Whole Lot of Love
For being a fussy blog, there has been a lot of talk about love recently. There will be plenty of chances to re-balance the scales once I am back home and back into my regular posting routine.
But for the time being, let me take this chance to remind all of you about a few things that get under my skin.
S’mores. Man, do I hate s’mores. You can read the whole diatribe here. And why on Earth would you want to attempt to assemble one of these on the beach? Invariably you will end up biting down on a crunchy grain of sand. I’ll take a simple toasted marshmallow anytime over the nasty assemblage of ingredients in the traditional s’more.
A bad cappuccino can really ruin my day. You can read all about it here. Although recently on my trip I was introduced to a place with espresso drinks so good, it nearly brought a tear to my eye. Seriously. But that sounds like too much love to me.
I hate the review policy of my local paper. You can read my post and the paper’s response to it here. Maybe if the “fine dining” restaurants the paper reviewed in Albany were actually better than the more casual restaurants I would feel differently. But so far, I have not been impressed.
Farmed Atlantic salmon is an abomination. If you don’t know why, here is a summary of thoughts from the New York Times, Seafood Watch, Eating Well, and the Environmental Defense Fund. At the very least, this fish has no place in nice restaurants. Although really I think it should be completely avoided.
Otherwise, I have been a pretty happy camper, although this current exposure to the high standards of Northern California may have some unintended consequences.
We will just have to wait and see.