Thursday Steven came up for the xmas visit that never happened- remember I broke my toe and he got bumped.
We had fun, heartfelt times and tasty treats. On Friday we met Jocelyn at the Kabuki to see “Grand Budapest Hotel.” Loved it. Then on to J’s for a delicious dinner of her veggie/bean soup, GF buttermilk bread from Arizmendi- check it out Celiacs and wheat intolerants. J also served a pear and blue cheese- not cultured on bread- salad.
These days seems with my limitations a big focus is culinary; actually probably always has been. Also Steven gave wonderful big brother big help, always asking “Is there anything I can move or carry.” So sweet.
Saturday we lunched at La Taqueria which was a mob scene, line stretching back behind the juke box. The ever charming owner who I call “Papi” and who calls me “muneca” was manning the ship, told me skip the line and order directly from him. Guess I’m a Taq VIP. Always delicious, cheap and cheerful and adding to the mix a minstrel started singing and strumming. When we left we ran errands, then home for easy relaxed times.
Sunday J joined us for GF pancake breakfast. After we dropped her at home and took a 3/4 mile walk on Bernal. The day was exquisite after the rain, dappled fluffy clouds above the sparkling view. Moki scampered back and forth, sideways, sniffing, wagging, good times all around. Of course we worked up an appetite, I don’t care how much breakfast I eat I’m hungry in a few hours. All roads led to the Ice Cream Bar in Cole Valley. Here I indulged in my seasonal sugar treat: vegan coconut ice cream with dark chocolate and almond dressed in caramel sauce. Steven got a big old hot fudge Sundae on a silver dish big as an album. We were smiling large. The Ice Cream Bar has to be the happiest place in San Francisco.