A man entirely covered in silver paint. Why?!
5. Three men swapping plastic little packets and money – aka drug-dealing in front of my face. No picture because I didn’t want to get shot. A real-life “Breaking Bad”!
6. And finally, a man who crawled out of his sleeping bag cave only to whip it out and urinate in the street.
Classy.
The farmer’s market was bustling this morning despite the drizzliness and wet.
We saw Farmer Joe in all his mustached gloriousness. M spotted him 100 feet away and commented on his camouflage jacket. I looked for him, but in that split second he mysteriously disappeared. I guess he’s a pro at working the camouflage.
He reappeared shortly after and I snuck some quick-style paparazzi photos.
Once home, M had to skidaddle because he’s going to the Niners’ game at 1 p.m. I’m a little afraid they are going to lose again and M will come home grumpy and angry. At least he’ll have food waiting for him?
For roughly $22.
I bought a field’s worth of heirloom tomatoes because I wanted to make tomato sauce! Whenever the weather turns a little chilly, marinara always lifts my spirits and comforts a frozen body.
The marinara turned out incredibly spicy. I told M not to buy any habaneros, but he’s obsessed with making his tastebuds cry, so he grabbed three. I only put ONE in the sauce and it permeated my entire pot. Meh. He better eat it.
You see those pomegranate seeds?
Yea, who do you think laboriously plucks each delicate little pod out of its shell just so M can eat it.
I bought two pomegranates and decided I was going to crack them open today and just be done with the seed-shucking.
Halfway through slave-laboring the first one, I was exhausted by the task.
I threw the second fruit back into the fridge – I’ll deal with it later. Or maybe I’ll make M do it. I’ve never seen anyone gobble pomegranate seeds faster than him. He takes a little spoon to that pile and in seconds, mows it right into his mouth.
After the back-breaking labor, I needed breakfast.
I slow-poached an egg to medium and laid it on some Muenster-covered sweet batard bread we bought fresh from Cala Foods this morning. With an heirloom tomato drizzled with olive oil and sea salt. Much needed.
I’m off to mole a hole into my bed and cuddle with Cleo and a cup of Darjeeling tea.
Stay dry!
xoxo,
Jenn
