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April 3, 2008

The Best Cookbooks

Filed under: books,food,life,photographs — Towse @ 10:46 pm

Mark Bitten is asking for help updating his “50 Cookbooks I’d Rather Not Live Without” cookbooks list.

417 comments so far.

I don’t know what I’d do if I had to choose my fifty favorite cookbooks. I have bookcases filled with cookbooks elsewhere and maybe a foot-plus of cookbooks above the bar sink here. Are the cookbooks here the ones I’d rather not live without? Are there fifty of them?

On the shelf above the bar sink:
[* means that this blog post accomplished its purpose of making me think about the cookbooks I have here and I'm taking this book elsewhere and freeing up some shelf room ...]

  • The Microwave Guide and Cookbook (no author given) *

  • Eliason, Harward, Westover – Make-A-Mix Cookery – a classic used constantly while raising my family. I still pull it out to make cream cheese swirls, a coffee roll with cream cheese filling sort of like a cheese Danish, which I make for Easter brunch and other special occasions.
  • More Make-A-Mix Cookery … vol 2. of the classic
  • Sunset Chinese Cook Book – this book falls open to the kung pao chicken recipe page, now stained and splattered and no longer attached to the binding it’s been used so much
  • Sunset Cooking Bold & Fearless: a cook book for men *
  • Sunset Cook Book of Favorite Recipes *
  • Betty Crocker’s Bisquick Cookbook * – used constantly while raising kids. I’d make the biscuit mix from Make-A-Mix Cookery and use the Bisquick recipes from this book
  • Shinojima – Authentic Japanese Cuisine for Beginners – picked up on our trip to Japan last year. [or not. When I was going through it, I noticed the price information on the back was in $$$. Picked up where, then?] I need to sit down with it to see if it deserves to be kept in the limited space here. [Made the cut. Keeping here.]
  • Mabel C. Lai – Chinese Cuisine Made Easy – “Hot & Spicy Soup” (p32) ’nuff said. I always need to check how many golden needles, wooden ears and bamboo shoots the recipe takes. Gee, I haven’t made the soup in a long time. Need to get some fresh tofu and check the cupboards for golden needles, wooden ears and bamboo shoots. The “Ginger Broccoli Beef” recipe is exceptional too.
  • Ranck, Good – Fix-It and Forget-It Cookbook: feasting with your slow cooker – another classic.
  • Shirley – Wonderful ways to prepare chicken – bought for $1.95 at some Gemco/KMart-like store more years ago than I can remember. (c1979). “Piquant Chicken” (made with honey, lemon juice and ginger) is a favorite. “Chicken Diva” (with a sherry-Parmesan white sauce and broccoli) is another. “Sherry Creamed Chicken.” Maybe chicken tonight. Hm.
  • Sunset Recipes for Ground Beef – falls open to the splattered page showing “Cottage Cheese Meat Loaf.” The recipe not only includes cottage cheese but also uses rolled oats instead of bread cubes. Delish. When the young ones were MUCH younger, I’d cook the meatloaf with carrots, beans and/or peas mixed in as the accompanying vegetable. I tend not to look at the other recipes for meatloaf (24 variations …) but say, “Almond Studded Curry Loaf” using Major Grey’s chutney sounds not half bad. Am I in a rut?
  • Killeen – 101 Secrets of Gourmet Chefs: unusual recipes from great California restaurants *
  • Goldstein – From Our House to Yours: comfort food to give and share – provenance unknown. I need to sit down with this one. I really liked Joyce Goldstein’s cooking at Square One decades back and enjoy her articles in the Chron food section. [Made the cut. Keeping here.]
  • Duchess of Devonshire – Chatsworth Cookery Book. Signed. Picked this book up when we were back visiting the relatives last fall. Need to sit down with this book too. Should it be taking up space here? [Made the cut. Keeping here.]
  • America’s Test Kitchen Family Cookbook – a new classic. I love this stuff.
  • Rombauer, Becker – Joy of Cooking. ’nuff said. I love the nitty gritty detail but don’t much love the “see White Sauce 111, 341″ and “Please read About Doughnuts, 244″ sorts of forward and back references in practically every recipe. Still. If you’ve never quite got the hang of preparing sweetbreads, the Rombauer clan will set you straight. Superb indexing.
  • The Best of Bon Appetit (1979) – Ginger Cream Chicken (p69) (madeira, ginger, chopped up candied ginger, cream — what’s not to like?)
  • Cooking Light 5 Ingredient 15 Minute Cookbook – Goodwill purchase. I don’t know if I’ve ever cooked from this book. I need to sit down with this book.
  • America’s Best Lost Recipes – I adore Christopher Kimball and his crew at Cook’s Magazine and America’s Test Kitchen and all the affiliated incarnations.
  • Betty Crocker’s Cookbook – the classic. The cookbook I used most after I moved out on my own. Splattered. Marked. Oooh. Here’s a piece of folded paper with a recipe for “Rasa Malaysia Portuguese Egg Tarts” Those were exceptionally tasty. BCC is my go-to book when I can’t remember how long to cook a roast because it’s been so long since we had one.
  • The Silver Spoon from Phaidon Press. 1263pp. Can’t remember where this one came from either, but like the America’s Test Kitchen books, it’s just a fun read. Perch: four recipes. Octopus: six recipes Catfish and tench: four recipes. Cuttlefish: six recipes. How can you not like a cookbook with recipes for “Heart Kabobs” and “Cream of Fennel Soup with Smoked Salmon”?
