Rediscovery of the Root Beer Float

I feel so happy. Best Weekend Evar, and not just because it was four days long! (I think I call every weekend my Best Weekend Evar. But I'll take that as a good thing.)

After picking up this book for myself when I was uh, buying Georgina a birthday present, I got all inspired to try a new fruit or vegetable every week. So I started things off this Saturday with a walk to the farmer's market. Ended up getting a pile of fava beans. (I only had a dollar, having spent $1.70 already on a Lion bar at the British foods store downtown, which was pretty good. My favorite part: the icon on the wrapper that normally shows a person throwing the wrapper into the trash had a mini lion throwing the wrapper into the trash instead. Growr! No littering!) Cooking fava beans is supar simple: throw into boiling water with some salt for 30 seconds. Remove. Peel. I made a yummy bulger, green onion, and garlic pilaf topped with fava beans. Fava beans!

Then I flew away to San Diego.

Visiting Kevin was awesome bo bawesome. I'm going to tell you about how we watched Wedding Crashers. Twice. Ate Papa John's pizza, which has crazy delicious crust. Drank three Midori Sours that were not too green and not too sweet. I'm going to tell you about how I totally beat him two and a half times at Literati. (I'm not going to tell you about how he totally beat me twice.) Kevin also found out about this blog, which brings my readership to about, um, two people.

After getting picked up from the airport, we went and had dinner at Chopstix, where I splattered noodle broth all over my jacket. Later, when I noticed the stain, Kevin was like "oh yeah, I saw that." Wutta pal. It was tasty through, so I'll take it.

On Sunday, after a solid pancake brefass, we headed to Coronado Beach. Saw license plates from New Mexico, Nevada, Arizona, Texas, Missouri, and more, all along one curb. We ended up having to park way out in the boonies, but it was ok. While walking back to the beach, I got to play with a cute dog through a two-inch crack of window. Until her owner walked up, and I slunk away. We also saw a bunch of people riding along in covered bike-cart type things, the kind with a steering wheel and a couple rows of seats, with maybe space for four to six people to pedal. So we get passed by a pair of couples, a family, some teens, and it's like, well that looks fun. Then this family of asians rolls by, seriously like a dozen people, all piled into this thing, looking totally stuffed and top heavy, creaking forward by the power of six uncoordinated pairs of legs pedaling. Oh mans. There go the azns, showing 'em all how it's done. Getting the most bang for the rental buck. There must have been representation from three generations, like, baby to Grandma, on that thing. You go, my people.

Once on the beach, we met up with Leven and threw around a frisbee for a while. Leven has quite the frisbee arm. He was throwing into the wind, straight no less. And Kevin's forearms totally have the welts to prove it. Once again, it is confirmed that I am the Worst Frisbee Player Evar.

Monday was work/study day. Well, I didn't really work, and I have a feeling Kevin didn't really study. We did play many a round of Literati though, and I busted out such gems as "turbit," "zek," and "ceres." Kevin busted out such gems as "spices" and "spices."

Today we went to the UCSD campus. They have wild rabbits running around! I'll post a picture later. We also tried driving by Kashi headquarters, which is allegedly in La Jolla. Google Maps let me down for the first time, and dumped us out on the side of a chi chi residential hill. Which ended up having a very nice view. Soledad Natural Park was really close, and had lovely panoramic views of the city, along with a small veterans' memorial. Using a map from Kevin's car, we found our way over to the address Google listed for "Kashi Co.," only to find a questionable business park labeled with some other company name. Honestly, I was quite let down at the double bust, but it's ok, we'll have some hot make-up searches later.

After returning to his place to quickly pack up, I tried a root beer float. Which is frickin' delicious. I don't think I've ever had one before. When I was a kid, I didn't like any dark sodas. At a birthday party, I remember a parent made a 7-Up float for me, which was so yucky. By association, I assumed a root beer float would be gross too, since I didn't like root beer. But this wasn't yucky at all. It tasted like vanilla ice cream and root beer foam and all-around deliciousness. I'm a bit chagrined, because this development kind of doesn't jive with my whole "no soda" bit. But it's too delicious. I think I'm going to go buy some vanilla ice cream and root beer tomorrow. Nnmph.

I'm back home now. And I have to work tomorrow.

My sleep schedule is totally screwed up but it is so worth it.