After working for the Pacific-Union Club for a year and a half, I was presented with two exciting opportunities that I could not turn down. When I gave my old job
notice of my departure, I immediately created a bucket list for the two weeks
of freedom I would have before starting my new endeavors. As you can imagine, they were mostly food-centric adventures, although I did
include some physical activities to offset my indulgences.
I roamed across San Francisco: sipping, eating, hiking, and eating. I got to know this amazing city in a new, more intimate way. I explored quaint and undiscovered neighborhoods, climbed the steepest of hills, people-watched in various parks, tried yoga for the first time and learned how to escape the city without ever leaving its borders.
I spent a majority of this time alone, as most of my friends were working, but it was rare that I ever felt alone. While sitting in the park eating a killer turkey sandwich, I was greeted by a neighboring park-goer who was also reading Food and Wine Magazine; while on a hike in a distant corner of the city, I was asked where I had purchased my perfectly juicy cherries; and within the cozy confines of an Outer Sunset restaurant, I became a resident expert when another customer asked me what I would recommend to a first-time diner.
While the message was nothing new, it rang ever clearer in my days of funemployment-- food brings people together. It spans language barriers and age gaps; it solidifies traditions and bonds families throughout generations; it creates conversation and often heated debate, and at times, earns reverent silence.
The subject of this blog is food and all the conversations that surround it.
Bon appétit!

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