A Temporary Diversion
Sorry folks: Not much food related stuff here.
However, it's not like I've totally been under a rock this last month. Here are some photos from a few special moments in "Kevin's Life", October, Two-Thousand Five.
Bruce and I were in Modesto when we happened to hear of the International Cultural and Food Fair that was going on in whatever that big park is they have. We wouldn't have gone except for the fact one of our favorite bands were playing.
That's right! You guessed it: Those Darn Accordions.
These are some photos I took during the opening day of Fleet Week. Normally, like most normal San Franciscans, I avoid the Fleet Week ceremonies, cover my ears, and curse the skies. However, this year, I gave in and decided to trek to the Golden Gate Bridge to watch the ships roll in. Being a nut, I walked all the way to Marin County and then back. Being even nuttier, I walked from the bridge, through the Marina, through the Tenderloin (where I had some Pho and watched them film the new Will Smith movie), and back to my humble abode near Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park.
These are from a "deconstructed hamburgers and hot dogs" dinner I made for Bruce and our friend Bill, who just returned from Barcelona, via Oklahoma (nice). The "hot dogs" are ostrich sausages from Solvang and the burgers are Elk meat given to us by Karen's really nice neighbor and his wife, both of whom are avid hunters, oops! I mean "sportspersons" (the term "hunter" is politically incorrect in some circles).
Enjoy!
k.
However, it's not like I've totally been under a rock this last month. Here are some photos from a few special moments in "Kevin's Life", October, Two-Thousand Five.
Bruce and I were in Modesto when we happened to hear of the International Cultural and Food Fair that was going on in whatever that big park is they have. We wouldn't have gone except for the fact one of our favorite bands were playing.
That's right! You guessed it: Those Darn Accordions.
These are some photos I took during the opening day of Fleet Week. Normally, like most normal San Franciscans, I avoid the Fleet Week ceremonies, cover my ears, and curse the skies. However, this year, I gave in and decided to trek to the Golden Gate Bridge to watch the ships roll in. Being a nut, I walked all the way to Marin County and then back. Being even nuttier, I walked from the bridge, through the Marina, through the Tenderloin (where I had some Pho and watched them film the new Will Smith movie), and back to my humble abode near Pac Bell/SBC/AT&T Park.
These are from a "deconstructed hamburgers and hot dogs" dinner I made for Bruce and our friend Bill, who just returned from Barcelona, via Oklahoma (nice). The "hot dogs" are ostrich sausages from Solvang and the burgers are Elk meat given to us by Karen's really nice neighbor and his wife, both of whom are avid hunters, oops! I mean "sportspersons" (the term "hunter" is politically incorrect in some circles).
Enjoy!
k.
posted by Dive at 4:49 PM
Hello and welcome. This food blog is based in San Francisco and I'm Kevin, the guy who writes it.
You may know me from my brief, but violent and cracked out, appearance on COPS. Actually, that wasn't me - he didn't even look like me.
I'm more than happy to entertain you, but please don't be so shy. You can comment below or contact me personally at baconprss at yahoo dot com. Oh, and I like to eat sometimes.
1 Comments:
Listen up pal, after perusing your site for some time now, I can see you're spending quite some time in the central valley there. Even more specific Modesto. It's evil man, evil I say. Weren't you the one checking out the taco trucks in Modesto? I've got family out there man, I know what it can do to you. Pretty soon you'll be driving a pickup truck with 50" tires and dressing up to go to Marie Callender's on a Saturday night. You're playing with fire, careful.
Biggles
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