  • Eichelbaum – Cooking for Heart & Soul: 100 delicious lowfat recipes from San Francisco’s top chefs * a cookbook to benefit the San Francisco Food Bank – this was a prize from a drawing at a Food Bank event. I need to sit down with this one. [Made the cut. Keeping here.]
  • Bon Appetit – Too Busy to Cook? Also kept (it seems … page falls open) for the Ginger Cream Chicken recipe. That is one delicious recipe. I make it these days with boneless, skinless chicken thighs instead of chicken breasts, but then I make most of my chicken recipes with thighs instead of breasts. I don’t hack up whole chickens like I did back when now that there are only two of us to feed so we have neither chicken breasts nor chicken livers as much as we did then. A large bag of chicken thighs from Costco is in the freezer and we take what we need for whatever we’re cooking. Buy a new bag when the current bag is getting near gone.
  • seven different editions of the Presto pressure cooker recipe book and a Wards Cooker (pressure cooker) recipe book from 1947 and a Wards Magic Seal Pressure Saucepan recipe book. How many books do I need to look up how long to cook artichokes or beets or pot roast in a pressure cooker? I think I need to re-think this stash.
  • Royal Cook Book (from the Royal Baking Powder Co)(1925) – classics like “Eggless, Milkless, Butterless Cake” “Lady Baltimore Cake” “Royal Sponge Cake” but also a bunch of recipes that don’t use baking powder at all. I’m assuming the Royal Baking Powder company wanted a free giveaway that the fickle homemaker would hold on to, that would keep their name front and center even if she didn’t =yet= use their baking powder..
  • Recipe Finder Index – a critical item back in the days before I could find a recipe for just about anything on the Web. Once the number of cookbooks in the house reached a certain point, there were times when I was all,”Oh, I’d like to make that sausage pie thing with spinach and basil again but which cookbook has the recipe?” The Finder Index is broken into categories (Appetizers & Snacks, Beverages, Desserts — Pies). Space for recipe name, source & page#, date tried, and notes. I’d forgotten about most of these: “Nanking Liver” from the New Poor Poet Cookbook, “German style Kidneys” from Sunset Cooking with Wine, “Migg’s Fish” from the Southern Junior League Cookbook, “Sherried Chicken Livers” from Sumptuous Indulgence on a Shoestring.
  • Law – Pacific Light Cooking. Another Goodwill purchase. Need to look at this one.
  • Child, Bertholle, Beck – Mastering the Art of French Cooking. A classic. I have no idea why it falls open to the section with onion recipes. Looks like something spilt there once upon a time. Heavily stained page: “Navarin Printanier” [Lamb Stew with Spring Vegetables] I love this cookbook for its sense and its recipes and the way they laid out the pages. Its sequel is over with the other cookbooks,as is Simca’s Cuisine and two and a half shelves of books on French cooking: Beck, Child, Pepin, others.
  • Dailey – The Best Pressure Cookbook Ever – so why all the Presto recipe books? Oh, look! There’s yet another Presto recipe book inside! That settles it. The batch listed earlier is going elsewhere.
  • McLaren – Pan-Pacific Cook Book: savory bits from the world’s fare (1915) e.g. #63 Tchi – a Russian national soup. “Chop fine half of a small cabbage and a large onion and fry in dripping for a few moments; stir in two tablespoons of flour. Cook for three minutes, then add slowly two quarts of beef stock. Simmer for half an hour, add a few forcemeat or sausage balls and a wineglass of white wine. Simmer twenty minutes more and serve.” Fun. His nibs’ great great aunt was involved with committee work for the 1915 Fair so we pick up books and whatever we can find about it, if they can be had for a reasonable price. This cookbook was $15.
  • The Daily Echo (Halifax) – Good Housekeeping Everyday Cook Book. Very beat up. Of uncertain age. Falling to bits. First six pages gone, which is probably where the date information was. Recipes provided by the Daily Echo, plus handwritten recipes inside in various hands and pasted-in recipes cut from papers or magazines. A look into the past.
  • Small-ish book with many pages, separated by alpha dividers. May have been intended as an address book but used instead for recipes. Recipes written in different hands. Provenance? Recipes assigned to letters higgly-piggly. “Pots de creme” recipe under “P” and a different “Pot de Creme” recipe under “D” for “dessert” Also under “D” “Iced Tea” … “drinks,” I suppose. Also in “D” “Daiquiri” with a note, “Edie, Ethel and Emily liked”
  • Robertson, Flinders, Godfrey – Laurel’s Kitchen. (1976). This book was my second go-to book after Betty Crocker. Vegetarian. The younger ones consider “Chillaquillas” (or ChileeKillees, as we called them) comfort food. Cheap, tasty, good.
  • Ayer y Hoy de la Cocina Navarra – with a handy dandy translation of the recipes into English. A goodie gift from the Kingdom of Navarra during a meet the winemakers of Navarre event. I need to check out the recipes. This book probably belongs elsewhere.

