Ah, Berkeley, the promised land for liberal moms in a minivan early Saturday morning. It's not raining, there's a drum circle at the Ashby Bart (Where Dominica and Xiomara are waiting for Austin and I) and Dominica remembers to bring lettuce and celery to feed the animals at The Little Farm located in Tilden Park. It's such a lovely memory I am still writing about it in the present tense! Can we do it again? Now? Oh but wait, it gets even better...

Dominica and I ate ADULT FOOD. Yes, Austin and Xiomara had some peanut butter (on wholewheat, of course) but us big girls had roast beef sandwhiches with mushrooms, cheese and hazelnuts AND frenchfries with truffle oil mayo. Oh, Berkeley! How I love to wallow in your shabby-chic middle classness! Your lovely snobby food! Your multiculturalism and your very very exspensive property values! And of course, your Anarchist Cheese