tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88472752920428136242023-11-15T09:02:26.908-08:00{THE SWEET LIFE}Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-18786991524836340962010-08-05T16:49:00.001-07:002010-08-06T13:27:10.524-07:00Traveling well..<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7VW5MUwI/AAAAAAAABJ0/5Yd-FmHE4Yw/s1600-h/myportrait%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="myportrait" border="0" alt="myportrait" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7VnI7l4I/AAAAAAAABJ4/ybBiHjeT1xE/myportrait_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="122" height="157" /></a><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7WD5WKtI/AAAAAAAABJ8/NIbwn6Yg4oc/s1600-h/33%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="33" border="0" alt="33" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7Wpgza2I/AAAAAAAABKA/rFWJjq4ejr4/33_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="124" height="162" /></a>    <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7XLEtzZI/AAAAAAAABKE/_Zti4hTTb-Y/s1600-h/italiansonbikes%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="italiansonbikes" border="0" alt="italiansonbikes" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7XpzbhlI/AAAAAAAABKI/gHYT_hdLsW4/italiansonbikes_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="119" height="148" /></a> </p> <p>I have been blessed with the desire and love for travel. My traveling demands and expectations are next to nil, and this I think, is why I am always so taken back by the amazing experiences I have. I go, and go without predetermined conceptions of what to expect, or rather, what I think I should expect. I, for the most part, roll with the punches, leave a lot to chance, have faith in my ability to “figure it out,” plus, I rely on the kindness of strangers for guidance when needed (and not). I’ve always done this. It’s amazing what you can accomplish when you succumb to the realization that each of us is free and can do as we wish. We all have our boundaries, comfort levels and abilities. How far we push them is key. Traveling allows us the luxury to re-define ourselves without redefining ourselves, and be whomever ever we want to be. It opens the door for us to push the envelop a bit “unnaturally” as well. Where else can we unveil ourselves without consequence? When abroad, we can do as we wish. I love this. There is little sustainable judgment, which of course, encourages the change most important to us individually – the change we most likely, for whatever reason, wouldn’t take with our respective audiences, at home. </p> <p>I usually choose the role of the cultural-loving vagabond most of the time, which incidently,  isn’t too far from how I would define myself now. I love art, history, food & wine, literary trysts, and especially “local” flavors, expositions, and the people within them. More than anything, I love the relationships that ensue, develop, and take on character as time passes – the relationships that have been encouraged at such events, when away, from my natural settings at home.  I have met the most wonderfully interesting, colorful, kind and caring people this way. These experiences define me.  </p> <p>I prefer being thrown into the local mix; the non-touristy scene if you will, where the unabridged version is king. I prefer reality over pre-conceived itineraries geared towards the expectations of the unknowing masses, even if they are less comfortable and/or incomplete. Making my own reality and being a participant is important for me. I find that I am most myself when away. I suppose I take it to the next level “more readily,” when not home, which is the difference. There is a lesson in there for me, and I think I see it.. perhaps we could all “put our guards down a bit” and truly live where we are, as we are, and see what becomes of us. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Perhaps it could be that the best of us could very well be exposed!</p> <p>To travel, “clink!”</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7YSHK6ZI/AAAAAAAABKM/WUF8L1rmcbA/s1600-h/a8%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="a8" border="0" alt="a8" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7YkEPRNI/AAAAAAAABKQ/z7CjLq_-ezY/a8_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="134" height="173" /></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7ZHvLppI/AAAAAAAABKU/p2lZGIpzmEk/s1600-h/42%5B26%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="42" border="0" alt="42" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7ZkaAJPI/AAAAAAAABKY/7ZMxMJ-Tt_I/42_thumb%5B24%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="121" height="179" /></a>   <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7aHYtpwI/AAAAAAAABKc/0qOLQyzOU18/s1600-h/53%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="53" border="0" alt="53" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TFt7aQzuIFI/AAAAAAAABKg/tKLSrhtiIMM/53_thumb%5B12%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="111" height="190" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-13660792345700358532010-06-07T08:25:00.001-07:002010-06-07T08:25:18.320-07:00Vintage Home<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PQhd6FTI/AAAAAAAABAI/7KZOmFRoGeo/s1600-h/0802.