Piles of hand written recipes, magazines, and to do lists cover my desk in a threatening, “we will take over and swallow your computer whole, and you too if you don’t deal with us soon,” sort of way. In the pile is David Lynch’s 2006 film, Inland Empire. I decide to watch it at 9 pm on Sunday night.
We leave for California early Friday morning and return late Tuesday night. Our first night, we eat at Korean food at Mom’s Tofu House on Grand Avenue in south San Francisco for dinner. I order BiBimBop and give my son, L, a few pieces of tofu which he throws on the ground along with his first bites of organic jarred baby food. Do you want oatmeal, I ask. The server brings a cup of hot water. I stir it into the instant oats and within seconds of it cooling, he flings it in the air.
Flying food is not on the agenda.