    and last but not least

  • Stewart – The Martha Stewart Living Cookbook. 1200 recipes. Tasty.

What does that add up to? Thirty-plus. I’ll weed through the ones I set aside and take them elsewhere, opening up space for other cookbooks I’d be happier to have close by. For now, here’s what the shelves above the bar sink look like.

 

 
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The Memlng Index – A Long, Obscene and Fascinating List Of Links

Filed under: URL — Towse @ 9:27 pm

The Memlng Index – A Long, Obscene and Fascinating List Of Links

Some gems. Some not so. Interesting collection.

from Eames to civets

Filed under: shopshopshop — Tags: , — Towse @ 8:03 pm

from Mixed Use to Kopi Luwak.

Mixed Use, a fun shop on Union at Grant that sold used everything from Dooney & Bourke bags to fur coats, to men’s cowboy boots, fifties furniture and Scandinavian bookends at prices too high for my Goodwill sensibilities, closed up at the end of the year.

The store had a diverse collection of things for sale and was a wonderful place to poke around in but, as I mentioned, I never bought a thing there because I’m a thrift store girl at heart. I can get the D&B handbag that Mixed Use was selling for fifty dollars for fifteen at the Goodwill, ten dollars if the store is having a “30% off anything with a blue price tag” day. Plus no sales tax at the Goodwill. Oh, yay, Goodwill.

Granted, Mixed Use had the crème de la crème of secondhand stuff. No need to hunt pearls in thrift store oyster beds. But, for me, the hunt (and the successful pearl capturing) is the fun of it. (“Like my Ferragamo shoes? $6 at the Goodwill!”)

The store’s location on Union, a few buildings east of Grant, might’ve also been a factor in its demise. (I’m sure my not buying things there wasn’t.)

Shops on Grant between Broadway and Fillmore have problems attracting a customer base. I’m not sure what the solution is. Mixed Use was not even on Grant, but off Grant and being off Grant — on a stretch of Union that usually only neighbors walking home and hardy hill-worthy tourists use — had to have effected its walk-in business.

Despite the sign down at the corner of Union and Grant directing people up the hill to the shop and good writeups in the San Francisco mags, I was usually the only potential customer in the shop those times I popped in to see what they had in their inventory. Their problem was their location. They would’ve done much better in Polk Gulch. Or Union Street in Cow Hollow. Or down on Fillmore. Their problem was there were no other nearby nifty little shops to attract like-minded customers.

I was sorry to see them go.

Who would brave the space next?

