At work, everyone asked with vibrant hopeful faces, “What are you gonna do in San Francisco, Gary?”
“I’m gonna sit on Sean’s couch, drink coffee and watch tv.”
Then everyone at work looked at me with sadness and pity lines around the eyes.
Why they expected more is a mystery. When regularly asked, “What are you doing this weekend, Gary?” I always answer the same thing: “I’m going to stay home and put things away where they belong!” This is who I am.
Because I don’t travel well, I close my eyes once I’m in my seat on the plane and imagine all the fun things I can do in San Francisco… bay cruise, cable car museum, Coit Tower, Castro Theatre. I continue to think about them as I sit on Sean’s oversize Crate and Barrel end chair and watch Food Network all Saturday long in my bedtime stretchy shorts and a rough Indian blanket folded around my legs while Sean suggests activities:
“We could walk around Haight and see parts of the city we don’t normally see!”
“Let’s go to Union Square and look for New Year’s clothes!”
“We can go to Pearl’s and get hamburgers1″
“Stop. I can’t hear Pioneer Woman.”
From time to time, I’ll play with the new cat, Toby. He gets his weekend exercise flailing around trying to catch a bushel of colored feathers attached to the end of a plastic stick. I get my exercise shaking the stick.
I would have slept in until noon, but because I don’t drink anymore, that’s nearly impossible now. My eyes opened at 8am. So I dragged myself into the living room, closed all the curtains Sean had opened to let the sun shine in, plopped down in my usual spot and looked for the remote control. It was on the far side of the couch, so when Sean got back from the grocer store where he picked up everything he needed to make buttermilk biscuits, I pointed to it asked him to hand it to me.
I like San Francisco. But more than San Francisco I like Sean. He says things like, “I’m never eating pizza again!” and “The Pioneer Woman looks like a fat Molly Ringwald,” and makes me breakfast so I have more time to channel surf. It’s in the mid-seventies in San Francisco today. I’m totally gonna get caught up on The Mindy Project.
- 2 cups all purpose flour
- 2 teaspoon baking powder
- 1/2 teaspoon baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon coarse salt
- 1/2 cup unsalted butter, cold and cut into cubes
- 3/4 cup buttermilk, chilled, plus additional for brushing
Preheat oven to 425 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper.
In a medium bowl mix together the flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt. Mix in the butter with a pastry cutter or a fork until mixture resembles coarse meal. Add the buttermilk and stir until the dough comes together in a ball.
On a lightly floured surface, gather the dough into a bowl and knead gently 6 times. Pat dough into a 10 inch circle about 1/2 inch thick. Cut dough into three inch rounds with a lightly floured cutter. Place on the prepared baking sheet about 2 inches apart. Brush with buttermilk.
Bake until golden brown, about 12 to 15 minutes. Transfer to a wire rack to cool.