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I’VE BEEN IN A BIT of a fog lately. Well, not so much a fog as a fugue. I know most of you can understand. As Mrs. Lovett sang in “Sweeny Todd”: Times is hard. To accompany my mood, a fog rolled in yesterday early afternoon.
This morning, there was a “marine layer” on the horizon. We never heard the term marine layer until we moved to San Diego in 1993. We had just arrived and were staying in a temporary apartment provided by the University of California, San Diego while we looked for a permanent home. Judyshannon immediately flew down from Seattle. She would often spend a few days when we arrived in one of our many new homes.
Judy and San Geraldo were watching the morning weather forecast and the meteorologist mentioned the inverted marine layer. Now, they both quickly surmised what a marine layer would be, but when I came out of the bedroom, I found them standing on the balcony tilting their heads in different directions and discussing something intently. “What’s an inverted marine layer?” they asked. We quickly learned that an inverted marine layer is a marine layer that comes onto land. Duh! We thought that was simply called fog, but apparently there are different kinds of fog. SG wondered if the marine layer we could see today was an inverted marine layer in Morocco.
DESPITE ALL THE CONCERNED warnings I have received, I continue cooking. I haven’t tried baking (or nuking) anything new, but I’ve been using a sharp knife every morning to cut up fresh fruit. No blood. Yet. That gives me the confidence to actually bake something, although SG will have to teach me how to work our hi-tech oven. And I’m sure he’ll remind me a number of times, “Be careful now. It’s hot.”
Click the images to increase the fog (and the fruit).
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ÚLTIMAMENTE HE ESTADO EN UN poco de niebla. Bueno, no tanto una niebla como una fuga. Sé que la mayoría de vosotros podéis entender. Como cantó la Sra. Lovett en “Sweeny Todd”: Los tiempos son difíciles. Para acompañar mi estado de ánimo, una niebla llegó ayer a primera hora de la tarde.
Esta mañana, había una “capa marina” en el horizonte. Nunca escuchamos el término capa marina hasta que nos mudamos a San Diego en 1993. Acabábamos de llegar y nos estábamos quedando en un apartamento temporal proporcionado por la Universidad de California en San Diego mientras buscábamos un hogar permanente. Judyshannon inmediatamente voló desde Seattle. A menudo pasaba unos días cuando llegamos a uno de nuestros muchos hogares nuevos.
Judy y San Geraldo estaban mirando el pronóstico del tiempo de la mañana y el meteorólogo mencionó la capa marina “invertida”. Ahora, ambos supusieron rápidamente lo que sería una capa marina, pero cuando salí del dormitorio, los encontré de pie en el balcón inclinando la cabeza en diferentes direcciones y discutiendo algo intensamente. “¿Qué es una capa marina invertida?” ellos preguntaron. Rápidamente aprendimos que una capa marina invertida es una capa marina que llega a la tierra. ¡Duh! Pensamos que simplemente se llamaba niebla, pero aparentemente hay diferentes tipos de niebla. SG se preguntó si la capa marina que podíamos ver hoy era una capa marina “invertida” en Marruecos.
A PESAR DE TODAS las advertencias preocupantes que he recibido, sigo cocinando. No he intentado hornear (o nuclear) nada nuevo, pero he estado usando un cuchillo afilado todas las mañanas para cortar fruta fresca. Sin sangre. Todavía. Eso me da la confianza para hornear algo, aunque SG tendrá que enseñarme cómo trabajar con nuestro horno de alta tecnología. Y estoy seguro de que me recordará varias veces: “Ten cuidado ahora. Hace calor.”
Haz clic en las imágenes para aumentar la niebla (y la comida).
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Wednesday morning and afternoon.
La mañana y tarde de miércoles.
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Thursday’s marine layer.
La capa marinera del jueves.
‘Marine layer’ is a new one for me as well. We have had quite a few ‘marine layers’ at the beach this summer….as we do every summer in the mornings. It usually burns off by noon and everyone is happy.
Yes, be careful in the kitchen! But good on you for venturing in.
Jim:
It’s funny how long we can go without ever hearing a term that is apparently so common. But we especially love the inverted marine layer!
We were just wondering if you both had fog like we do. Sheltered I am, of course you do you live by the water. These new terms meteorologists come up with are just too cumbersome…fog is fog is fog is fog!
Ron:
We don’t get fog as often as I would expect — really not much at all. And, yes, fog is fog is fog! When we moved to San Diego, we also heard a meteorologist say “There’s no weather today” and then he gave the weather report… no adverse conditions. Apparently that was correct usage we were told, but it still makes no sense. “How’s the weather today?” “Glorious!”
Fog. Fugue. Yup, very similar. Loving the photos–ah, sunsets.
