We tripped up to Sebastopol, since we are wanting to get a feel for the place. Would we want to live that far from SF? Doubling up agendas, Jeff made reservations at Peter Lowell’s West County Organic for brunch.
A decadent second cuppa (and an almond milk mocha, at that!). I recently did a three week macrobiotic cleanse, and I cut way down on coffee. I’m intending to keep it to just one small cup in the morning, since I’m discovering that any more kills all my intestinal flora and turns me into a bloated, gassy, jittery mess. (All kinds of dietary changes going on with me, and y’all are gonna be surprised. To give you a hint, I finally picked up a copy of Nourishing Traditions. But more on that later).
We strolled around Sebastopol for a while, visiting downtown and the farmer’s market. We liked it, but are actually still feeling partial to Petaluma. Frankly, we’ll take what we can find in the general vicinity.
On our way back south, we stopped at Green String Farm. I scored on some plant starts and veggies, and Fern found a little cottage for her own.
Continuing with our exploration of potential new places to call home, we visited the watershed of the Petaluma River.
There was some foraging involved.
More Wild Oats.
Sea Beans. (But let’s call them Marsh Samphire, because it’s way more awesome-er).
(The shirt was a Mother’s Day present from Jeff, from Gangs of San Francisco).
Once we got home, I beheaded my prize jewels of the day.
Elderflower!!!!!! If you have been with me for a bit, you’ll know that my finding Elderblow is A Very Big Deal. I’ve been looking for a good wild source for three years. (I know they are more prolific in the East Bay, but I’m never over there). I’ll share more about this on Friday.
Once home, it was time for more good food.
Baby Artichokes from Green String. Oh how I adore ‘chokes. Do you like them? I think they are ambrosia. I tried something new and braised them, then made a reduction of lemon water, olive oil, lemon zest, garlic, thyme and bay. Be like Eeyore and eat your thistles.
I received this card from Jeff in the morning (delivered in bed with a vegan donut, coffee and a wee bouquet).
So nice to feel seen.
Well kids, I had intended to wax poetic about motherhood and my daughter and my own Mom, but our internet provider is slow as death this morning, and I’m out of time. So instead, please do some waxing of your own, and tell me how your Mother’s Day was?