We noticed new signage last month. A new tenant had opened shop at 463 Union Street. The windows are still papered over but his nibs was able to pick up a brochure when he walked by the storefront the other day. Will this business make a success of the space?

Kopi Luwak Trading Company

Hm. Phone and email orders only at this stage.

Maybe that’s the ticket: not depending on walk-in customers.

April 1, 2008

What’s Lost Is Found Again

Filed under: life — Towse @ 6:22 pm

Wednesday I knew where my set of keys to the loft was and his nibs’ set as well. The younger younger guy had left both on the dining table before he decamped.

By Thursday evening, his nibs’ set was nowhere to be found. When asked where the key set was I said, “I remember it was on the table just last night. Right there.” The set wasn’t there any longer.

He’d dropped me off at the loft Thursday morning before he headed south to work. I’d used my set to get in and dropped some stuff off there and picked some stuff up there and fetched my Mini from the garage where the younger younger guy had left it while we were gone. I’d then spent the rest of the day in the southlands myself, checking in on the homestead, visiting the mater, stopping by the older younger guy’s place.

Thursday evening his nibs’ set of keys was missing. Mine was in the zippered pocket in my zippered bag where I keep it but his was gone, missing, bunked, no ‘stá aquí.

Where had the keys gone? I took my zippered hobo bag and emptied each and every pocket. Same with my camera bag. Checked pants in the wash. Checked jackets and vests worn any time since we’d returned. Checked every horizontal surface on which I could reasonably think I might have left them.

Over the weekend we upended the living room and the dining room, which we really had to do anyway because they wanted cleaning and dusting and vacuuming.

The keys were nowhere to be found. But I had my keys, right? We could just make copies. But it wasn’t that easy. One of the keys is a key to the mailbox in the mailbox bank in the lobby. I’m not sure how easy it is to get a duplicate key for a mailbox.

Also on the keychain were keys to the locks on the locked storage cupboard in the garage. (Not that the locks are any good or hold up against a serious intruder armed with a crowbar, as we know from experience.)

Also on the keychain was the key to the front door to the building, a copy of which is only available from the building management company and then only at a cost of $50.

Oh, my.

By Monday morning the keys weren’t the only things lost. I’d also mislaid — somewhere between getting ready for the FFCoppola-isn’t-cooking-this-year fundraiser dinner for North Beach Citizens the night before and tucking in after a raucous evening — a string of wooden beads with a dime-sized Thai Buddha medallion attached. Both the beads and the medallion had huge sentimental value and I felt majorly unlucky to have lost them. (The beads were originally a hand-strung bracelet the younger younger one had made for me to remind me to count my blessings — identify one blessing for every bead if the grey black ooze is threatening. The Thai medallion had belonged to my dad.)

Two important things lost, keys and beads. All was not sunny in my world.

I was reassured, a bit, by Jon Carroll’s column last Friday.

I think that we, as a nation, underestimate the ability of things to hide. You can’t find something and you think, “oh, I have lost it.” And then later, sometimes much later, you discover that you didn’t lose it at all; it was where it was the whole time. Indeed, it was where you put it. You don’t have a problem with lost things; you have a problem with putting things in strange locations.

The things themselves are getting fed up. They are tired of being blamed for being lost. They are not children; they do not wander off or run away from home or hide in the closet to scare their parents. Things are without means of locomotion. They stay where they are put. [...]

So allz I had to do was figure out where I’d left the keys and the beads, right?

I searched again. Top. Bottom. Left. Right. NSEW.

Finally, I said, “The beads have got to be here. I always keep them in the left front pocket of my black jeans. I take them out at night and put them >here<. I put them back in my jeans pocket in the morning.

“I don’t specifically remember transferring them to the khaki pants I wore to the NBC dinner, but even if I had, I wasn’t fiddling with them there and I would’ve come home and taken them out before I went to bed and put them right …” and there they were. I’d dropped the beads smackdab on top of a shell necklace that had been sitting on the countertop and they’d sort of camouflaged themselves, hiding amongst the shells. Yay. Hooray. The beads they are found.

Next up the keys. We were heading out to Costco and decided to check the cars one last time. I checked through the Mini. Nada. His nibs checked through the Honda. Nothing. “Did you check the door pockets?” “Yes.” “Glove box?” “Yes.” We checked the trunk. Nothing. So we hopped in the Honda and off to Costco we went, stopping by to drop some things at the loft, which we searched even though I knew for certain I hadn’t left the keys there.

