All's quiet on the western front

Blah. Blah blah blah blah blah. That's about all I have to say about food these days. I've had a cold most of the week, which means my taste buds have deserted me. I even sat through what I'm sure was a delicious three-course working lunch at a cute little French bistro without being able to taste a thing. (sniff sniff)

Dinners have been equally unexciting -- last night I made myself scrambled eggs after drinks with the work crew. Tonight, however, should provide some fodder for the ole blog in the form of dinner at Quince. I am already salivating over the thought of their ethereal pastas.

The last few weeks have been full of work, including several chef interviews. Joel Huff -- a cutie patootie. Sean O'Brien -- the nicest, most down to Earth chef in San Francisco.

I did luck upon the best cupcake ever ever ever just the other day (chocolate souffle cake with coffee icing from someone I bet you've never heard of!). As soon as I meet with the woman behind the magic, I'll tell you where to find one of your very own.

If I can manage to take some shots at the summer market Saturday, I'll post some eye candy. I know there hasn't been much of that lately.

Comments

[Doug]

there's a condition called anosmia where you never recover your sense of smell - imagine how terrible that would be!

hope you're feeling better now and more inspired :)