We landed in San Francisco late on the night of the 18th, and as the clock struck midnight, we celebrated the beginning of Andrew's birthday with some late night Thai food. The curries and noodles arrived quickly, piping hot and deeply satisfying, yet the real feast began a mere 10 hours later with breakfast.
Some might call fruit salad "common," but its simple sweet flavor and unabashed beauty are a feast for the taste buds and the eyes. A mix of cubed cantaloupe, fresh strawberries, and valencia oranges, garnished with blueberries and chilled for a couple of minutes before serving. We've found that mixing the fruit together makes everything mushy, and serving through the vibrant layers ensures that the lucky diner still obtains every fruit variant.
A drive along the scenic coast and a walk along a beautiful deserted beach later, we're back at it again. Cocktail hour. A white wine, and a simple spread of cheeses - the caramelized goat variant from Norway (it has had a previous appearance), classic cambozola, and a "balsamic" cow's milk, rich and nutty.
A marinated "London broil," fragrant from sitting in its juices and spices overnight, grilled on the patio. Zucchini and pepper, also grilled - to me, the ideal vegetables for this cooking medium (Asian pears, peaches, and onion halves being my other favorites). Cous cous with meyer lemon bits, pine nuts, parsley, perfect for sopping up the meat juices and providing a subtly flavorful yet unassuming side dish. Of course, a big salad, with fresh arugula, pickled red onion, and grated parmesan - every ingredient exceedingly complementary to the juicy meat slices.
|The outdoor eating experience...|
|...and my own individual spread.|