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Opening: Bin 38



Remember how rainy Friday night was? All I wanted to do was curl up with a cup of hot cocoa (like this one from Bittersweet) and have a Netflix night, but the Friends and Family opening party for Bin 38 was calling my name. I’m sure you’re thinking: As if SF needs another wine bar. But my motto is: The more, the merrier! Indeed, my spot in one of the nooks catching up with some friends over a Petit Syrah and Prosecco turned out to be the perfect escape from the bleak weather.


Brownie Troop



The ballot for the brownie contest.

Sprinkles Are Like Sunshine

Last night I was at Bimbo's for 7x7’s very fun party celebrating our Hot 20 issue and let’s just say after a little too much of the Johnny Walker, I’m feeling a bit like I need a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. And for an instant pick-me-up, you can’t go wrong with cupcakes showered in sprinkles.


Devil's food cupcakes, ready to party.

Dinner with My Brother

My brother swept into town the other day for dinner. He lives on the East Coast and was in Sacramento on business, so he drove over to SF to visit. Actually, it was the first time he’s come over since I moved here just about nine years ago. Needless to say, I was excited—if a bit daunted—by how to show off my adopted city.


Her Bombolloni bring all the boys to the yard



We were saying a fond farewell to one of our fine interns last Friday, over a lovely little breakfast at Boulettes Larder. I swear, eating at that place is like being in a dream—everything is just so delicious and aesthetically pleasing. And there is something about having a proper breakfast like that, all hot cereal and pristine fruit, that makes you feel like you’ve done something good for yourself.

Huckleberry Country



It’s no secret that I’m a berry gal—strawberries first, then blueberries, with raspberries and blackberries tying for third. So when I was in Montana last week and saw roadside signs for huckleberry everything—ice cream, pie, pancakes, jam, beer, you name it—I knew I had to try some. Of course, we were in Montana to go backpacking and camping in Glacier National Park, not to go on one of my food-focused benders, so I was more than willing to let the berry thing go. But as it turns out, huckleberry eating was in the cards.

Sugar and Spice and People Who Aren't Nice

My generally very good-natured friend Alan is English and thus has no macho issues with things like wearing pink or his devotion to sweets. He’s a man who uninhibitedly finds great happiness in a “pudding” or a “cakey” (what we might call a “dessert” or a “pastry”). He's the kind of guy that jumps for joy.

Every Friday before he goes off to the biotech company where he works as a scientist, he and his wife Jina get themselves over to Tartine for a breakfast treat. It’s their endearing weekly ritual.


National Ice Cream Month


Me and a giant gelato in Sorrento

Cocoa-Crazy



I’m making (eating is more like it) my way through Fort Mason. First it was the Slow Food event, next was Pinot Days and just this past weekend was the Chocolate Salon—the first major chocolate show to take place on the West Coast in years.
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