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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Party Like a Rock Star, Kick a Little Ass

Sunday was the food bloggers' picnic. Quite frankly, it was so fucking rad that I hardly knew what to do with myself. And, of course, the food was good.

Last year, at the first annual food bloggers' picnic, I knew nary a soul but Sam. This year I was on the mother fuckin' planning committee. How do you like them ta-tas?

Biggles kept all us planning folk on the same page by working his heinie off. And Owen graciously opened his home to us, which I thought was especially rocktastic considering what delinquents we are.

In addition to those sexy sluts I've already mentioned, I got to sweat (it was damn hot) with my homie, Shuna, who not only is a bitchin' pastry chef but also has the finest collection of music on her ipod that one ever did see (she had the Humpty Dance for fuck's sake).

Here are some more folks who were there:
  • Pim, who made me smile with her Paris advice accompanied by crispy rice covered in the Thai equivalent of a sloppy joe (and who should send me some Paris tips right now while she is reading this -- hint, hint)
  • Penny, another Thai sista who was sweet as could be
  • Laura, my Paris homegirl (did I mention she has GREAT hair?)
  • Garrett, and Rob, who may just have to tell Sacramento to go fuck itself so they can move down here and play with me.
  • Jen, who should also move down here. Now.
  • Cookiecrumb and crankycrumb, whom I've always loved but the picnic enabled me to force my love on them
  • Tea, who can accompany my cookies anytime
  • Amy, who is currently responsible for the fact that I ate THREE Trader Joe's chocolate caramel tartlet cookies yesterday
  • Amanda, who I now have three dates with. And, by the way, she is the shiznit.
  • Brett, my patron saint when it comes to all things Barcelona, and who made the yummiest crostini. Sadly, wife N stayed home and therefore, I missed her
  • Kim, Wendy and Davina, rad, rad and more rad
  • Sean, who I barely got to see (guess we'll have to have a winter picnic)
  • N S, who I was thrilled to finally meet, and who came to late for me to hang with him much (bastard)
  • Derrick and Melissa, with pate! And have I told them lately that I love them?
  • Alder and Ruth, and all manner of wine between them
  • Mistresses of the internet, Heidi and Elise
  • The Bunrabs, who I didn't even get to hug this year, leaving me sadly unsatisfied -- I loves me my Chubby
There are many, many more and I apologize for leaving anyone off. Conspicuously absent (for very good reasons so I may forgive them for now) were some of my dearest sweet ass bitches.

I brought a fruit salad with ginger syrup and mint. I had planned to bake but ended up occupied on Saturday so the fruit salad was my only contribution. And plates! I brought the plates. Go me.

I had such a good time that after the climax of hanging with all of these people who I love/adore/want-to-make-out-with, I had to go home and take a nap.

I could not be more proud to be a part of the community that holds all of these wonderful, funny, talented, quirky, delicious people.

Now let's start planning next year, my little chalupas!


"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld


Blogger cookiecrumb said...

I'm still waiting for the buzz to go away. What a great day.
(Wait. You were at Picnic No. One, and I didn't meet you then? I must have been cowering in a corner somewhere.)
Can't wait to see you in person again real soon, and yes, you may take your tongue out of our throats now.

8/29/2006 11:06 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Joy, my lovely restaurant whore, anytime you want us to come down and go play in a restaurant or hang out with you and your shibby hubby, let us know. We are so down.

8/29/2006 2:24 PM  
Blogger Tea said...

Ay, we may end up fighting over who gets to adore the whore first!

Lovely chatting with you, my dear. I look forward to the next time (and I'm glad I'm not the only one to fall into the TJ's chocolate caramel trap this week--dangerous!).

8/29/2006 4:43 PM  
Blogger shuna fish lydon said...

It appears you've said yes to more than one of us... time for a throw down or an orgy?

I love love love that you made the sumptuous berry concoction! and how cute was jon's matching outfit, oy vey but you got lucky!

Y'all are some of the best eggs around and don't let no one tell yous different.

8/29/2006 8:34 PM  
Blogger Stephanie V.W. Lucianovic said...

Hey, gorgeous one -- I am truly sorry I didn't get to party with y'all, but my love got home that very day and we had a summer of catching up to do.

Hopefully we'll hang before I make it for points luau-y and you for points National Lampoon. If not, the four of us have a major date at Brick, Delfina, Coco 500, or what you will.

8/29/2006 9:54 PM  
Blogger Jennifer Maiser said...

Reading posts like this makes me bummed I couldn't be there. Hopefully I will see you soon after I return!

8/30/2006 10:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm still giggling over the stories you told about the "Whore Hate Mail." It made my day to meet you & Jon, and I very much look forward to seeing you again.

Can't wait to hear about Paris, Amsterdam, etc. Watch out, world!

8/30/2006 10:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

When is date number one? When do you leave?

8/30/2006 11:37 AM  
Blogger Elise said...

Hi Joy,
Great to finally meet you! All that amazing food and wine, I think I'm just now recovering....

8/31/2006 9:48 AM  
Blogger Guy said...

I didn't pull out of my stupor until yesterday, phew.

Okay, what's next?

8/31/2006 10:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jealous! I need to get into the food blogging business.

Maybe alll the typing would burn off a few calories... Not to get skinny, mind you, but so I could eat more. ;)

8/31/2006 10:45 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It was *so* good to see you and Jon. It had been too long!

9/08/2006 7:32 AM  

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