California

Summer in San Francisco

Time to bundle up. Summer has arrived in San Francisco. 53° F (I’m not kidding), and this is what it looks like: The question I have is—and this might sound comical for my buddies in Tulsa who are getting roasted at 107° F—if I’ll make it through the summer without turning on the heater.

Twin eggs!

 Double Yolkers! I admit, the two smaller but complete yolks in one egg are beautiful, and if I were God, I would have designed them that way from get-go, but it’s bizarre nevertheless. I can’t remember ever having seen twin eggs in my life, and now, suddenly, in the span of a year, I see…