Yeah it's edible!

The pain associated with my 'hungry years' is nostalgic.

 Since taking up worship at the alter of juice I've got to admit I'm never actually physiologically hungry.

Let's say: notions of learning and adjusting are part of the landscape. If you're not exactly in a position where you can appreciate that type of personal development you get to be later.

Still worshiping juice here, man. 

This is a shot of myself and the staff of Craft and Commerce. I joined them to dish out a pop-up at a local brewery. I think some of the hi-jinx that came later in the night overshadowed the contentment we all seem to be experiencing in the photo. Let me know if we look insincere.

Ahhhhhh, it's time to Relax

I think breathe work is the most effective way of practicing disconnect. Every moment we literally inhale the the experience of living we have next the opportunity to exhale it's equal.

when the chamber's empty!

This is seen first of a physical level. 

The cooling and warming fluctuation of breath is a observation in rhythm that I find ought to permeate  movements and processes on that level.

I need to become more aware of the breathing. 

Also, I love to breath at the beach. There is an abundance of clear and unfiltered aether that is astonishing to witness and it's readily accessible. I feel that any day is a complete triumph with at least one short dip in the Pacific.

Are you really concerned about your baby? Or are you trying to escape it?

Let see....

So I had another post to get back into this habit of recording my thoughts on this blog. I failed to post it, and I recall the subject matter vividly. I'll publish it once i've come to my senses.

On another note:

I spent part of the afternoon with some soon to be 'senior'  high-school students.

Without knowing more about them, I was sort of disappointed. Usually I expect youngsters to blow me away with some dazzling display of their superior vitality, outlook, and disposition as a result of their parent's cash-flow. I didn't catch that buzz with this lot of three, however.

Definitely made me feel better about my generation and those before it.

Pardon elitism. I am glad however that there is such a wide variance in behaviors out there, you'll recall I've not been in contact with a chunk of people in San Diego as a chef/troll chained to a kitchen for the past year.

In either case, on to the food:

 This is a very traditional Pizza Marinara --

It blows me away every time with it's vivid hues. Not only that, there is a huge earthy, salty push in this pie that you simply wont have with any other. The tang of the San Marzano tomato is the perfect shrill sting to relieve the palate of an abiding salty hum.

This pizza has a very uniformly toasted cornicione and ingredient placement, so it is...visually stunning.

I watched someone eat it from a distance and they seemed in a trance, staring into the sunset.

I don't think you could compliment the dough in a more robust manner.

I'm glad i could share this with you. Now to sleep.

There must be something we can talk about.

It's strange that Thanksgiving is a holiday marked by gluttony. Preparations for piling down and the guilt trips that may follow. Although that scenario is different for everyone - i usually work that day out of the year.

Still elated to recall the actual events and (lordy!) the food - I spent Thanksgiving day away from the stoves and home and in the company of pure class. Perfection in generosity, hearth and travel - now I owe this existence so, so much.

Thank you and cheers, Tadaaki, Nancy, + Hachisu household. residents of Kamikawa for not calling the authorities on my accomplice and I as we loitered about for that week. I'll plant a few beets for you over here in San Diego.

Glad they drank my Bordeaux first

Careful With That Axe

A most righteous Indian Winter today. A second here to recognize a favorite around these parts....

This piece is on bananas.
The last say in efficient eating.

Dole > Del Monte
but:

Ripe

Dole > Chiquita ? 

"Awww....Freak Out!!"

Having abandoned conventional breakfast...

With consideration to this unusually hot San Diego Autumn, these have become a staple of my mornings. I refer to the contents of the pictured bowl as 'muesli', however one will note that the O.G. Bircher-Muesli contains grains (typically oats). My version omits oats but includes flax from time to time.

 A little hefty, but I imagine they furnish lots of nutrients and bulk in the form of insoluble, naturally-occurring fiber. This bowl is super-delicious and costs me a few dollars less than the 'acai bowl' on the 101.

To replace milk that one might typically have in a muesli or cereal I run cauliflower cores, corn kernels, carrot ends, apples or pears, whatever really - at times a combination of my leftovers.

--This stuff wakes you up and clears out your skull from the night's sleep. An effect oatmeal and wheat cereal missed - while they obviously activate the digestive tract and stimulate the body in that fashion - those always left me sleeping in classes later in the morning.

Here: I've developed a solid combo of fructose, amino acids, fatty acids, phytonutrients, various vitamins and minerals, (once again) fiber.

Strange fascinations, i guess...

Followed up with a glass of carrot, backyard grass, some sun -- you really can't lose.