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="080" border="0" alt="080" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PRBjgbZI/AAAAAAAABAM/HVnWe75JNu8/080_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PRkaFmRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2GMDZvVpAT8/s1600-h/0812.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="081" border="0" alt="081" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PR55M4nI/AAAAAAAABAU/BU-CXVKdpb0/081_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>I love nothing more than the art of travel. I’m a creative type and I savor nearly every moment of it. I live in the moment! This is one of my blessings. I am a simple soul that feels and sees and hears more than most I think. Vintage Home inspires me to travel, which of course is one reason why I visit. It is one of my secret places that reminds me of a place not like most. It may sound strange but, Vintage Home makes me feel very much at home. Strange because my home looks nothing like Vintage Home. Oh sure, I have a few things from there, but just a few… my home is much more eclectic and minimal. Still, I love the simple elegance of this store and it reminds me of… travelling, of being abroad, and living simply, but well. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PScyIoMI/AAAAAAAABAY/brNNy6jGUDs/s1600-h/0822.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="082" border="0" alt="082" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PS59CFII/AAAAAAAABAc/Z9aX8eF6CSU/082_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PTTLPjtI/AAAAAAAABAg/AZ9mDCXpj6I/s1600-h/0832.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="083" border="0" alt="083" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PTlLj8cI/AAAAAAAABAk/Nr2dehnPpN0/083_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Vintage Home is in Saint Helena. It’s a gorgeous little place on the corner in a historic brick building. It’s staffed by wonderful and kind souls that are knowledgeable and attentive, and it’s obvious that they enjoy what they do. I love that.  I like the colors and  love the smell of the place. The casualness of “everything,” leaves me re-evaluating my “master plan,” which is forever in motion.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PUJJStWI/AAAAAAAABAo/HK69bBle0I0/s1600-h/0842.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="084" border="0" alt="084" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PUqusrII/AAAAAAAABAs/C-p8HazO1cU/084_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PVftis6I/AAAAAAAABAw/xdRxyI61jvY/s1600-h/0852.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="085" border="0" alt="085" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PV7SzwWI/AAAAAAAABA0/0KVstOmNCls/085_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>They have gorgeous linens, unique textiles, beautiful ceramics, tasteful wall hangings, lovely Italian pewter &  English crystal, a variety of antique & new lighting, and much more. I love that they have Santa Maria Novella, which is a favorite. They have a choice selection of local soaps, lotions, creams, candles and more. In the rear they offer an amazing selection of very tasteful toys, books, and miniature figurines for children (or adults) and upstairs (where their great lighting is kept) they have a design studio. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PWCHuZKI/AAAAAAAABA4/9z7wNCNytjM/s1600-h/0865.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="086" border="0" alt="086" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PWrfuR3I/AAAAAAAABA8/u3VXNMQqEOU/086_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PW8oW4-I/AAAAAAAABBA/yCZV6Egr3Yc/s1600-h/0875.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="087" border="0" alt="087" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TA0PXUEP_yI/AAAAAAAABBE/Hl_RpOoCBnI/087_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>I highly recommend checking out Vintage Home. Located at 1201 Main Street, they’re definitely easy to find. Stop in and pay them a visit. Meander after lunch and pay attention to detail. Soon after visiting a few times, you may find yourself wanting to escape on your own travels!