They said it would be foggy. I said, “I know”. They said that San Francisco has lousy weather in the summer. I said, “That’s OK, I like when it’s cool.” Now, as the fog looms so thick that I can’t see beyond the street corner, I say, “Stupid weather”.

So, unable to lift the literal fog, I made these breakfast parfaits to lift the figurative. Spicy ginger-pecan granola (chosen from amongst the array of granolas available in Berkeley Bowl’s bulk section), fresh strawberries with sugar and balsamic, organic maple yogurt.


A hot cup of tea with milk keeps me patient waiting for the sun.

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