Monthly Archives: April 2007

I Feel Like Boston Clam Chowda in a SF Sourdough Bread Bowl

Love stampSitting in Logan Airport yesterday, waiting for my rocket/airplane to come, I decided what I want to be when I (refuse to) grow up. I want to become a professional wedding guest. I think it would suit me.

I can chat up those older relatives who sit uncomfortably not knowing what to do when all the young people are gyrating on the dance floor. I’ll always make sure everyone gets dessert. And toward the end of the evening I’ll go around and use up any of the disposable cameras that haven’t been finished off. In my favor, the food is plentiful and tasty, I get to dress up, and there’s always a cute, young bartender or waiter to flirt with.

My first move in setting up this business would be to hire my friend, Paulo, as my partner. At the end of Kerry and Sean’s wedding on Saturday, the band thanked him for putting on such a great show and keeping the dance floor jumping. Who gets thanked by the band? He’s a wild man, and everyone loved him for it.

The wedding was perfect, just as comfy/casual and unpretentious/elegant and perky/cute as I would expect from Sean and Kerry.

The best bits:

  • Kerry’s vows, which included the sentiment that she loves Sean “because he can do math in his head”.
  • The handmade truffles, many of which disappeared before dinner was ever served.
  • Hitting the Phoenix Landing after the wedding to continue the dancing. It’s not a swanky place, more of a post-college dive, but we all arrived in full wedding gear, including the bride and groom. I’ve never seen two people get so many free drinks before.

The bits that could have used tweaking (if I ran the world):

  • There was no Jason Mraz medley. I would have included one pre-ceremony, another during dinner, and a third to close out the evening.
  • Fewer vegetables, more desserts, including my much-dreamed about chocolate buffet.
  • Oooh! Even better, I would incorporate Jason Mraz into the chocolate buffet with a chocolate Mraz statue to sort of watch over the festivities. You have your ice-sculpted doves or Virgin Mary, I’ll have my Guittard Prophet.

See, this is why the Mrazian Order of the Curbside is such a great religion: you can pick and choose how you want to incorporate it into your day-to-day life, including ceremonies and events. In an era of dim sum spirituality where you can pick and choose what feels right for you, Jason Mraz can be your tasty pork dumpling of love and acceptance.

This is how I write when I’m hungry.

In the end, to answer my own question from last week, I can go home away from home again. Boston was cold and wet and I loved every block of it. It was reassuring to see how little has changed, and how much I still love everyone there, even if they are all doing just fine without me. So I guess I can stay in California for now, but also know that my Boston family is always glad to have me back.

Halfway home and I’m still out on my own,


Marriage Blessings From Jason Mraz

FondueWhen my friend, Steve, got married a couple of years ago, Jason Mraz made a short video greeting, wishing him a happy marriage and a fondue pot. This caused me to run out and get him one at the previously blogged about chocolate mecca in Harvard Square, L.A. Burdick. (A chocolate fondue pot is still a fondue pot, and this one came with tasty chocolate… obviously. I really should get paid to plug their stuff, but it’s so damn good I’m happy to do it for free.)

The Prophet Mraz hasn’t personally blessed today’s wedding – that of my friend, Kerry (see the Kerry’s Cooking Blog link to your right) and her lovely finace, Sean (who has no blog that I know of) – but I’ll send the happy couple a few words of Mrazian wisdom on love and eternal happiness on Jason’s behalf, because I’m sure he wishes them well in the sense that he wishes the best for all people who are willing to give the difficult and sometimes painful love and committment thing a try.

Jason wrote God Rests in Reason for his sister’s wedding, and the punch line when he plays it live is that she got divorced just a few months later. The song lives on though, so maybe her failed marriage served a higher purpose, by giving brides and grooms everywhere this beautiful piece of matrimonial music. These are a just few of my favorite lines, influenced by Kahlil Gibran’s book, The Prophet.

just remember love possesses nothing
nor would it ever be possessed
oh love is love sufficient unto love
and you can figure out the rest

your children will not be your children
they are the daughters and the son of a beginning
they’ll come through your womb but not be coming from you
they will be with you but do not belong to you
you may give them your love but not your thoughts
then they’ll arrive with their own hearts
they’re the coming of angels this blessed season
and then they’ll sing oh how God rests in reason
God rests in reason

Congratulations guys. Hope the honeymoon is sizzling.

My Historic Boston

First, to all my Aussie and Kiwi friends, Happy ANZAC Day. I bought some ANZAC biscuits in your honor.

I’ve been in Boston for less than 12 hours, but it feels like I’ve journeyed back in time. Things are familiar to me – same stores, same coffee shops, same bus routes – yet somehow I feel like an alien, an outsider, walking around town. I even had to pull out a map to remember which T station I was headed for. So sad.

