After 14 years of doing yoga, with a three year hiatus for birthing and nursing babies, I decided it was time to take a little break.  Yoga classes in my neighborhood are an hour and a half – 15 minutes longer than classes at my studio in Seattle.  For some reason, that extra 15 minutes sent me over the edge.  I’ve been taking these barre type classes at the Dailey Method and they kick.my.butt.  Like legs shaking during and can hardly walk after.  Ouch.

I did a post about my hair.  That is the most I have talked about my hair ever.  If you have curly hair, it’s worth a read.

Smoky brownies from the new Baked cookbook.  Lots of cinnamon and a full tablespoon of ancho chile powder.  They were great.

I took BART into San Francisco for a day.  I can’t believe I live so close to such an amazing city.

I almost bought these shoes.  They look weirder in the photo than they did in person.  Still just a bit too weird for me.

One of my most favorite things I have made recently.  Fresh corn polenta with sautéed mushrooms and a tomato corn broth.  I know I’m behind with my promised recipes but this one will be posted this week for sure.

Advice we all could use from Spencer’s kindergarten classroom.

My parents came to visit.  They taught the boys how to play checkers and Old Maid.

We took them into the city for dinner.  How do you choose a restaurant in San Francisco?  I decided to go with a classic and we had a very disappointing meal.  Total bummer.

Apple pie filling.

Apple pie.  I made dinner for my parents on the last night they were here.  I made a great Thai green curry dish with eggplant, mushrooms, and delicata squash.  I also made a salad with roasted portabello mushrooms and asparagus with a ginger vinaigrette.  Everything was delicious and we all ate so much that no one had room for pie.  Except the boys.

I now live on a street where the neighbors gather on nice weekend nights and drink wine while the kids play.  They order pizza or sushi and pull out the fire pit to make s’mores.  We lived on our street in Seattle for 5½ years and I only knew the people right next door to us.  I’m pretty excited about this street.

It’s not the Marais in Paris, but there is some very good felafel and hummus in Oakland.

Sunset.