the perfect salad

fresh mixed greens topped with big chunks of gorgeous fresh sweet tomatoes from a friend's mother's garden (thanks, emmett_the_sane!), crumbled gorgonzola, and a simple dressing of good balsamic vinegar, extra-virgin olive oil, and black pepper, mixed in a bowl rubbed ever-so-lightly with garlic. what could be better than this?

the rest of the tomatoes went into a batch of spiced tomato soup, simmering on the stove as i write this. the farmers market still had a crusty sweet baguette for me. heavenly.

earlier, tea with naomi_traveller, in a place with great dim sum and unbelievably bad service where we were cruelly deprived of steamed pork buns. there was some kind of festival in Chinatown today, and we pushed through crowds of middle-aged asian women in pink satin dresses embellished with sequins on our way to the MOMA for the Chagall exhibit. i know nothing about Chagall, and we chose not to do the audio tour, but at some point i must learn the significance of the ever-present chicken, growing larger and more sinister with each passing year.

walking back to the BART i lent my phone to two teenage girls from Modesto, plastered with makeup and sporting matching lip piercings, obviously not enjoying their big trip to the big city anymore and desperate to get in touch with their ride.

my feet are killing me. i'm so glad i bought a stool last year. i meant it for playing guitar, but it works just as well in the kitchen.