rambling

Wow, my yoga class(ha I just accidentally wrote practice first) really worked me last night. I don't know if I can make it to Zuda tonight. Why does it have to be hot yoga? My teacher last night said it's "Baron Baptiste style" power yoga. I have heard this guy name dropped before by personal trainer types. I'm sceptical. Or am I skeptical? how do you spell that?

Tonight there is a possibly interesting wine tasting at 58 degrees. The wines of Lucien Albrecht, a winemaker from Alsace. Better than their usual tastings of like foothills zins or whatever. Also, the SN&R is having a release party at Bows and Arrows where there will be FREE FOOD. From Old Soul.

I got my new Via mag and eagerly tore it a new one last night. There's a weird story about midtown in it. The bad? The phrase cow town is used in the first sentence. People (such as the lady from L Urban Wine Euro Lounge) say things like Sacramento needed to "grow up". I thought I was grown up even before her two bit operation rolled into town! I know, getting quoted can be lame, and sometimes people lead you into saying things that confirm their pre-decided angle. The good: Olivia gets quoted a couple of times. The Waterboy gets a shout out. The weird: out of the six places it mentions to eat, three of them are burger places, and the three they pick are Suzie Burger, Fords, and Willies. None of which would be among the three burger places in Sac I would pick to mention.

Are you ready for some poor photography? Here's a shot of all the prep for the goi cuon I made the other day. It was a lot of prep. I made the daikon and carrot pickles, which I think really need like a day to sit in the vinegar. How do I know? By the next day they had that signature, half rotten, turnipy funky smell. In fact, it was the first thing I smelled in the morning when I opened the fridge. Kinda nauseating in the morning.
Here's the aftermath. Not the most beautiful rolls, but I'm learning!
I spent some quality time at Otos last night, which is more fun for me than going to a movie. I bought a rice steamer, but I'm such a cheapskate I balked at one of the pricey robotic models that do everything except clean your house. I had bad dreams all night about buying a substandard model.

Oh yeah, here's the best thing in the world, no big deal. No, not my chest (which is compressed into a sports bra, btw, it's usually more impressive-yes I did yoga in this shirt) it's a homemade tie dye with an awesome bob marley sketch on the front. Boom!
And here's some greens I randomly picked out, which turned out to be Japanese mustard greens or California peppergrass according to the internet. I didn't know what to do with it, so I steamed it, and it was grassy and good.