My dear friend from work had the lucky fortune to attend a conference in San Francisco. I printed out a map and marked it with some of my favorite places, you know, in case she had a moment where she was not in a meeting (or decided to take a "bathroom break" for a few hours). I was really excited when she called me Monday night to ask about food choices. She had attended a VIP event that served finger foods. And once those little treats were gone - they were not replaced. I can't even tell you how much I have to say about that.
The fortunate thing about San Francisco is that you can even go to a food court (at least at the Westfield) and find good food. This is where I sent her for a quick bite. I wish she had had time to check out some of my fave spots (
Mama's,
Yank Sing,
Tartine) but alas she did not.
She did however have time to bring me this. And how I love her for it. I devoured it in two days.
You don't even need butter for it - but you must toast it. Sourdough=home. Sigh, I think I need to take a trip.
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