We thought we would be smart and hit the LA traffic at 7:30. Perfect timing on our part as it gave us the chance to really see northeast LA. At about 5 miles an hour, stop and go. Not really so smart! I've never warmed to southern California and was more than surprised at the snow covered mountains and emerald green hills that greeted us as we drove north through the San Joaquin valley. It reminded both Donald and me of Scotland. The scenery only needed stone fences and a few picturesque pubs to complete the memory.
Sometime in the last few hundred hours of driving I shared with my family about how I used to look through my mother's garden catalogues and long for a Bonsai tree. I'm sure my fascination with them began after seeing the original Karate Kid because there is a scene where Mr. Miyagi lovingly tends his Bonsai. I never even told my mom about wanting a Bonsai because I knew they were expensive. Donald recalled the story when he saw a road side sign for Bonsai and before I could say "harigato" he whipped the RV off the road and insisted I choose my first Bonsai. I tried to convince him it wasn't necessary but I was actually pretty excited and held it on my lap the rest of the way to San Francisco.
|A really horrible picture of the Golden Gate Bridge, taken through the back window of the pickup|
We arrived in San Fran last night about five and we dashed through setting up house so we could go check out the city. I have been cooking from Cindy Pawlcyn's Fog City Diner cookbook for years and knew that's where I wanted to eat. It did not disappoint. In fact, it may have been one of the finer meals of my life. Honestly. It was a complete gastronomic delight: crispy cheese biscuits spread with an unforgettable rosemary infused brown butter, perfectly grilled pork T-Bone, black pepper apples and crispy spaetzle with spinach. Donald had an excellent rib eye with parmesan fries and the boys declared their clam chowder "the bomb." It was a thin cream broth with nice chunks of vegetables and salty, meaty clams still in their shells. We over indulged with butterscotch creme brulee and amaretto bread pudding covered in a rum sauce. #1 and I shared the creme brulee but full as I was, I could have eaten every bite myself and still licked the ramekin!
|Can you smell it?|
|Kitchen, two beds and just beyond the boys is a small living room, all in kitschy 1950's decor|
|Walking on walls in the anti gravity house|
|Twin Tower Memorial Redwoods|
|Each date corresponds to a ring of the tree, dating back to the Norman conquest of England in 1066!|
|This Redwood is 1200 years old!|