Baleen turned to me at 5.48 on Saturday morning, wide awake yet again long before the sun, and said, I don't have to work. I know, I said, it's Saturday. No, she said, I don't have to work until August. She even disabled her iPhone's access to work emails. Hello, maternity leave.
We celebrated in the traditional manner, with three days of feasting and friends, and should have invited along Mark Bittman for how often he appeared. Friday night started with marinated flank steak cooked on our backyard man grill (by this man), some brussel sprouts from an American who spent a year in Paris, cupcakes from Baleen's co-worker, and a beer (for this man) by some 'Radians who long for flat and damp Belgium.
In between, there were breakfasts from Tartine and bacon and eggs on Arizmendi English muffins, lunch at Mission Chinese and a dinner visit to the New York Times' #5 go-to destination for 2011, Oakland (yes, Oakland), for some of the best beets we've ever had at Plum, boudin noir style, which is what you feel comfortable saying when you're dining with the Gaudets, in town from Boston. Sunday night, as Baleen planned how her Monday would start (without an alarm, in fact, without the iPhone near her at all as we slept in fkaBaxter's room out of excitement), we finished it all up with Mark Bittman's steak salad.
We celebrated in the traditional manner, with three days of feasting and friends, and should have invited along Mark Bittman for how often he appeared. Friday night started with marinated flank steak cooked on our backyard man grill (by this man), some brussel sprouts from an American who spent a year in Paris, cupcakes from Baleen's co-worker, and a beer (for this man) by some 'Radians who long for flat and damp Belgium.
In between, there were breakfasts from Tartine and bacon and eggs on Arizmendi English muffins, lunch at Mission Chinese and a dinner visit to the New York Times' #5 go-to destination for 2011, Oakland (yes, Oakland), for some of the best beets we've ever had at Plum, boudin noir style, which is what you feel comfortable saying when you're dining with the Gaudets, in town from Boston. Sunday night, as Baleen planned how her Monday would start (without an alarm, in fact, without the iPhone near her at all as we slept in fkaBaxter's room out of excitement), we finished it all up with Mark Bittman's steak salad.
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