Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Moving Abroad...kind of.
Napa is like another world. Really.
Especially when you have lived, like I have, in an authentic, inexpensive ethnic food laden area of the South Bay. The South Bay-an embarrassment of riches: pan chan, taco trucks and halal kababs for miles....that isn't even the begining. I couldn't possibly name it all.
Sigh.
As much as I miss it terribly, I have, however, realized the joy of eating chicken feet, with my hands, after a long day of presenting haute cuisine to the quite well off. Really, you must try it. It is a uniquely satisfying nightcap.
In case you haven't been there, you should know that Napa has a couple of taco trucks and a Chinese restaurant. Upscale CalItal and CalGal applenty, but no kimchee or preserved lemon anywhere. Fortunately, I think I am closer to the Berkeley Bowl and all of its 25 choices of bulk seaweed than I used to be. Phew!
OK, one more thing. Since I am not a journalist, (obviamente,) I fear that I have been less than articulate in my efforts to convert you all to grass finished, grass fed, all grass beef. Thank the NYT for Michael Pollan!
He's got it all explained in a convenient top- selling book: The Omnivore's Dilemma
Especially when you have lived, like I have, in an authentic, inexpensive ethnic food laden area of the South Bay. The South Bay-an embarrassment of riches: pan chan, taco trucks and halal kababs for miles....that isn't even the begining. I couldn't possibly name it all.
Sigh.
As much as I miss it terribly, I have, however, realized the joy of eating chicken feet, with my hands, after a long day of presenting haute cuisine to the quite well off. Really, you must try it. It is a uniquely satisfying nightcap.
In case you haven't been there, you should know that Napa has a couple of taco trucks and a Chinese restaurant. Upscale CalItal and CalGal applenty, but no kimchee or preserved lemon anywhere. Fortunately, I think I am closer to the Berkeley Bowl and all of its 25 choices of bulk seaweed than I used to be. Phew!
OK, one more thing. Since I am not a journalist, (obviamente,) I fear that I have been less than articulate in my efforts to convert you all to grass finished, grass fed, all grass beef. Thank the NYT for Michael Pollan!
He's got it all explained in a convenient top- selling book: The Omnivore's Dilemma
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