</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-26972784258827539662010-06-06T08:55:00.001-07:002010-06-06T18:31:52.733-07:00Antique and Vintage Bicycles…<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAvE2dQQLDI/AAAAAAAABAA/mIGN2jUCJzE/s1600-h/1113.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="111" border="0" alt="111" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAvE2zdds6I/AAAAAAAABAE/SP26ncFZm6c/111_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="274" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>I am in love with this old bicycle. I want it. It’s overwhelmingly charming, almost functional, and has cache. I get goose bumps looking at it. It’s as if we were once lovers and just happened to bump into one another haphazardly... it’s alluring (still). Chipped paint no matter. Minor rust spots transform into character marks and noisy gears seem endearing. Does anyone else have a fixation on transport such as this? I cannot be alone in my love for old resurfaced castaway items from the past. Items just waiting to be captured, updated (perhaps) and put back into use. </p> <p>Bicycles are an excellent mode of transport. Where I live, they are highly controversial, but still an excellent way of transporting one’s self. This particular bicycle welcomes the type of person not afraid of wearing an old pair of chinos with the legs rolled up… maybe with a well worn  tee shirt or well taken care of (but also well worn) button down and pair of bucks. This isn’t the type of bike you wear designer high tech spandex (and thank goodness). No, not at all. It’s the type of bicycle that welcomes you to slow down a bit, to pay attention and enjoy the journey. </p> <p>What or whom would you put in your sidecar? </p> <p>When I see this bike I want to ride it up and down the street of of a town where time has been forgotten. I have visions of Italy, France, Spain, even Argentina. </p> <p>For the moment, it remains categorized on my list known as “drool,” waiting patiently to be explored. Someday, you might see me riding it up and down the streets of Sausalito! </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-72253670082552496872010-06-05T12:05:00.001-07:002010-06-06T09:07:41.466-07:00Chocolate Chip Cookies and Grgich Hills Zin!<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAqf-XG515I/AAAAAAAAA_g/Kx4BwBwEKCU/s1600-h/005%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="005" border="0" alt="005" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAqf-n4QExI/AAAAAAAAA_k/PDeiRkrwMwk/005_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAqf_Kz9LnI/AAAAAAAAA_o/79g0pWdw9Gs/s1600-h/002%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="002" border="0" alt="002" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAqf_7X5BZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/YOWl0ZNlfrA/002_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Can I just tell you how much I love chocolate chip cookies? </p> <p>A lot!!!</p> <p>Chocolate chip cookies are to me what dreams are made of. They’re enough to take you back to your childhood and can change your demeanor instantaneously. Like me, I imagine for most, the smell and first bite of a warm (or nearly too hot) cookie is like a ticket to unadulterated nostalgia! They’re the perfect combination of ingredients, they’re easy to make, and I’ve never met a soul that doesn’t like them.</p> <p>When I smell freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, I instantly think of my grandmother’s kitchen. I used to have the recipe memorized. Nestle Toll House chocolate chip cookies is what she made (and what my sister and I learned how to make). I still make them. Nestle has made it oh so easy to do so (the recipe is on the back of the chips bag). Sometimes I change chocolates and even make my own “chips,” but I rarely deviate from the recipe in any other way. I might add more vanilla if I’m feeling particularly daring. Why change a good thing?! </p> <p>I made a batch of chocolate chip cookies the other day for houseguests. Nicolas loved them and so did Jan. We had them for dessert after dinner. Nicolas had his with his favorite non-alcoholic juice. Jan and I had them with one of mine: a glorious 2007 Grgich Hills Zinfandel. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAqgAJYT9CI/AAAAAAAAA_w/JWNUIRcWFqg/s1600-h/003%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="003" border="0" alt="003" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAqgAagdshI/AAAAAAAAA_0/MZbubNxrhfI/003_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAqgBMerVtI/AAAAAAAAA_4/HnsYZdtD6SA/s1600-h/001%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="001" border="0" alt="001" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAqgBUvXBPI/AAAAAAAAA_8/4GlaiSKoarA/001_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-40860147101469845802010-06-02T23:00:00.000-07:002010-06-02T23:42:36.482-07:00Canelé de Bordeaux<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAdM17pplmI/AAAAAAAAA-0/w9CJmh8bzbQ/s1600/IMG_0362.