Friday, December 5, 2008

A Visit with Camilla

Two weekends ago we visited my dear friend Camilla. She was my roommate when I was 16 years old. So we have known each other a very long time! She flew in from the Big Apple to hang with her Bay Area family.

One of the many reasons Camilla is awesome is because when I told her I wanted our baby's decorations to have an owl theme, she totally remembered. And so, like, MONTHS later, she sent us this:


And this:


To go with this print, which of course I bought on Etsy:


It was so great to see Camilla's family. I saw her sisters Paloma and Celia (whom I have not seen in years) and her grandparents. Here is the fam:


And of course no evening with Camilla and family would be complete without some fun and games. When I play board games with the Lopez clan, I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.

A few years ago, I joined the family for a rousing game of Scattergories. It was pure ridiculousness. When we got the letter "K" and the category "Terms of Endearment", Celia wrote down the endearing term "Killer" and then tried to convince us that it could actually be considered a term of endearment when accompanied by a sexy little wink. I didn't do much better, with "Kelly, I love you." Who is Kelly? Who knows! But her name starts with a K! When we got the letter "M" and the category "Hobbies", Celia's ex-husband wrote down a word related to self pleasure. We still erupt in giggles remembering this very legitimate hobby of his.

We played a few hilarious rounds of Taboo. Which were complicated by playing with Camilla's grandma, who was super confused by the rules. Here is how it went:

Grandma picks up card. Taboo word is "Butcher".
Grandma is not allowed to say "meat", "grocery", etc.
Grandma (to Camilla's cousin, Sierra): This is somewhere you go when you want something REALLY, REALLY, SPECIAL.
Sierra: Uhhhh....
Grandma flashes a megawatt smile and nods encouragingly.
Sierra: Um, can you be more specific?

Here, Paloma buzzes Camilla during Taboo:


During this visit, Kris attempted to demonstrate how to "walk it out". He thinks he can do it better than I can:


But this is how you really do it:


Then Grandma demonstrated how it's really done. According to her, it's called "The Camel". And it looks surprisingly like a moonwalk.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

A Tale of Two Foie Gras & Other Stories

My favorite food in the entire world, hands down, is the non-politically correct foie gras. I still remember the first time I had it...at my mom's 50th birthday party. It was seared and layered between delicate pasta squares. To die for.

Our first Valentine's Day together, Kris bought me an actual foie gras...the entire duck liver. It was huge and arrived frozen in a box. Nothing could have been more romantic. We spent Valentine's Day with my parents, de-veining the liver, soaking it in a brine, and pan-searing slices to eat in a salad with raspberry vinaigrette and to layer decadently over filet mignon.

On November 21, I turned 28. And so we commenced celebrating. The night before, Rupa brought a tin of foie gras that she bought while living in Paris during the summer. It came with its very own foie gras slicer, and fig jam to spread on an epi loaf.


It was buttery, satiny, and sensuous. Not unlike Rupa herself:


For dessert, Rupa brought a beautiful, dense, dark chocolate cake from the Prolific Oven. YUM.


On Monday, we returned from L.A. to find a package waiting for us at our door. What could it be? Ooh la la! It was more foie gras, from sweet Gayle! Rupa, are you up for sharing another round of fatty goodness?

The next morning (my actual birthday), I got a text at 5 a.m. (yes, 5 a.m.). Marsha decided it was the perfect time to drop off a birthday cake outside our front door! When I opened the door I felt like I was smacked in the face with a waft of chocolatey goodness. The cake was the. best. cake. I. have. ever. eaten. IN MY LIFE. Every time you think you understand how good Marsha's baking is, she takes it to a new level...and leaves you wanting (hurting for) more.

That night, we went to Monica and Rishi's new house that they recently bought near Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. It was glorious! Gleaming hardwood floors, crown moldings, and a gourmet kitchen. It was clear that the living room was all Roshan's.

We headed off with Eugine to PPQ Dungeness Island, my new favorite Vietnamese restaurant! We ordered some tasty imperial rolls, some fantastic charbroiled pork skewers (to wrap in lettuce and top with vermicelli, mint, bean sprouts, fried garlic, shallots, and my favorite fish sauce, nuoc mam), sizzling beef, garlic noodles, and braised string beans. My favorite cuisine in the whole world!


Our night was fantastic. Having more of Marsha's cake made it perfect.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Love Letter from Back at the Ranch

Hi Sweetheart,

Yesterday we came back to our very own home. I love re-inhabiting our own space and nestling in with you. Thank you for driving when you did, and for scrunching into the back seat with our baby.

And thank you for warning me against ordering the Bacon & Cheddar Potato Wedges at Jack in the Box. I totally should have listened to you and trust me, I paid the price. My stomach hasn't hurt this badly since...I was in labor.

And thank you for waking up with our baby this morning. You spoil me.

Today when you were at work, I thought about you a lot. You looked so nice when you were leaving, I hoped you would say you didn't have to go in anymore. And then stay in bed and cuddle and kiss me all day long. I couldn't wait for you to get home! You are my sunshine and my days are never as happy without you as they are when I'm with you. I wish you could've seen how cute our baby was when I took her on a walk. Lots of gurgling, sighing, and huge grins.

And how happy I was when you came in the door! And you saved me half of your perfect sandwich from Gregoire. That is pure love.

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Monday, December 1, 2008

Speed & Astronaut Love Triangles

Whew. Today we drove back from L.A. after a week-long Thanksgiving "break". (Yes, "break" deserves quotes).

Poor Saya was so awesome. She slept almost the entire way, with minimal fussing...thanks to our Honda's perpetual motion! Whenever we drive, I can't help but feel like Sandra Bullock in Speed. We have to keep the car going at least 50 mph or Saya wakes up and bursts like a bomb...into tears! It's enough to make me semi-seriously consider wearing adult diapers to reduce pit stops along the way. Like that crazy woman did when she was in that astronaut love triangle and was trying to kill her astronaut lover's other woman (who was also...an astronaut)!


Were you as obsessed with that story as I was? Is it just me, or is there basically nothing in the universe as fascinating-sounding as an astronaut love triangle...especially when it involves adult diapers?

Unfortunately, the story itself was kind of disappointing. Besides the adult diaper situation, there were basically no other salacious details or interesting facts. Hearing that someone was actually willing to wear adult diapers on a cross-country hunt of her astronaut lover's astronaut lover made me wonder many things. I still have many unanswered questions, including:
  1. What crazy things happened in their relationship to make Adult Diaper Woman go so crazy?
  2. Was the dude an astronaut playa, or just an innocent bystander who got a little too close to Loca?
  3. Did the galaxies/astronautics/space play any role in the formation of their relationships?
I think about #3 the most. I like to think there was a cool Trekkie-esque back story to everything that happened. Why fault the media for failing to uncover interesting relationship tidbits, when you can manufacture them yourself?

MY version of the astronaut love triangle involves the passionate ripping-off of oxygen masks in space before a make-out session (Adult Diaper Woman dramatically cries "Don't! You'll suffocate to death!" while Astronaut Playa Dude cries "I don't care - I can't help it!"). It also involves the invocation of cheesy astronaut references...as frequently as possible:

Astronaut Playa Dude: "Darling, you look celestial tonight...like a star! I love you more than the universe. My sleep-pod or yours?"
Adult Diaper Woman: "Are you Sirius?"

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