Or more specifically, I ate without doing any of the following at the same time:
Instead I just sat and ate.
This was the first time I could remember doing this. Just eating. I’m the sort of person who, even when I’m dizzy from hunger, would deliberately postpone eating the food in front of me, just so I could find something to read while eating.
I happened to have brought out with me my favorite salad from a local restaurant — ok, it sounds pretty decadent: butter lettuce, cherry tomatoes, avocado, macadamia nuts, mango citrus vinaigrette, and “coriander-crusted seared ahi tuna.” (It also helped that it was 70 degrees, without a cloud in the sky, in San Francisco in the middle of January.)
So I sat and ate. I noticed the different crunches that the lettuce and the macadamia nuts made, the way the cherry tomatoes would burst, the sudden sliver of sweetness from the sliced mango and how it contrasted with the tuna. I just sat and ate and thought of nothing in particular.
Look, I love eating this salad regardless of the circumstances. But today, I’d be damned if it wasn’t the best fucking salad I’d ever had.
An invitation to be in the moment
This morning we decided on a spontaneous trip to Baker Beach with our two-year-old son.
Our city by the bay is done with Summer. That summertime fog that we wake up to is no more.
Homeward bound after a month in the USA
One day-One Hour- One Minute- It will happen. It is inevitable. Except it already has.
Top 10 Things To Do In San Francisco
If you live in San Francisco, you know to avoid Eddy and Leavenworth Street... *stab*
Wrote this the day after the attacks in Paris but was reminded of it this morning when I read the news about the bombing in Turkey
In Search of Color