[Nan3cy]

Some of those bowl names are head-shaking, but then I’m apparently not very adaptable. I miss the days of Rose, Peach, Orange, Sugar, all in a glorious binge-watch on New Year’s Day. Sitting with my dad and noshing on Dungeoness crab sent to us in Wisconsin by my Atherton aunt and uncle. (Well, the crab — a full case, that we kept frozen outside on our back porch — only happened one Christmas — my uncle must have had a very good year — but it was childhood-defining.) I remember thinking 30+ years ago that I wished Stanford’s majestic performance against Penn St. could have happened in a bowl that wasn’t named after Blockbuster.

[Nan3cy]

Some of those bowl names are head-shaking, but then I’m apparently not very adaptable. I miss the days of Rose, Peach, Orange, Sugar, all in a glorious binge-watch on New Year’s Day. Sitting with my dad and noshing on Dungeoness crab sent to us in Wisconsin by my Atherton aunt and uncle. (Well, the crab — a full case, that we kept frozen outside on our back porch — only happened one Christmas — my uncle must have had a very good year — but it was childhood-defining.) I remember thinking 30+ years ago that I wished Stanford’s majestic performance against Penn St. could have happened in a bowl that wasn’t named after Blockbuster.