So day two of San Francicso (last Thursday) led to another food not bombs experience.
This time I headed to a place in the Mission district, and after pulling on a rope attached to an actual bell, headed up some stairs to a really neat community space.
It had a big kitchen, an oven you had to open with a crowbar (!!!), a huuuuge pot (bigger than the one in Vancouver! well, maybe not taller) and a room full of bicycles on the second floor.
A girl who was at the couchsurfing party the night before was there! Amazing! And lots of other people. It was pretty fun.
We made a big salad thing. A soup thing. And I made banana bread, which people said was very good. Oh, and limeade.
I used the recipe from the FNB cooking zine we made (!!!) though we struggled to find flour at first.
We served outside and it was cold. Afterwards there was an open mic poetry/etc. thing where we served. But I decided to sit inside and watch Mirrormask, because I was cold.
Oh! And there was a huge free box. I got pants, a hoodie, _and_ sneakers! Hurray! This isn't about FNB that much, but apparently I forgot everything that happened on that day.
On Friday I went to the critical mass bicycle ride, and met a guy who had been at FNB the day before. Some of his friends came up and started talking to him/me. We hung out all evening, and they invited me to play bicycle polo on Tuesday. Exciting!