Good morning, world

Spending 12 hours of my day in an airport/airplane is not exactly my idea of fun... Neither is watching the sky brighten as the sun rises.

Hi from SJC, where my flight to Phoenix (and getting a connecting flight to Pittsburgh) doesn't leave for another hour and a half.

Yay for free wifi.

Boo for the Starbucks scone that leaves a slick coating in my mouth of whatever kind of fat they use in it. Gross.

I wasn't as diligent about posting yum Thanksgiving recipes as I thought I would be... Not to fear, much to come about actual baking and cooking in the upcoming week.

Yesterday, I drove up to SF to spend time with my bros. Actually. Yoga (vinyasa flow) with my adopted bro in the morning and brunch at Bar Tartine with the biological bro (and adopted bro).

Walnut french toast... marscapone, pears, and candied walnuts. Mmm. Drizzled with maple syrup.

Timbo's hog jowl tartine. The rustic bread soaked up the fats from the jowl, turning it into fatty, soggy perfection. Fatty? Soggy? Don't sound like good descriptors... oh. But they are. I'm not much a fan of radicchio, but it added nice color and texture. Roasted baby potatoes with rosemary on the side.

And for dessert, a seasonal rice pudding. It tasted like Williams-Sonoma smells during the holiday season: like mulling spices and yum. Persimmon and pomegranates on top, with a "fall" compote beneath it (essentially cinnamon + nutmeg + stewed apple and pear--not sure about the fruits, but they were mmmmgood.)

By the time I got home that afternoon, it was about 3:30, and I was ready to start my day. I took a nap.

OK, caffeination time. I need to wake up and cheer up.

I had typed the above, but going back and talking about my day yesterday made me infinitely happier. It's also a lot brighter than when I initially began to type this post out.