Anna is 13, Margi is 43, and Nana is 74. Margi's brother and Nana's son is Grant and his daughter is Anna. Got it? Nana was a cooking teacher and raised Margi and Grant in the kitchen. Anna caught the bug. We are obsessed with food and decided to share with each other what was going on in our kitchens. If you have stumbled across this site, enjoy and follow us. thanks.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I'm alive!
I could write a few paragraphs about why i have been MIA- so tempting to whine- but i will spare you and instead send a huge thank you to Anna for being the motivator of this blog. The last few times I have seen you, Anna, I have felt like Kona when her tail is curled between her back legs.
The prize for most memorable San Francisco meal, since I moved, would have to be Grant's abalone which he risked his life in open water to nourish us. The animal was beautiful, the slicing was an art that the whole family gathered around to witness, and the eating was a taste and texture extravaganza.
The shell was our first and only house warming gift. Thank you.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
At Farmers' Market
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