Sunday, June 30, 2013

Saturday, June 29, 2013


Today is the last day of the Round Robin, where we commit to writing daily for 10-12 minutes. Our prompt today was RAW.

Do you love raw cake batter? This recipe makes the best cake batter you can imagine. It's gluten free, too.


3/4 cup of butter, unsalted
1 cup sugar
1 1/2 cups almond meal/flour
1/2 cup coconut flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1/4 tsp sea salt
4 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1 tsp vanilla

Cream together butter and sugar. Add eggs, one at a time and beat until blended. Add milk and vanilla and mix.

In another bowl combine the flours, salt and baking powder. Beat the dry ingredients into the wet ingredients until creamy. Then start eating the raw batter.

Spread whatever's left into a greased cake pan and bake at 350 degrees for about 30 minutes. Serve with whipped cream, or if you prefer, ice it with Baker's One Bowl Chocolate Frosting. Depending on how much raw batter you eat, the baked cake will provide 1 to 18 slices.
Recipe from Anna's blog.

Friday, June 28, 2013

I Love My Neighborhood

On the way home from Firehouse Pizza:  New  paint!

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Fog Band

This band of fog followed us all around the Coastal Trail.

6:22 p.m.

Night Owl

Monday, June 24, 2013


Everyone knows my love for stickers is way out of proportion for anyone over eight years old. Last time I posted a sticker progress report was almost three months ago. It seems to take forever to get a personal project done these days. But this one will be worth it. Imagine how our rosewood cabinets will look plastered with these babies!

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Still a bit breezy! On the Coastal Trail with Gina.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

6:48 p.m.  A slightly windy walk down the Great Highway. Ten kite surfers!

Monday, June 17, 2013

6:56 p.m.  from the Great Highway

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Huevos Rancheros Vegan Style

That's me and Deborah Underwood chowing down at Herbivore
After Peter introduced me to Deborah's books, I emailed her to ask if she would give me one school visit tip. She gave me ten. And then she told me she lived right across the park!

Finally. I was able to wrangle her into having breakfast with me this morning.

Friday, June 14, 2013


Tom and I decided to switch our Friday and Saturday around this week so we could drive up to Sonoma today. A Breezehouse in Sonoma was open for viewing. Seeing the Breezehouse was fine, but nothing nothing nothing compared to lunch at El Molino.

Sonoma was an oven: 30 degrees hotter there than it is here.

And hotter inside than outside, Kristin!

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Our Pal Sal

She came back! Pat's here for the Apple Developers Conference, so I got to have pizza with Sal yesterday. She knows the city better than I do, and where all the good shoes stores are.

I took a picture I'd been working on to show her and she gave me an incredibly helpful critique. She could tell at a glance which of the two characters in the drawing were the ones nearest and dearest to my heart. She wondered if the line weights should vary; she wondered if the lines should break in places; she wondered if I should let some white show through between the line and fills. She reminded me of what Milton Glaser had said about how the time allotted to a project produces a certain expectation of how refined a design should be.

Then I remembered: "Duh! She recently got her MFA from the Hartford Illustration Program." Why haven't I shoved my pictures under her nose before?

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Monday, June 10, 2013

6:31 p.m.  The sky changed color this evening.  

Sunday, June 09, 2013

Summer weather

Friday, June 07, 2013

My First Mature Poem

If the writing's not always top quality at TIAPOS, the snacks are. One sample from last night.

Prompt: SCUM

A long-legs took up residence in my bath. 
A peaceful daddy name of Greg. 
All day long he’d sit up in the corner by the roof.
At night he’d amble over to the tub, 
Not to rinse his legs off I’m afraid–

But to gather bits of scum up for a snack. 
And then he’d wobble back.
(To you that won’t sound appetizing
But for a spider, not surprising.)
I didn’t want to throw out Greg.
I’d learned my lesson well 
Last time around:
I’d grabbed a daddy by one leg

And hell! It broke right off, 
And then he fell.
Traumatic for us both!
You can argue, “He had 8!”
But losing even one limb can’t be great.
I unrolled some tissue then,
Escorted out the rest of him.

Then this one came along.
He even had a name! I let him stay
Until the day I saw a second spider on the floor. 
Though life with Greg had not been bad
–I know the math does not compute–
Somehow now two spiders 
were too many and not cute.
Tired and overwrought I squashed them both.

My sorrow was profuse.
“I hope you guys come back as someone great!
A mogul and a fashion plate.”
It was no use.
Greg, he wasn’t happy being gone.
His spider soul accosted me at dawn
Hovering near the heater grate: 
“Was it something that I ate?”

Tuesday, June 04, 2013

7:31 p.m.  down jacket, gloves, ear muffs

Monday, June 03, 2013

Saturday, June 01, 2013

Thank you, Anne and Peter

Another celebration complete with ice cream and tamales!  Ice Cream Cone by Anne Herbst

A major treat was a visit to Anne's studio to see an ocean of new gorgeous work.
Peter unleashes a masterful rendition of Happy Birthday.