Monthly Archives: July 2015
A southbound train struck a person on the tracks at about 4:20 p.m. near the 22nd Street station in San Francisco, Caltrain officials said Friday afternoon.
Emergency personnel are at the scene, according to Caltrain officials. Officials said the person was on the tracks illegally.
The train has about 400 passengers on board and trains in both the southbound and northbound directions are stopped due to the collision, according to Caltrain.
This cookbook has been in the works for decades. As a “latchkey kid” long before the term was popularized, I was preparing meals for myself from age ten or so. I would like to be able to claim that I learned the kitchen basics at my mother’s elbow, but the truth is I found my way reading cookbooks and through trial-and-error.
When I inherited my mother’s and grandmother’s recipes on index cards, I took it upon myself to reconstruct my family’s kitchen legacy which had previously only been preserved in the hearts and memories of our family and friends.
Thus, a fair amount of contemporary thought and planning has gone into this cookbook, and it has been shaped by my own tastes and interests. For example, it has been my goal to put together a practical family cookbook using wine as an important ingredient in a wide variety of menus. I live in the wine country of northern California, where wine is an important influence in the whole culture. I have therefore taken our old family meals and embellished them accordingly.
I have also tended to focus on “comfort foods” which, though some people accuse this use of food as being inherently unhealthy, can be made increasingly beneficial if only the cook will think about how home-grown produce and local ingredients can be integrated and experiment with them. I therefore have included recipes which use those foods and ingredients that are available, not only to us in California, but in the Midwestern, Southern and the Atlantic states.
We are entering an era in which rising transportation costs and food safety concerns will likely change our ways with food. These recipes limit the mandatory use of gourmet, exotic, and hard-to-find ingredients. I have, in fact, organized the book according to the seasons of the year when local ingredients are more likely to be “in season.”
I can recall during college that my dear future wife tried baking homemade wheat bread. Too bad she got confused between baking powder and baking soda; we ended up using the loaves as doorstops. Remember to have a sense of humor in the kitchen – no matter what may happen.
There have been more deaths along the Union Pacific train tracks already in 2015 than there were ‘alleged suicides’ during the twelve months of 2014.
SUGGESTIONS FOR THE SAN FRANCISCO PENINSULA
• Cal-Train / San Mateo Transit Agency / Union Pacific Railroad MUST lead by taking immediate action.
(The only visible thing the train company has done is to post black and white signs with an 800 help number leading to desks in Nebraska!)
• All transit police agencies – including Bay Area Rapid Transit police – need to act professionally and responsibly, as soon as possible.
• City of Menlo Park, City of San Mateo, City of Mountain View, Town of Atherton and other peace officers should get involved in a positive manner.
• The Sheriffs of Santa Clara, San Mateo, and San Francisco counties are elected to serve and protect the people. They MUST require the owners of the railroad properties where dead bodies have been found to follow all applicable laws and urge immediate engineering and administrative improvements!
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Report that terrorists’ plan to destroy by fire and explosion two temporary office buildings and 15 parking enforcement vehicles at the City’s compound on the 500 block of Potrero near Bryant and 10th Streets has been foiled.
Insiders learned of the Moslem project to bring the West Coast down to its knees.
San Francisco towing companies and the Parking Enforcement Unit of the SFPD usually collect thousands of dollars daily. The old term meter maids no longer applies to this group of rude tricycle riders…
More details at 5, 6, and 11.
Hadn’t had a hit all morning
It is true; I haven’t had a hit all day.
St. Mateo, pray for us.
It is a day to be on time in St. Palo.
You’ve probably heard very little about Saint Palo Alto the patron saint of Stanford University. Seems like ol’ Mrs. Leland Stanford moonlighted with her Presbyterian church in Menlo Park.
It may be best to be back among the brethren to living in the present. Remember, don’t space it out. Got the women waiting. Time to reveal all. Please try to be modest, sexy, hot, discrete, and understandable.
9:29 a.m. and all is a little blurred suddenly at this moment.
Good thing that I took a hit before leaving the train depot. Some sort of Sativa lozenge… honey-lemon they call it. Very tasty, fruitful, with a pleasant grassy taste.
The plan is simple. Heal thyself by the grace of God.
Take energy in an efficient way and rechannel that into the plan. Use 10% of brain cells to manage the execution.
Upon arrival at St. Palo we stumbled into the esteemed Opportunity Center for the Homeless. No way to see a counselor, so staff urged me to hangout and wait for something or other to happen; waste time.
Not to be deterred, I rambled out the door toward the ladies’ medical office. Time. OK. On time.
But this living in the past, rather than in thee moment, is mindblowing. Even if my consciousness was not too stoned, maybe I would not be so concerned and perhaps very, very, worried.
7-7 at 0700 hrs
The trip began at 7 a.m. on Ruby Tuesday, July 07, 2015. One public transit bus driver picked two of us up outside of the massive metal, rusty eyesore, and a bunk house for the chronic homeless and dudes in need of emergency temp shelter. And babes, too. No kids, please. No kidding, lose or unload those kids.
Sunrise skies were so brilliantly colored in reds, golden rays, and breathtaking blues. There was divine sunlight revealing to the naked eye how poorly maintained the building and grounds.
Let’s take that back. The elderly duffuss’ trip started about ten minutes earlier when Buck swallowed what looked like a honey-eucalyptus cough drop. Time to level this issue. The candied square had a quantity of THC (you know what that mean?).
It had an affect about ten minutes after the church steeple bells. Buck had a short dizzy spell immediately before the priest asked the entire congregation to ask God to forgive them of their sins; and in Buck’s case strive hard to forgive them for trespassing upon him – a target of misplaced hate, evil, phobias, and failures and other good times in life.
Suffice to say, the guest priest celebrating the semi-high mass (some prayers were sung with melody), reported great news about Pope Francis’ travels this week in Ecuador, Uruguay, and Paraguay, S. A.
About three songs later all/we were blessed and dismissed from church.
Perhaps inspired by the Holy Spirit, the next spot was Rolling Pin Donuts. This High-caloric fine establishment is conveniently located only a half block east of Saint Bruno’s Roman Catholic Church.
There was a line of hungry rats eight deep standing at attention waiting for the cashier getting around to giving some customer service to.
By the time Buckrat made it up to the front of the line, he was babbling, shuttering, or stuttering almost inaudible saying something about raised donuts. He never felt stoned but sure spoke as if Buckeroo had really overdone it on the catnip this morning.
For one thing he picked out two raised dough obscenely sweetened rounds and a jelly filled donut and a round spun roll with raisins and cinnamon between the strands of dough that comes out larger than a bearclaw.
It is OK, It is OK. Buck found his stash in the backpack.
Off to the Cal train station. All of a sudden an urge to turn right toward Arichoke Joe’s Casino overwealmed lucky Buck. If there ever was an untoward, greedy, grubbing, cajoling dude, there was this time to move the direction of his life toward a certain secular rat race.
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