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Ferrarese’s deli, Oakdale

Friday, August 10th, 2007

Road Food, originally uploaded by stacey.mclean.

so good.

I’m also a sucker for weathered-redwood clad buildings. Ye Ole Tyme, etc.

And Stacey and I were just cruising the 120 strip in Oakdale talking about how I’d be happy for a Wendy’s ($.99 salad, $.99 potato, $.99 chipped cow). Nooooooo. Ferrarese’s to the resuce.

Catch of the Day

Friday, July 20th, 2007

Sausalito Driftwood, originally uploaded by andrewyang.

note: the beard no longer lives. There was much rejoicing

Fuzzy lap warmers

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

Hell yes.

feline privacy

(via torrez)

Almost 6 months later

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007

Feb 19th will be 6months from our wedding… which makes it a 6 month anniversary? If such a thing exitsts. Happy 6 months McLean! I’ve never been happier.
My latest indulgence has been granola; filed under: “rolling your own”.

From: Mark Bittman (the Minimalist), I humbly present: Granola

Recipe: Crunchy Granola

Time: 40 minutes

6 cups rolled oats (not quick-cooking or instant)
2 cups mixed nuts and seeds: sunflower seeds, sesame seeds, chopped walnuts, pecans, almonds or cashews.
1 cup dried unsweetened shredded coconut, optional
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon, or to taste
Dash salt
½ to 1 cup honey or maple syrup, or to taste
1 cup raisins or chopped dried fruit, optional.

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In a bowl, combine oats, nuts and seeds, coconut, cinnamon, salt and sweetener. Place on a sheet pan and put in oven. Bake for 30 minutes or a little longer, stirring occasionally. Mixture should brown evenly; the browner it gets without burning, the crunchier the granola will be.

2. Remove pan from oven and add raisins or dried fruit. Cool on a rack, stirring once in a while until granola reaches room temperature. Transfer to a sealed container and store in refrigerator; it will keep indefinitely.

macro granola

I LOVE flip-flops

Sunday, June 25th, 2006

It’s just that time of the year when you can work from home, not change clothes, and wear flip-flops all day.


I was having a work anxiety brainstorm about what to write for a weekly newsletter to the authors, when Stacey reminded me that I have lots of stories to share…  Like the uncritical attachment to a maroon Dior robe that I had at the tender age of 23 when Stacey met me.

I used to parade around the house in that thing (it was velour!); but finally I was convinced that the arms were too short because it was a women’s robe…  Wonder if anyone picked that up at a former yard sale?

Lupines! I want lupines!

Friday, March 31st, 2006

You think that this exclamation is coming from the mouth of a bride, right? Wrong.  Schreib-zilla strikes!  Cheryl and I have been working on the whole floral thing… what kind of greenery goes where and in what kind of vessel thing. The whole thing is overwhelming in a Martha Stewart sort of, “your bouquet should be a towering pile of out-of-season near-extinct orchids peppered with chinchillas and tied with ribbon from a Renaissance tapestry found at a special flea market for $2 before they were popular” way.

So I asked the ever-reasonable Schreibs to weigh in on flowers…and um…you see the resulting diva-esque quote.  “But Schreiber, lupines aren’t even available in the floral trade, they don’t make good cut flowers, they wither.”

“I want lupines.”

“Weeds tied with a bow it is”

Tubbin’ with the ‘rents

Thursday, March 30th, 2006

Cheryl, (MC Lean’s spectacularly humorous mother) wrote us the other day that she would like to host a hot tub party in the hot tub adjacent to the Schreiber’s room at the Wild Horse Inn. Maybe it was my state of fatigue or distraction while reading her message, but I honestly thought she might be serious… for a minute or two… and images danced in my head of our equally zany sets of parents stewing, all beet-red in a hot tub at our wedding.

The result of this image was a two-day amnesia which was broken by a message on voice mail from Cheryl, “I hadn’t heard back from you since I e-mailed our hot tub party suggestion…I thought that you would die laughing when you saw it, but then I didn’t hear back from you, so I thought, ‘oh no, maybe she thought I was serious!’ but of course I wasn’t… [heee heee] so, anyway, talk to you later, Hon”