Stop me if you've heard this one...

I like flowers and I also like food.

Oh, this isn't news to you?

Interesting.

I haven't bought any flowers for my new place, mostly because whenever I think about it I'm on a long walk and I don't want to be walking around mile after mile with a bouquet in my hand. Although, now that I've typed that sentence, I think maybe that should be my deal from now on: wake up on a Saturday morning, buy a fistful of flowers and walk them all over town until all the petals fall off.

Saturday I woke up (rather late, actually) and took myself down to the Ferry Building on an empty stomach. I didn't even drink coffee! Anyway, I didn't want to miss Isa Chandra Moskowitz's cooking demo, and so I didn't. She's one of the authors of Veganomicon, and she's really funny, self-deprecating and awesome. I would be trying to friend her so hard if we lived in the same town. She made a roasted root vegetable curry and sweet potato biscuits and was generally just adorable.

Anyway, next week we're having a potluck at my house, and I'm going to use her lemon bar recipe, IF I can ever find agar flakes in this town. Stay tuned for either bragging or crying, depending on how that goes.

So (this is where a transition sentence belongs, but I don't care and I'm not going to write one!), I'm doubtful that anybody who reads this blog reads many of the blogs I read, so maybe you missed the kerfluffle last week over this viciously righteous & amazing article in the Atlantic (The Moral Crusade Against Foodies) and the counterattack from some guy whose main argument was basically, "yeah well, vegans don't enjoy eating." Au contraire, mon ami. Check out this vegan sloppy joe from B3 on Valencia St. It's made out of black beans and beets and top with carmelized onions, mmmmm.

After I "didn't enjoy" eating that, I hoofed it up to Bernal Heights to enjoy the views (photos coming soon) and also try to work up enough hunger again to justify "not enjoying" a banana split on a freshly made waffle cone at Maggie Mudd. That's right, I'm out here on the west coast, just suffering. Poor me and my scoop of toasted coconut, my second scoop of mexican chocolate, and all that non-dairy whipped cream that kept getting all over my hands. Sigh.
Anyway, on my walk back down toward Noe Valley, I spied this lemon tree. Imagine, if this were my front yard, I'd already be making lemon bars. But it's not my front yard.

Anyway, my roomie's gonna swipe some lemons from her folk's house, so, free lemons anyway!