At Costco we bought the usual necessities and things that aren’t necessities but we buy anyway. After loading up the trunk, we were getting ready to leave the Costco garage and I fiddled around with a popup gizmo in-between the front seats that opens to reveal two cupholders.

Ah hah! That’s where the keys had been hiding. My fault, I’m sure. I must have had both sets of keys when I got in his nibs’ car Thursday morning and I’d decided to stash his set in this nice little nook in his car and then forgotten I’d done so. Mystery solved. (Well, sort of. I still can’t remember putting the keys there and his nibs knows for a fact it wasn’t him.)

But what’s lost is found again, halleu.

And whenever anything goes lost again, as it surely will, I’ll remember Jon Carroll’s wise words on the subject and

… Where is Jon Carroll, by the way? Yesterday where Carroll’s column should’ve been was a Chron note: “Jon Carroll is taking the day off.” Okay. He’s allowed.

Today where Carroll’s column should’ve been there was … nothing, not even a note.

But he’s not missing. I just need to remember where I left him.

What I didn’t know about the rose red city of Petra

Filed under: photographs,travel — Towse @ 1:15 am

I knew Petra would be stunning. I’d seen pictures.

And probably hot.

I didn’t know much else about it.

I do now. (Oh, for the day when I’ll travel with my handy-dandy Web and find answers to my questions as they pop up instead of waiting until I get home to research.)

When I write up my notes with my pictures (all 130+ of them), I’ll weave the research into what I saw and what I was told.

What surprised me most about Petra and what was totally unexpected was how stunning Petra would’ve been in its own right, without the caves and carvings. The setting is amazing. The sandstone is swirls of color. As a natural wonder, Petra would’ve been on the map.

 

Alight at the parking lot and walk a ways to the crack in the wall and enter al Siq. … or ride a horse or grab a two-wheeled cart …

As the way in is down, we were encouraged to ride the horse on the way back, if ride a horse was on the agenda, and it seemed it was, by golly. We were told we’d already paid for a horse ride and might as well take it. (Tip the horse handler $2 or 3 Jordanian dinars, but tip him at the end of your ride, if you don’t want to be dropped off prematurely, we were also advised.)

How did someone ever find that crack in the wall in the days before Petra was “built”? No aerial reconnaissance to give you a heads-up that there might be something interesting if you walked down this narrow path. … A curious, wandering someone must have headed down the path to see what there was to see.

Find the crack in the sandstone cliffs and walk down the path, through the narrow gorge with steep walls, through al Siq. These days the path is worn and crazy Bedouin drivers in horse-drawn carriages careen down the track, in a hurry to drop off their passengers and turn around and pick up more.

 

Forty-five years ago a flash flood trapped and drowned folk in this narrow gorge. Since then work has been done — a dam blocks a side gorge and diverts the water — to avoid a repeat. Not a cloud in the sky, though, so no worries.

Look up and see the cracks through the walls caused by earthquakes. Take pictures of the small carvings in the walls and then round a bend and there it is: the Khazneh, the Treasury, the first seen and most photographed/pictured building of Petra, carved into the sandstone walls many many moons ago. Worn after all these years, damaged by man and by earthquake. Still spectacular. Beautiful

 
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Walk further and you enter the Wadi Musa, the wide open area of Petra with more carved buildings and spaces, the marketplace, the amphitheatre, tombs, places to climb and, of course, opportunities to buy trinkets and postcards and water. Tea, sodas, even a buffet lunch are available to keep your strength up.

More pictures to follow. Yes, 130-plus.

Beautiful. What an amazing site to see.

March 27, 2008

Felucca on the Nile

Filed under: photographs,travel — Towse @ 8:03 am
 

So I asked him, why the Brazilian flag? (I have a little heart pull when I see the Brazilian flag for no reason except a five-to-seven-year-old’s love of where she happened to be. … It is a lovely flag, though, isn’t it?)

Ordem e Progresso. The Auriverde. sigh

He answered (through a translator), “Why no questions about why there’s no American flag flying?” and he had his young guy (the one who worried about unfurling sails and such) unfurl an American flag.

I explained the heart pull for the Brazilian flag and he said, “Someone who rode in my felucca gave it to me. I like to fly it.”

 

More pics of him and his barefoot style of sailing later.

