Gluttony (or gula, from the latin for consuming all the tasty things) happens to be my favorite of the Cardinal Sins. Sloth is a close second, I suppose, though I get bored easily, so I don’t succumb to that one as often. When I do, it’s generally immediately following a run in with gluttony.
You probably already figured all of this out from previous blog posts. But I bring it up for a very special reason. EMILY IS VISITING. We’ve discussed Emily before. She is the saucy strumpet who gave me my tart pans. She’s a remarkably talented cook and equally skilled eater. She was also the fellow consumer of the culinary goodness featured in my inaugural blog post, which occurred almost a year ago (wtf!). That indulgent weekend all took place (for those of you uninterested in clicking on the link to that post) in the Bay Area. She’s back for a long weekend SoCal style and we’ve been planning the consumption of edibles and intoxicating libations for weeks.
On the short list for this weekend: Fish taco overload (began last night), rice and beans from the ghetto place under the Coronado Bridge, a homemade bbq festivus on the BGE, a root beer float cake, The Mission (if you’ve been here, you know), some food we’ll be fed at a wedding, and assorted farmers market finds. I might be in a coma in 48 hours but I will be really, really happy about it.