Discovered the marine layer when driving up Pacific Coast Highway in June some years ago. DH and DD had joined me (I was in LA on business) for a vacation drive up PCH to Big Sur (one of my v. favorite places–always made sure I took side trips there when business took me to CA). Alas, we rented a convertible to make the drive and there was no way DH would drive with the tip up. My then teenage DD and her girlfriend were thinking California in June–shorts, little t-shirts! What they discovered was the dreaded marine layer that never wore off until around 1 pm and that temps rarely made it to 60. Making the drive with the top down had them huddling in the back seat under whatever coverage they could find. Luckily they had also packed jeans and a hoodie. Even with the heat on full blast, you could barely see their noses with their hoodies tied up tightly around their faces. They still had a great time–especially when we stayed in a cabin on the edge of cliffs overlooking the ocean–watching spectacular sunsets. That is a sight even the they adored–chill or no chill.
Mary:
Oh, you discovered June Gloom. We learned about THAT in San Diego. There was June Gloom and May Gray. It could be oppressive, but if you moved just a mile inland (or, when we lived in Santa Barbara, to the other side of the mountains) the sky could be clear and blue. You were in the best place to experience the June Gloom (or was that the worst?)!
Wow, Scoot, we just missed each other! I left San Diego in 1993. We have a non-marine layer right now. It’s called SMOKE! Two families we know have been evacuated so far. Take care in that kitchen.
I was wondering where you were going with this. At least you didn’t have a combustible explosion yourself.
Mads, beans and broccoli have been banned from the premises for the duration of the wildfires. Can’t add to the pollution now, can we?
Deedles:
Oh, that conjures so many images!
Deedles:
You knew we were coming, didn’t you?!? I have been thinking of you. Those California fires are frightening. I remember it snowing ash. Are you safe where you are? (At least for now?)
Yeah, we’re okay living in the city proper instead of the hills. Yes, Livermore is a city, heh. It’s finally cooler at night but we still have to leave the windows and doors closed because of the bad air quality. Balder’s asthma doesn’t do well in fire situations. Ironic considering his fire investigating duties.
Deedles:
So glad you’re safe. We can’t believe what we’re seeing in the news. I hope you too can breathe easily indoors and that BH doesn’t have to venture out much. We lived in Glen Park in SF. I’ve never been to Livermore, but it’s bigger than Fuengirola and THAT’s a city, too.
I used to hear marine layer a lot living in San Francisco. I never quite understood, though I know what it looks like.
And look at you! Cutting and stirring and mixing. I think Top Chef might be calling ……….
Bob:
I am seriously (well it wouldn’t be serious unless I slice my hand open) considering doing a cooking vlog!
Hey I saw the Fog. You have to watch those marine layers. weird beings and creatures often come out of them!!!!!!
And it’s refreshing to see no fingers laying on the counter. yet. Don’t tempt fate sweet pea!!!!
Mistress Maddie:
You know I have never seen The Fog, and I know for sure I don’t want SG watching it (with me or without me). He’s STILL afraid of sharks… and “the entity.” Well, baking protein muffins should require any chopping… although electric mixers can be very dangerous (and that is from the voice of experience)!
It is dead calm here with no marine layers to block the sun’s intensity. The sea is glassy smooth and clear. A tropical storm is headed our way and will arrive this weekend. Could become a hurricane, but probably not. What is likely is lots of rain.
Is that a nectarine or a peach? Looks perfectly ripe, in either case.
Wilma:
Whatever storms hits, I hope it brings good moisture and no damage. I would love some serious rain here, but the air has been very pleasant, finally, in recent days. Doors and windows are all open. The air is fresh and comfortable and a very slight breeze.
That’s a nectarine. Exquisite! We’ve also had peaches (of two kinds) and plums most days.
some fog! and SG let you handle a knife? oy gevalt!
anne marie:
Oh, I regularly hear, “Be careful now.” If I cut myself, I’m on my own. He can’t stand the sight of blood.
Glorious pictures. You do use big knives for such a little fruit. Are you sure you cannot see at the grocery store if they do not have processed fruit all cut up and can be just dump over cereal? Safer!!!
larrymuffin:
Blech, pre-cut fruit. The original stuff is so much better. I’ll live dangerously.
That’s a yummy looking breakfast!
Debra:
Stick with me. I’ll show you the way around the kitchen.
I love a good fog.
David:
So do it… as long as I’m not driving in it.
I’m sure you will remember the almost daily forecast in the Bay Area: “Patchy low clouds and fog clearing to the coast by mid-day.”
Walt the Fourth:
Oh yeah! We drove over to the Marin Headlands one afternoon and watched the fog POUR down over the hillside and head across the water. It was otherworldly. I wish I had had my camera.
“The marine layer moves in on little cat’s feet”
Let’s stick with fog.
Kirk:
I thought the same thing. I’ve always loved that poem. But when I hear our two cats GALLOP around the house, I wonder what Sandburg was talking about. (Although our previous cats DID come in like the fog.)
just don’t go popping any pussies into pies now
Urspo:
Not to worry. Just the thought of it’s enough to make you sick… and I’m telling you them pussycats is quick.