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAdM17pplmI/AAAAAAAAA-0/w9CJmh8bzbQ/s320/IMG_0362.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478431961148659298" /></a><br /><br />Canelé de Bordeaux are truly scrumptious! They are among the most amazing little mortal pleasures you could ever hope for. They have a hard burnt sugar outer shell and a cake-like moist custard inner consistency. The combination of their respective outer and inner make the Canelé de Bordeaux a complimentary culinary treasure.<br /><br />I've found that our local Patisserie chain, La Boulange, makes them just as perfect as I've found anywhere. Their website is www.laboulangebakery.com. They have stores all over the bay area now and surprisingly enough, manage to maintain authenticity within their product line (a rarity when expansion of this level takes place). I'm particularly fond of the location where I first had a Canelé... the Pine Street location in Pacific Heights, but frequent the one in Mill Valley more often as it's closer to me.<br /><br />Should you find yourself yearning for a treat developed hundreds of years ago; one that maintains it's authenticity and stands alone, try a Canelé de Bordeaux! I think you'll be pleasantly surprised by the taste, texture and pleasure gained by doing so.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAdN2uIntcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/d4kBwZGq6B4/s1600/IMG_0363.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAdN2uIntcI/AAAAAAAAA_U/d4kBwZGq6B4/s320/IMG_0363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478433074211960258" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-28865200664756982962010-05-29T08:11:00.001-07:002010-05-29T10:55:47.326-07:00Far Niente Chardonnay<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAEusoc9fcI/AAAAAAAAA88/mO7_lzMyaKI/s1600-h/IMG_03112.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_0311" border="0" alt="IMG_0311" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAEuszklAzI/AAAAAAAAA9A/cDhb8TmlKUc/IMG_0311_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAEutdWypnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/xqSJwOFfKKY/s1600-h/IMG_03122.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="IMG_0312" border="0" alt="IMG_0312" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAEutusQ0BI/AAAAAAAAA9I/j3VYjAUS-wA/IMG_0312_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>I’ve found THE Chardonnay for all of you Chardonnay lovers! I have to admit, I rarely purchase white wine. However, when dinner guest Sherae Q. accepted her invitation, I asked if she had a preference in wine and she expressed her preference for <i>white wine</i>. I really hadn’t thought too much about it until I realized that I didn’t have any white wine at home. I enlisted a fellow wine-loving  friend to make suggestions and ventured out. </p> <p>My choice for the evening: 2007 Far Niente Chardonnay. A special wine for a special occasion and special guest. I wasn’t surprised that it was good; in fact I expected it to be great - what I didn’t expect was to be blown away. It was absolutely amazing (and I don’t drink Chardonnay, but I may start now). </p> <p>Sherae Q. seemed pleased, which in turn pleased me. Another night of entertaining with a guest I haven’t seen for almost… 5 years! It was wonderful re-connecting with Sherae Q. sharing simple food while listening to Nouvelle Vague and enjoying a local selection!</p> <p>Robert Parker says this about Far Niente’s 2007 Chardonnay Estate: “Far Niente’s beautiful <b>2007 Chardonnay Estate </b>offers up copious aromas of lemon blossoms, poached pears, and brioche, crisp acidity, a hint of tropical fruits, a greenish-light gold color, and medium to full-bodied, elegant, pure flavors. It should drink well for 3-4 years.” He gave the 2007 a score of 91/100 – not bad! </p> <p>Check them out: <a href="http://www.farniente.com">http://www.farniente.com</a>, or visit them! I plan on making a visit later this week and wine report back if I feel “inspired.” </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-74376032751458353302010-05-28T20:02:00.001-07:002010-05-28T20:02:36.790-07:00Wine, Cheese and Nibbly Things<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TACDyK-o-EI/AAAAAAAAA80/Vb7v2YNxcgw/s1600-h/IMG_0324%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0324" border="0" alt="IMG_0324" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TACDy3adaUI/AAAAAAAAA84/3556f23ivB8/IMG_0324_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="279" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>Isn’t it true that some of life’s greatest treasures are also some of the most simple? The only thing I like more than being entertained is entertaining! Spring is here (finally) and more guests are coming… bring it on I say, there’s room for another!