Hello Friday!

This weekend I'm heading to Sonoma to go wine tasting with my sweet boyfriend and some friends of ours. We like to go wine tasting in Sonoma, even though Napa is the most popular spot. We just like the vibe. I really hope we can go to our favorite tasting room on the square (Mission Hardware is the best table wine and it is so affordable). And the last time Ben and I were in Sonoma, we had a great experience at this little tasting room. Oh, I can't wait! Maybe we'll even get some dinner at The Girl and the Fig...

Here are some other things that just might make your weekend amazing!

A pie contest.

Inspirational billboards.

A campaign to ship coffee via sailboats!

This giant puppy is confused by a sour lemon.

Delicious brownie goodness courtesy of Irvin Lin of Eatthelove!

Hello Beach?

Sigh. What I wouldn't give to be on a hot, sunny beach today instead of working from a freezing cold tech startup in a San Francisco warehouse. I just love going to the beach with my sweet boyfriend, as long as I take a few, totally normal, precautionary measures...

Hello Tomato Toast!

The craziest thing happened the other day. It all began in a pretty normal way - I was just looking for some breakfast in the morning while my stomach was all, "Feed me, you jerk." And I was all, "Shut up, my tummy, I'm looking in the fridge right now."

It was one of those days when your boyfriend isn't sleeping over, so your fridge doesn't have any of that impressive French cheese and there isn't a free-range egg or Yukon gold in sight. So, it was basically me, some mustard and a half empty jar of plum jam that I tried to make with no sugar, and is therefore not fit for human consumption. And also... a half eaten tomato. A light bulb dinged* in my head, I grabbed the frozen loaf of wheat bread in my fridge, and now I have a new favorite, savory breakfast.

Behold, the simplest of ingredients:

Yep, that's just butter, tomato and wheat toast. I just defrosted/toasted my bread in the oven (a blatant disregard for the technology, I realize), buttered it up, sliced up the tomato a laid it on top and then sprinkled lightly with Maldon flake salt. The result? Perfection.

*I am fully aware that light bulbs don't traditionally ding, but the ones in my apartment actually do. It's strange, I know.