Shakshouka (eggs in onion, pepper and tomato sauce topped with za’atar), smoked trout bagel sandwich, and pickle plate for Sunday brunch. All very delicious, from Beauty’s Bagels in Oakland on Telegraph. I didn’t eat all of this by myself, but I kind of wish I had! Really good coffee, too.
The very picture of health (spiced pecan ice cream and Pittsburg style pastrami and egg sandwich, at Penny Creamery in Santa Cruz and Giordano Bros. in North Beach, San Francisco).
Welcome to the Daily Sandwich. Or not. One time in Paris, Paulina took a picture of me in front of a lunch joint called “Sandwich’s Club.” You have to hand it to the French - a possessive sandwich in a culture accepting of mistresses is a bold, conservative move. Complicated! We find the sexy panino to be much more straightforward.
Happy new year! I’m on a road trip, so mostly eating restaurant food and in-n-out burger. This was my boyfriend Drew’s double double.
I don’t know how to tell you this, but Jack in the Box makes the best breakfast sandwich of all time. This is besting the egg mcmuffin, which used to be my favorite. It’s the grilled breakfast sandwich: American cheese, ham, bacon, fried egg, sourdough, and… margarine?
It’s so good it wipes out a bad childhood memory of JitB, a story I will not tell you about unless we are at a party and it is someone’s job to tell an embarrassing story to lighten the mood (always me).
Montreal-style sesame bagel from Beauty’s Bagel Shop in Temescal. What really took this to a new level was the scallion cream cheese. The adorable bags didn’t hurt, either.
Ate a sandwich that nearly roused me to tears today. (Ike’s Lair, Uptown Oakland). It was called the Al Bundy: avocado, cheddar, French dressing, ham, and salami, toasted on Dutch crunch bread.
It’s morning. Eat some chilaquiles. P.S. we are back from Hawaii!
Dear readers: I promise to never show you “after” shots of my meals. Who wants to see a tangle of romaine caught on a mudslide of sour cream and guacamole? Not I, I have already lived through such a horrific sight, I wish never to see it forever more, until it’s time to go to Chipotle again. Related topics: do I overthink my homemade burrito bowl? Yes. That is why they do not taste good.
Sister Trips: Winter in Pescadero, CA
A Tropical Tour of Goat Cheese, Bloody Mary, & Carnitas Tacos: Where to Eat in Pescadero, California
With a brief reflective intro.
My little sister and BFF Paulina and I started this food blog
a few years ago, for a multitude of reasons. First of all, we love food, and we were both taking a lot of food pictures and they were starting to rot on hard drives. Secondly, we had both just moved a million miles apart. This project (I hate to call it that, but we do love us a project) was way for us to stave-off post-collegiate loneliness and it seemed like a semi-legitimate hobby, possibly a way to meet others. Thirdly, one of us was working through a bevy of GI issues and we both spoke French, so we thought Faux Pasta was the cutest little punny pun fun time food blog name we could ever choose, plus it’d allow us to get creative with what was actually a pretty terrible food intolerance roller coaster.
But ultimately, writing and photographing and cooking can be a pretty solitary activity — I find that when I try to chat and chop at the same time, one of those actions goes by the wayside and I either injure myself or get very quiet. It’s also not like I blog in a room full of people - normally the NFL theme song is blasting in the background and my software engineer boyfriend is doing some light hacking.
Paulina and I are on kind of two separate rails when it comes to this supposedly uniting project of ours. After all, it’s not like we’re writing culinary-based letters to each other via this blog (something I did consider), we’re pretty much just blathering on about things we’ve cooked and liked. Dumb, normal stuff. Even as we hit the 50k follower mark, my only response to my sister was texting her, “50k!!” We love this dumb blog of ours and it is really fun to see the positive response, so thank you.
When we actually get to see each other, it’s apparent that whatever kind of communication we rely on when we’re apart is pretty inferior to actually spending time together. It means that we have THAT MUCH MORE FUN when we’re together, and my sister is one of the few people in this world who I can actually cook with and talk to at the same time.
I know this is shocking, but most of our trips we take when we visit one another involve food. These pics are from ages ago, but we had such a great time, despite the cold and the rain and general moodiness of Northern California winters. If you’re ever driving up or down Highway 1 between San Francisco and Santa Cruz, take a moment to stop in Pescadero. It’s a tiny little town known for its artichoke garlic bread at Arcangeli’s, olalliberry pies & cioppino (Duarte’s), taqueria, and of course, the goat farm. Also, nobody cares if you’re still wearing your running shoes from the beach with your running leggings and a too-short skirt on top. For that reason, and many others, I wholeheartedly recommend going.
Don’t bring a swimsuit, though.
THE HOST LIST
- Harley Goat Farms for goat cheese tasting
- Duarte’s for a bloody mary (if you have the time, pie and cioppino is good too)
- Taqueria de Amigos (inside the gas station) for carnitas tacos
- Warm artichoke garlic bread at Arcangeli’s
Harley Goat Farms - Free Goat Cheese Tasting Room
DUARTE’S - Bloody Mary
We wrote down the recipe once. It’s exceptional and classic.
TAQUERIA DE AMIGOS
It’s a taqueria in a gas station. The only gas station. Coincidentally, these are my favorite carnitas tacos in all of California.
Eagerly counting out our coins for our take-home 1/2 pound of ready-to-be-fried carnitas.
Annnndd…. again, the weather is…. interesting here, in the winter. So be prepared, but come and have fun!
PS - We’re going to do something soon to celebrate the 50k follower thing.