Local eating took a big dive today. We were too filled up from yesterday's salade niçoise for lunch and the cloying, over-dairied macaroni and cheese for supper. So we avoided even the semblance of lunch today until pure, biological craving took over. And where were we when that happened?
At the Sir Francis Drake Kennel Club dog show, right up the road where they hold a farmers' market twice a week.
We have too much produce in the house right now to patronize the market, so we dropped a few bucks on admission instead, to watch little packets of energy run the agility course, and gape at tall, gorgeous Afghan pooches, fresh from a shampoo and a trim, parading their stunning fur coats. Oh, and the humanity! The humanity! It seems the required costume for female dog presenters is a dowdy suit, straight skirt below the knees, sensible flat shoes... very Barbara Woodhouse.
Well, it wouldn't do to partake of the — gasp! — hot dogs being sold on the grounds, would it? [Employing best Barbara Woodhouse voice impersonation.] So we walked off the premises — Walkies! — and into the Santa Venetia Market across the street, where we were captured — leashed, corralled, placed in a crate, kennelled! — by a sack of Tim's Cascade Style Potato Chips, Wasabi flavor.
Now, I know that back in July, Fatemeh of Gastronomie posted a rave review of Trader Joe's Sesame and Ginger potato chips. And I've tried to find them, to no avail (though I admit that parking lots at all Trader Joe's are so nucking futty that it's hard for me to make attempts very often). But I loved her idea of using the tasty little snacks as platforms for a tuna tartare.
But! Now I've got wasabi-flavored chips! I'll just add the ginger and sesame seeds to the tuna tartare, and boy, will I have a dandy nibble.
For today, though, it was just grab from the bag and stuff mouth. Tim's chips are thick and snappy, just like you want. Dog!