All week I have been trying to think of the right words to say. Honestly, I’m still not sure I even know the right thing to say to address the things that have been happening lately…but I will try to keep it simple. Just to be clear-this is not a political post.
I live about 30 minutes north from the garlic capital: Gilroy, California. Each year on (what seems to be) the hottest weekend of the summer, people make the trek to Gilroy to enjoy all things garlic.
I can’t wait until summer. I love garlic on just about anything.
Perfectly roasted garlic is soft, sweet, nutty, caramely and encompasses everything we love about garlic, without the sharp burning after taste. It’s easy to create a jar of roasted garlic cloves at home. Let me show you.
Today was spent in El Dorado County, California, enjoying the beginning of apple season. I wish I had the same energy I did in my early 20s. Back then, I probably would have laughed at people for going to bed at 10 PM, especially when most of the day has been spent eating.
Sadly, I think the apple fritter, apple turnover, chocolate donut, caramel corn snacks, cheese fries, pint of apple cider champagne cocktail, pecan pie, and buffet dinner have done me in for the night. I am about to enter a food coma induced slumber.
Tomorrow-I will feature pictures from our trip, along with what to eat and where to eat. And I will be wearing stretchy pants.
The night time summer heat in California is making me long for cool weather, sweaters, boots, and warm knitted hats. It makes me think about my favorite winter traditions. One of my favorite traditions might sound strange to some people.
Making a trip across San Francisco Bay Area’s foggy, winding Highway 92, and down the coast of Highway 1 to visit the coastal town of Pescadero is an annual tradition to my family and me.
You might be thinking, “What? You go to…a BEACH in the winter?”
Absolutely. Our choice to make this trek every February is lead by our hunger for uniquely tangy delicious food, and adorable baby goats.