It’s strange to walk by places that used to be my regular lunch spot, my bus stop, my CVS, and now feel like they belong to other people. I walk around and think, “That’s where I had my 23rd birthday,” or “That’s the corner where I met the ex for the last time.” The whole city is a three-dimensional scrapbook and it’s hard to take it all in at once.   

There are a lot of good memories here. Like the first place I saw Jason Mraz headline a show, or the record store where I bought my first Jason Mraz CD. It fills me with warm fuzzies just thinking about it.

I also had the greatest hot chocolate in the world this afternoon. It’s served up at a little place called LA Burdick in Harvard Square, and no trip to Boston is complete without a cup or five.

Tomorrow: A visit to the alma mater. Go BU!

Leave My Chocolate Alone!

Guittard chocolateCanadian Chris was kind enough to send this along and get me all riled up. May the good Prophet Mraz bless the fighting chocolatiers at Guittard.


“The US Food and Drug Administration is considering redefining ‘chocolate’ to allow substitution of vegetable oil ($0.70/lb.) for cocoa butter ($2.30/lb.), and whey protein for dry whole milk. There are already standard terms to differentiate these products from chocolate, such as ‘chocolatey’ and ‘chocolate-flavored.’ The change was requested by the industry group Chocolate Manufacturers of America. Leading the resistance to this change is high-end chocolate maker Guittard, with significant grass-roots support from the Candyblog. The FDA is taking consumer comments until April 25. Here is the FDA page on the proposed change, which oddly enough does not say what the proposed change is.”

Do we really need to make our junk food junkier and start messin’ with the flavor, oh the flavor that I savor? Well if you are what you eat, in my case I’ll be sweet (and vegetable oil-free), so come and get some.

Making friends with the ketchup and salt,

Sin All You Want. Just Take Out Insurance First.

I got this email the other day from a friend in Nebraska who works in insurance.

“Today I called the Nebraska Department of Insurance to see if I would need licensing by the state to sell ‘Rapture Insurance’. This will help insure people against the adverse effects in case Jesus returns to take the faithful, and they are not selected. I was surprised that the woman on the other line was willing to have a serious conversation with me about this topic. Apparently when you work for a state’s department of insurance you’re immune to finding anything unusual.”

It just staggers the mind.

What I find most bizarre isn’t so much that people think the Rapture could really happen (seriously… fighting the urge… to go Simpsons anecdote crazy… oof), it’s that people think that in a reality where the Rapture could happen, the same reality would still contain something like insurance. I mean, if Jesus shows up, do they think they’ll watch it on FOX, make a Hot Pocket, get a good night’s sleep, then head over to the insurance office in the morning to pick up their check? Because my version would involve a lot of burning and supernatural events, and would not include grocery shopping, paying a cable bill, or using a Rapture Insurance check to head to Home Depot for supplies.

I know that people whose religious beliefs are so out there that they would ever consider this kind of insurance is probably a very small minority, but all the same, I think I’ll stick to my made-up Jason Mraz-influenced spirituality, with a hint of Bokononist-style physical affection and a dash of Oompa Loompa common sense.

Given good manners you will go far,

Can You Go Home Away From Home Again?

I’m going to visit my ex this week. We haven’t seen each other in a year and a half, and while I’m excited, I’m also nervous. What if it’s horrible and uncomfortable? Even worse, what if all my old feelings come back and I realize I made a horrible mistake by leaving when I did? At least if it’s horrible I can come home without any regrets, right?

It’s not like we had a big, angry falling out. In fact, most of my memories are really happy ones, some of the best times of my life even. I was still in love and lust and a good deal of like, but I was also feeling closed in. I was young, I wanted to explore my options, see what else was out there. I didn’t want to become so complacent and tied down that my entire life might pass by without me ever getting to find out if I could have done better. So I packed my bags one day, tearful, but also confident that it was the right thing to do.

I’ve had some very good times since then, experiences that I know I never would have had if I hadn’t broken it off when I did. I usually look back with fondness and nostalgia, but not longing. But I don’t know if that’s because I truly am better off now, or if it’s more a case of “out of sight, out of mind”. Maybe face-to-face, it will be harder to decide if I made the right choice, and harder to say good bye again.

Will I recognize Boston? Will Boston recognize me? Or will I just be another California girl who once had a fling with the East Coast, but reverted back to her West Coast ways?

I’ll have dinner with the North End and let you know.

Hand you a square of the airport,

New Jason Mraz European Tour Dates

Just announced:

Europe Festivals

Jason will be heading to Europe this summer. Two festival shows have been announced, more dates will follow. June 23 – Hyde Park Calling Festival and June 29 – Werchter Festival. More information is listed in the tour dates section on myspace.