Happy 50th, Kikkoman
If you’re craving sushi, today’s the day to fill up your soy sauce dish (and sake cup) and make a toast to Kikkoman, because this is Kikkoman Day.
Back on June 5, 1957, Kikkoman Soy Sauce launched its North American headquarters here in SF, and in recognition of the company’s success, Board of Supervisors President Aaron Peskin named June 5 Kikkoman Day.
Greetings blog peepers,
When is the last time you saw a line around the block for a clothes sale? I did, Sunday afternoon.
It happens every year at a warehouse south of market when San Francisco's NICE COLLECTIVE has its annual sample sale. It is, pants down, my favorite fashion event on the calendar.
The Great Tortilla Conspiracy in action.
A Friday night at a gallery in the Mission District can be, at the very least, an illuminating experience. Who knows what might happen? Will there be performers naked save for body paint, a guerilla marching band or a fully stocked ice cream truck handing out free rocket pops and “subversive” literature? I’ve seen all of the above.
The region just north of Burgundy on France's east side is famous for its chalky white soils, which gives that minerally texture and Chardonnays of lovely power and grace. There are many great producers, my faves being Dauvissat, William Fevre, Louis Michel and of course Domaine Raveneau, who makes highly individually styled wines and is also greatly popular in San Francisco.
Tonic, Part I of XXIVIXDMXIV is a very nice illustrated entry about his first attempt to make tonic water at home. These replications of early tonic water are fascinating to me, as it gives a bit of glimpse as to what those 19th century British officers in India must have been doing to stave off malaria. Of course, even today's tonic might be better than what they had, and today's gin almost certainly is.
We hosted a big dinner party last night at my house celebrating the visit of my sister Eden and baby Clementine (who will one day be one of the world's great gastronomes). Many courses, many wines--a great time was had by all. But, the challenge with so many wines--and having a wife who prefers to use a separate and proper glass for each one--is the clean up in the morning. Ugggh.
Sent From: Murphy Hooker’s Wireless Handheld Device (4:28 p.m.) 6/2/2007
Greetings and salutations* from the damask-drenched dungeon of a narcoleptic flibbertigibbet whose insatiable sex drive, dizzy disposition and chain-smoking Chihuahua-esque countenance makes the archetypical female neurotic Annie Hall, look like Cher after nine Drambuie
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