Happy New Year!
Two Thousand Aught Nine was a big year for me and Miguelito. We chased the Kogi BBQ truck, got hitched and started a slew of eating traditions in our new life together (the slow cooker was pulled out of the cupboard, tuna and swordfish nixed from our diets) -- all while remaining employed. Yippee! We needed to close the year with a big, memorable meal. But we also wanted to stay humble since the last year of the Aughts was so crummy -- financially, socially and psychologically -- for many people. So we got down and dirty at Boneyard Bistro, slurping raw Humboldt County oysters and digging into a platter of red potatoes, corn on the cob, shrimp and King, Dungeness and stone crabs scooped out of a spicy Louisiana-style boil. We couldn't polish off all the food before we headed to a friend's party, where we toasted the new decade with champagne and foie gras (you can only eat so much humble pie, after all). So we boxed up the leftovers for our New Year's breakfast: baked eggs with crab, potatoes, corn and tarragon.

