Ruby AEB Vanderzee
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Eating my way around the USA
Former LeapFrog Colleague Lunch, SF
Mirsada's Too Much Parsley Goodness, The Tenderloin, San Francisco
Liney's First Papusa, The Mission, San Francisco
Erich's Blueberry Birthday, Mt. Horeb, Wisconsin
The Best Enchilladas Ever, Green Chilis and Spicy Ground Pork, Thank you, David and Jordan, Santa Fe, New Mexico
Grandma's Picnic Table, Sunset Grover Beach, Homemade soup, jello salad and pork tenderloin, Central Coast of California
Tartine, Patisserie Extra Ordinaire, $60 Breakfast, San Francisco
Kosher Chinese, Chinatown, SF
Enough Said
Grand Central Market, in the old hood, Downtown Los Angeles
Best Cappuccino EVER, Cafe Henri, Long Island City, Brooklyn, NY
Thursdays with Daphne
Look at this sweet little being of light! Proud to say my sister made her. This might be as close as I get to my own...From April to August I've had the great joy of following this tiny person around the town of Mt. Horeb, Wisconsin. Walks to discover dogs and birds and flowers, mostly, a few of her favorite monosyllabic repetoire. She is a peaceful, watchful wonder bug.
The Ghosts of Leadville, Colorado
Drove the back roads, the 17, the 24, up from 7500 ft. elevation to 10,200 to the historic and haunted Leadville. The center of the Silver Boom of 1880 and a setting for my father and my book 'Passing', this was a long awaited trip for me. My former Marin County roommate Julie drove up from Denver to meet me for a weekend of research and discovery. We stayed at the Delaware Hotel on Harrison Ave, built 1886. We went to the Baby Doe Reading Room at the Library, clad in red velvet. We found a book with description of 'Stillborn Alley', the appalling tell-all of where the prostitutes ubiquitous with the times through their miscarriages and unwanted babes. The cribs still line the back side of what was 3rd Street. The dirt still mingled with blood, semen and tears. Julie and I were spooked, 1000%. We had the good fortune of being able to take in a silent movie at the Tabor Opera house on Sunday after a horseback ride through the mountains. The pieces of my grandmothers stories are not any clearer, but the setting is.