Sunday, November 19, 2017

market maze

All I was thinking about on our way to Marrakech was the pits of chemicals and shit that Amy fell into (around 17:19) a few years ago. Mainly because that was around when the frands were brought together.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

true neutral

According to the sandwich chart.
My previous state's burger quest has more or less morphed into a taco hunt. Which isn't hard around here. This is just a post in appreciation of the simplicity of really well-cooked meats + onions + cilantro piled on two corn tortillas. Of salsa bars filled with more greens and reds and yellows than the sunset over a grassy hill. All found in the Mission. Mostly after some late night drinking.


Thursday, October 12, 2017

blue city

I couldn't pronounce Chefchaouen, so I kept calling it the "Blue City." The Blue City is the only place I cannot compromise on this trip to Morocco, I said. I want to go to there, I demanded.
When I woke up on that long bus ride from Fez to Chefchaouen, the first thing I saw was the shiny white city tucked into the beige and brown hillside. I was only mildly disappointed that it wasn't just a royal blue blur from afar, but I'm unreasonable and I overestimate the intensity of colors sometimes.

Friday, September 22, 2017

in this satellite city

We all know what it means when the parents are in town. Free food. Free groceries. Free gas. Tourist mode.
I was saving Mister Jiu's for them.
I had read about this soudough scallion pancake somewhere. And I was instantly intrigued.