The trouble with San Francisco is that there are way too many fabulous places to eat. Regardless of how much over-eating a person chooses to do, enjoying more than 3 meals a day may be the digestive limit. Just two days in which to eat in the city by the bay upped the ante for my family. Our weekend in San Francisco was to visit with our adult children. What a difference from those early years when only a small selection of beige foods would cross the little lips of our youngest. Now he’s 6’5”, so that early limited palate clearly didn’t stunt the kid’s growth. He and I plotted for months about where to eat, and at first we thought we’d go to one of the recent James Beard award winners, but all were booked four months in advance. How frustrating. But the depth of eating possibilities in the city and beyond left no time for sulking. Rock, paper, scissors, and plans were made.
On this perfect Saturday, we started the day at Tartine, the fabled bakery. A long line of hungry eaters surrounds Tartine every morning and evening, so we planned our arrival at the opening bell. Long lines in that neighborhood are pretty common because there’s such an abundance of good eating in so many places. If you are in the Castro/Mission area of San Francisco, just cruise the streets and jump into a line spinning out of one or another of the local food joints, and you’ll be well-fed.
My best friend Kim swears my favorite movie is 'The Blue Lagoon.'
Ok, I admit, it's true that I have watched it a half a dozen times or
more over the years. But when you're 15 years old and the same age as
Brooke Shields and she's frolicking on a tropical beach with a cute boy
and I am stuck in a small town, on a farm in Georgia with boys who look
nothing like Christopher Atkins, one can understand my emotional
attachment. Kim would also tell you I am a huge fan of 'Far and Away'
and yes, I have also watched that movie more times than I can count. I
am sure that Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman would prefer that movie be
removed from their list of credentials on IMDB because as many times as
I have seen it, I still couldn't tell you what's going on in that
movie.
The desert palate is grey and yellow now. The grey of sagebrush, and the vibrant yellow of daisy-like brittlebush that bursts in great round humps among the rocks. In fact, it's gloriously golden absolutely everywhere in Palm Springs. These plants flower only once or twice a decade, so I feel enormously grateful to have been there at the right time, not that my Hipstamatic does them justice.
It turns out that there is heaven on earth. And it lives in an inauspicious plastic saucer, covered in cling wrap.
I always enjoy a weekend trip to the