 

Feluccas are lovely under sail. These days it’s not financial feasible to use feluccas for anything but tourist transport from the Aswan (or wherever) side of the Nile to whatever sight-seeing the tourist(s) want to see.

The feluccas are beautiful under sail. Really really divine.

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Our guide at the monastery: Dier Al Anba Bishoy

Filed under: photographs,travel — Towse @ 7:18 am

Dier Al Anba Bishoy at Wadi el-Natrun of Egypt on our way back from Alexandria to Cairo (for our flight home).

 
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Charming guy. Well-spoken.

And! knew of which he spoke.

He’d been living at the monastery for twenty-seven years. He had the best voice, cadenced, mellow.

Does he believe that St. Bishoy’s body (on view in the church) has really been preserved through the graces of Our Lord for the past seventeen hundred years because Our Lord promised St. Bishoy?

Tradition has it that …

Where in the world was Sal the Wanderer?

Filed under: life,travel — Towse @ 6:33 am

from comments:

No, it’s not Corfu, which has a distinctive shape. Looks like Cephalonia lower down in the Ionians, which is where you’d be if you were coming from Cairo and were “past Greece”. But you don’t give anything specific, not even a bearing for the plane, so I’m going to go for Cephalonia/Zakinthos. But I could be wrong.

Bearing on a plane? Please.

I barely even knew where we were going. The “maps” airlines give in their mags or on their little maps on their screens of their route are rough at best.

I flew … from Cairo over Greece then France/Belgium … Normandy Coast (I think), White Cliffs, Ireland and then a lot of ice (LOTS of pics of ice forming and clumping and ice capping and thawing …) and down through Nova Scotia and Maine and on to JFK.

I’ll get the pictures set up and you can see Greek Islands and Mountains and then more and then Flatlands and then Normandy and then Ireland and maybe then you can tell me what I was seeing.

I wished I’d had a real map soze I could take sights on markers and figure out where I was at a given time.

Oh, lah. I had a whale of a time taking pictures of land masses and rivers and weird coastlines and such until I started to worry about the fact I was down to my last ten pics on my last SD card. I needed to save some pics for the JFK->SFO route!

But I’d forgotten that piece would be mainly in the dark and my camera wouldn’t pick up lights on the dark plains easily. I could’ve taken eight more pics (what was then remaining on my SD card) of ice structures and frozen rivers and thawing lakes! If only I’d known …

Still, 2311 pics: Petra, Jerash, Valley of the Kings (and Queens), Abu Simbel, Alexandria … pictures of the guys with guns who hung out with us, camels, pyramids, the Coptic Monastery of St. Simeon, Philae, Haoeris/Horus (oh, I have stacks of pictures of Haoeris), piles of spices, trinkets, food, the Aswan Dam, loads of pics of feluccas and the Aga Khan’s mausoleum. … camels, donkeys, more guys with guns, pictures from the train window en route from Cairo to Alexandria, pictures of the library, pictures. …

… and all of $65 spent on trinkets total including postcards, a galabea for me ($9) and for he ($10) for a see-and-be-seen galabea party (really!), a nice scarab painting on papyrus (we already had papyrus bits from a previous trip but the scarab painting was nice and “support the local economy” and all that), a set of David Roberts prints of Petra, more postcards, two $2 hematite necklaces, a $2 carved bone letter opener …

Oh, spendthrifts are we. …

Our biggest expense used to be developing and printing the pictures I took on trips. Now, with a digital camera and handy reusable SD memory cards, we spend next to nothing beyond the trip itself.

Home again, home again, riggety jig

Filed under: life,travel — Towse @ 12:56 am

Up at 4A for a 5:40A ride to Cairo Airport for a 9:15A departure. Flight to JFK took twelve hours or so. Customs and immigration at JFK and a wait for a 6:40P departure for SFO. Arrival ~ 10:30P PDT. Elapsed time from wakeup to landing ~ twenty-seven hours. Ouch.

Egypt Air served two full meals and snacks during its twelve-hour flight. Delta’s seven-hour flight to SFO included gratis soft drinks, coffee and/or tea with peanuts, cookies and/or crackers. Ah, welcome home.

 
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Schmutz on airplane window. Weather was lovely for the most part but missed Belgium due to cloud cover and could barely see the White Cliffs of Dover through the mists.

This shot is just past Greece, I think. Is that Corfu down on the right? Anyone?

March 2, 2008

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