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Recently, Randomly*

A beautiful Victorian…


Our view of Bernal Hill…


Xanthie’s roasted chicken…


New lamp from Lynn…




Ballpark cheesesteak…


Absinthe in the afternoon…


Rosemary salt…


New curtains…


A mint julep for derby day…


B & Not B show…


CD Mixtape by Justin…


My roasted chicken…


Sutro Tower…


Spring in the city…






*a la naive. i must give credit where credit is due.

Featured in Romantic Homes Magazine

It pleases me immensely to share with you the May 2012  issue of Romantic Homes magazine, which features my photography and Lynn’s tips for entertaining house guests

It’s incredibly satisfying to see your name published and in print! The article is even more beautiful than I expected, and the photos are gorgeously showcased. I can’t thank Lynn Goldfinger and Jacqueline deMontravel enough for the opportunity.

Doesn’t Lynn have lucky house guests? And, doesn’t that bed look cozy?

Slow Food San Francisco, Golden Glass Event

Slow Food San Francisco put on a fantastic event last weekend to launch Slow Wine and celebrate the wines and foods of Italy. If you weren’t there, I’m sorry. But here’s a taste of what what you missed…




Highlights from the 2011 Worlds of Flavor Conference

This year’s theme was World Casual. And there were some amazing foods, and incredible chefs on hand–doing what they do best.

Here are some shots from Friday’s Food Stall Grazing & Global “Grab ‘n Go” Lunch…


Stay tuned for more highlights from the conference, to be posted over the next week.

Have a delicious weekend, everyone!


#517: Croque Josephine

Just me, the Sunday NYTimes, a glass of Preston Petit Syrah, and this beauty…

Yes, that is a beautifully poached egg with fresh chive and olive oil on top of a ham and emmenthal brioche bread pudding.

It’s from the hidden gem of a cafe/wine bar, Noeteca. And it’s just two blocks from my apartment on Dolores at Valley.

Sorry, Mission Beach Cafe, but this might be my new favorite brunch item.

le Diner San Francisco

Or, as I like to call it, Dinner en Blanc.

Somehow, I was able to wrangle up an invite to the inaugural White Dinner in San Francisco, based on the famous one that takes place in Paris every year.

I could only bring four guests, per the rules. So I was joined by Jonathan, Xanthie and Andy.

Throughout the week, and up to it, we all speculated where our dinner might be held. My thought was in front of City Hall. A grand monument? Check. A public place in which to cause a bit of a spectacle? Check. Picturesque? Check. Enough space for 1000s of white-clad guests convening for a civilized elegant dinner, then departing as mysteriously as they appeared leaving no trace? Check.

But I was wrong with my guess.

At about 4:00pm the evening of the event, the location was finally disclosed. So we packed up our gear and headed over to the beautiful old bandstand in Golden Gate park between the de Young Museum and the Academy of Science.

We brought our own chairs, tablecloth, food, cutlery, dishes, glassware, table decor and dressed appropriately–everything all in white.  As we walked from the car to the scene of our dinner, we wondered how big the affair would be…300 hundred people? 1000 people? No one I talked to around the city, apart from my guests, had heard of it.

Apparently some people had heard of it. In fact, 3400 of them did.

Perhaps the greatest stroke of luck of all that night was the cooperative weather. It was an unusual, lovely balmy night in San Francisco. Eating outside, and being in Golden Gate Park after dark–let alone doing both at the same time–is not often the most favorable choice in a city where fog is a cliché.

Finally, at 7:00, the start of dinner was signalled by the ceremonial napkin wave.

Xanthie made an incredible Tomato Tarte Tatin. Which we enjoyed immensely along with an array of charcuterie and fromage, heirloom tomatoes, quiche, salad, pâté with baguette and of course the obligatory bottles of Crement Rose. Jon brought a special treat–a bottle of Weingut Knebel Riesling, which we shared with our table-mates.

All in all, it was a lovely affair. And I enjoyed myself more than I thought I would. Some people really took their table seriously and set up grand floral centerpieces with lovely silver and china. Others, smartly, had strands of white christmas lights strung about, giving their tables a warm cozy glow. Everyone seemed to bring a smile and a sense of sweet conviviality to the night.  So we wandered around, bare-armed and bubbly in hand, relishing the spectacle and glad to be a part of it.




#515: Lemon Meringue