Dear Eliot -
I noticed on your mom's stream the other day that you like pistachio macarons. I love them. There's a place here that makes them, and while they're not as pretty and delicate as the ones your mom got for Valentine's Day, they have bits of pistachio on the outside. It's awesome.
If you and your sisters and your mom and dad ever come to the East Bay for a visit, I will tell your mom where to find these macarons. It's not in the coffeeshop where I took this picture (and they're not quite this green, so don't be disappointed). But the place where I got them is an adorable little patisserie your mom would love, with a box of toys that your sisters would love. And you and your parents would really dig this place up in that photo; there are big comfy chairs and couches, and tables where your dad could set up a laptop and write, and half the coffeeshop is actually a record store full of jazz and old soul/r&b albums. They even have live music almost every day. I saw a bluegrass band there recently.
So tell your mom to ask me where to get the macarons if you guys ever make it out here.
- Salome St. John