FIGS

Oakland is full of fig trees. There are at least 3 neighbors on our little street that I know of who have fig trees, old fig trees, with big fat figs that the squirrels feast on for weeks and weeks. The red squirrels in Oakland are fat and happy.

There was a  recipe, which I will post tomorrow, for fig bars, that Geri made last night that are out of sight. When they came out of the oven I had two pieces.  Geri's sister Victoria kept saying let it cool, it'll taste better. Sorry, let is cool yes, 10 minutes, and then I'm digging in. Geri is a great baker, and Vicky has won awards when she worked in the bakery in Sabastapol. She was also a pastry cook at Firefly in S.F., not to mention  Folie Douce in Arcata. No small accolades by any means.

I've been riding my bike everyday now, and it feels great. I'm shifting less into lower gears, which means I'm using more of my muscles, and I'm climbing some hills that I didn't climb before. In fact, I'm looking at hills that before I would say, "No way will I make it up that." Now I look at them and say "I might be able to make it up that hill", or, I'll be able to make it up that hill before too long.

I'm never going to be  speed racer or  marathon man, but it sure is fun riding again.

Tomorrow fig bar recipe.

That's it for today.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War

Food consumption:

Breakfast; 2 small fig bars, 1 handful of salted cashew, 2 cups black coffee, 1 sugar

Lunch; small bowl of pasta, chicken thigh meat, sauteed zucchini.

Dinner; quesadilla souza carne asada, whole beans, rice, salsa

Exercise; 6.5 miles walking/hiking, 1.5 hrs. cycling