I’ll be the first to admit it. I’ve been neglecting my sweet, little Happelsauce. It was not supposed to be this way. I swear. It’s just that I’ve been an wayfaring wanderer these past few weeks. I’ve been staying with friends, cooking in their kitchens, and living out of a suitcase. My nomadic lifestyle has been mostly fun, a little exhausting, and not at all conducive to posting food-inspired tales. Internet has been spotty at times, the cord that connects my camera to my computer has disappeared into the depths of my duffel bag, and I’ve been consuming more Lara Bars in the past 40 days than I have in my entire life.
In late September, my friend Annie returned to her room in Oakland that I had been fortunate enough to sublet for a couple of months. I rolled out of the East Bay and into Healdsburg for a very early Thanksgiving feast with my Oakland roommates and friends, with Nattie’s 30th birthday celebration almost immediately following. Then I headed back into San Francisco, gathering no moss and a bad cold. I plied my body with Cranberry Pomegranate EmergenC and hot tea and come the next weekend, I was almost as good as new.
I moved from the Mission to Russian Hill, then back to the Mission. I spent five days dog sitting for Isis, the deaf rescue pit bull who loves humans but wants to eat other dogs for dinner. Isis, goddess of motherhood and fertility and instilling sheer terror in other neighborhood pets. From there, I was off to New York City, where I currently reside in Lex’s cozy apartment in Chelsea. On Friday, I’m off to Chicago to meet Rebekah’s baby for the first time. I’m envisioning little Charlie in a tiny pumpkin costume, or perhaps shrimp nigiri?
I’m proud to report that I have managed to document some of my adventures from these past few weeks. I uploaded my photos yesterday with the help of Alexa’s camera card reader. So, without further ado, I present a mishmash of my exploits, mostly food-centric and all fun-centric, starting in mid-September at the Pike Place Market and up through last Sunday’s Brooklyn Flea, where Martha Stewart with video cameras in tow graced the DUMBO parking lot with her presence. I will share some good recipes soon. Come November, I’ll be back in San Francisco, grounded and focused on one thing only: finding a job. Okay, maybe two things: finding a job and Happelsauce. Actually, three things: finding a job, Happelsauce, and yoga. That’s it.