It’s been nice hearing from all of you, good friends, from Berkeley, in the past few days, especially after getting an official notice telling me my email account was being closed. Is that some desperate attempt at cost-cutting on the part of the university?
I have such good memories of Berkeley, and these memories tend to focus on food and walks.
Running down the hill this morning made me think about another regular route I used to take all the way down a steep hill, and then back up. Not the one to campus, no. The one to the Cheese Board and to Peets. Especially during Jack’s first year, I had the need to walk a lot. Sometimes I’d walk with Bea and our boys in the strollers all the way down the streets and paths to Solano Ave., to Thousand Oaks School, where they had a tot playground with lots of castoff Little Tikes toys. Most days I’d walk by myself, with Jack strapped in the Ergo on my back, down Euclid, the Vine Lane path, and Vine, to Peets for a latte and across Shattuck Ave. for a corn cherry scone: the yummiest, most comfort-foody cornmeal drop scone full of dried slightly sour bing cherries. No other scone has ever measured up.
The Roving Locavore 