The Gardener

There is one on Fourth Street in Berkeley. There is one at the Ferry Building in San Francisco. But my favorite is the one on Dry Creek Road in Healdsburg because it is set in a garden.

It is high style meets whimsey. Practical meets improbable.

On a recent bike ride we stopped by the Healdsburg store, and I found myself imagining their tall pots as a modern-ish fountain (with apologies to the architecture snobs and language police).

I would show you photos but they won't let me, so you'll just have to click the links and look for yourself. But the bike ride -

 was fantastic. Perfect weather, rolling hills, grapes almost ripe, whimsey along the road...

Coppola is a great place for lunch on a hill overlooking the valley - 

...even a flat tire couldn't ruin our day. 

Go. Stay at Hotel Healdsburg. Shop at Susan Graf. Eat at Scopa or Dry Creek Kitchen. Have lunch at Willi's Wine Bar and order the peel and eat shrimp. Have one of the weird and wonderful cocktails at Barn Diva. It's as beautiful as the cycling trips we take to Europe, the food is as good, and it's a lot closer. If only they had ancient hilltop towns built of stone...

Ad Hoc

I hate Ad Hoc committees. My garden club is forming one for strategic planning. Seriously? it's a Garden Club, for Pete's sake, not a multi national corporation. I have started two successful companies. The biggest waste of time? Strategic planning. Makes my teeth hurt just thinking about it.

On a brighter note - it's my favorite cookbook. Ad Hoc at Home. After Thomas Keller's Ad Hoc restaurant,  in Yountville. Simpler, faster and less expensive than The French Laundry, the best restaurant in the world. With a really cool web site.

After the fried chicken I wanted something simpler. So I made the Cauliflower Soup. 

 His photo, not mine. I didn't make the crispy florets or the beet chips. I didn't use a vita-mix I used a stick blender. And it was fabulous. And not very complicated. 

I will make it again soon. I may even make the beet chips. Or maybe I'll just make the beet chips...no, that soup was too good. It's a cool rainy day; I'm going to the store for cauliflower and cream.

Shoe SHopping

Cathy warned me not to leave her alone with my shoes - she lost a very attractive pair of turquoise heels when Haley was teething. So we went out to dinner and Ally went shoe shopping.

No damage. A few insoles removed but that may be a fashion critique. 

I am looking for new slippers tomorrow. I expect Ally to be shoe shopping in the garage again. She thinks it's the toy store. Anyone have a recommendation for slippers with some arch support?

The Seven Sisters

It's a bike ride in Marin county. We started at Stinson beach and rode along the shoulder of Mt Tamalpias. It is beautiful...

but the problem is before you get to the seven sisters, those lovely rolling hills along the ridge above the ocean, you have to climb one big mother. It's a heck of a way to find out you have asthmatic bronchitis. Glad I did it; should be able to breathe again soon. I want to do it when I'm not sick. Bet it's still really hard!

Ad Hoc Fried Chicken

I had been looking for the ultimate fried chicken recipe for ten years, and Ann, Pam and I agreed to make Thomas Keller's Buttermilk Fried Chicken from the Ad Hoc Cookbook for Wally's birthday.

If I'd been using my head I would have photos of the whole two day process - the herb filled brine, the big lumps of seasoned flour and buttermilk on our fingers as we dipped the chicken pieces.

First you make a brine - salt, sugar, lemons, garlic, herbs. Boil and cool. Then you brine the chicken for 12 hours - no more, no less. Then air dry for a hour and a half, then seasoned flour, buttermilk, seasoned flour again, then fry in peanut oil. It took about an hour to fry all the pieces including letting the oil return to temperature between batches. If you've been paying attention you realize to do this recipe properly you need to get up at 3 a.m.  Do it. 

We cheated, got up at 7, and it was still the best thing I've put in my mouth in years. Puts other fried chicken to shame.

This is what was left over...and it made the best picnic ever. You will have to buy (or borrow) the Ad Hoc cookbook by Thomas Keller. Do it - make this chicken. Invite your favorite people. This is too good to waste on people you don't adore. I will make it again - but not soon, for it is a lot of work, and you need good friends who are good cooks in the kitchen with you. But oh what a delicious delight! I had a great time cooking with Ann and Pam...

and Wally truly enjoyed his birthday - and that, after all, was the point.

Rockridge Market Hall

So easy to get to I wonder why I don't go more often.

I go there when I need something special - really fabulous sherry vinegar, cheeses for a party, the freshest fish. 

Unusual flowers. No time to go to the SF Flower Market? No problem. 

It's a collection of stores and restaurants. No one I know can name them all - but the restaurant, Olivetto, everyone knows. It is beautiful, full of light, unusual, delicious.Try their handmade pastas. Try the ones with whole grains. It is one of owner Robert Klein's passions and he will change the world. He's that kind of guy. 

And if they have it try the Porchetta. Last weekend they were roasting them on the street. Crisp and succulent with a spicy sauce on a roll. I can still remember the delicious surprise of sweet, hot and salty melting in my mouth. I probably still have grease on my chin. I am definitely still smiling.

Football at the Beach

It's been foggy at the beach but Wally's grandson doesn't seem to care. Maybe because he lives in foggy SF, maybe because of the wide open spaces. 

We didn't get much football played because he kept stopping the game to tell us we weren't doing it right. I predict a career as an NFL practice coach...or a ref. But his joy in scoring a touchdown (while we were all doing just as he said - silly us) was contagious.