</p> <p>Having a little get together doesn’t have to be a carefully planned orchestration. Sometimes all it takes is a wedge of cheese, organic berries from the farmer’s market, a few olives, a little salami or other dry cured meat, a sliced bread choice, maybe some other nibbles if desired, and a choice wine! I find that if I keep it simple, I entertain more. This makes me happy, so I keep doing it this way. Why not, it works for me?! </p> <p>I was thrilled to have Gigi M. come for a visit on Sunday. Once again we spent hours taking about everything under the sun and  laughing until it hurt. I can’t wait for her return visit and for our Summer soiree, which I know she will love. She will once again be the life of the party!</p> <p>Sharing laughter, food, & wine with those you love and care for makes life worth living! I treasure and cherish these moments. Fortunately, so do my friends. </p> <p>Cheers! </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-37232863727698981232010-05-27T06:03:00.001-07:002010-05-27T07:29:52.096-07:00Mariage Frères<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_5t3w16PcI/AAAAAAAAA8c/6XFQ7BEITIA/s1600-h/mariagedefrere%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="mariagedefrere" border="0" alt="mariagedefrere" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_5t4qWXZNI/AAAAAAAAA8g/D3QzSXuL2vU/mariagedefrere_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>When thinking of Paris, my mind eventually focuses on three things: culture, art, and food. She is a city busting at her respective seams saturated by the weight of her own magnitude, and yet, I realize she reaches <em>far </em>beyond just these three. There is so much significance, so many incredible beauties to be experienced, and endless extravagances to be had. It can be overwhelming at times. I have had to make note of all of the intricacies and parts I’ve managed to fall in love with in an effort to remember them all! Paris is a city that is hard to capture. </p> <p>Colorful is a visual term in most respects, but for most, extends beyond the obvious. You hear, “oh what a colorful person,” for example and know immediately what that means. Paris is a “colorful” city in every sensory respect. It’s colorful in that wide range of “flavor-emotion” as well. Anyone who has been to Paris will probably make point of telling you of their experiences with any number of culinary masterpieces had. </p> <p>One of the less obvious things that I remember and long for when thinking of Paris is tea. Not just any tea, but <b>Mariage Frères </b>tea. This tea is an admitted extravagance I allow myself time to time when longing for Paris. It is SO worth it. Check out their webpage for more information: <a href="http://www.mariagefreres.com">http://www.mariagefreres.com</a>, or find a retailer that carries them and try it! If you insist on thanking me later, you can send me your empty tins!</p> <p>Hint: Paulette on Hayes Street in San Francisco (you won’t be disappointed)…</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-90773350820536360112010-05-26T08:05:00.001-07:002010-05-26T08:35:00.103-07:00Spring?!<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_04q6ajWWI/AAAAAAAAA7c/MoYOwNmvRvw/s1600-h/DSC01191%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01191" border="0" alt="DSC01191" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_04rKMOAVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/CErUj8952yk/DSC01191_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="122" height="179" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_04r3MWrpI/AAAAAAAAA7k/XQjvYNb1GRY/s1600-h/DSC01217%5B13%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01217" border="0" alt="DSC01217" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_04sRih7NI/AAAAAAAAA7o/OdHD6L7ivDI/DSC01217_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="126" height="189" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_04tTH8QqI/AAAAAAAAA7s/JEZ26bUWU_Q/s1600-h/DSC01189%5B12%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01189" border="0" alt="DSC01189" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_04ttAkXiI/AAAAAAAAA70/Yyx_zV9xEx4/DSC01189_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="113" height="179" /></a> </p> <p>“Where’s the sun,” is something I must have heard a dozen times yesterday, followed by, “it’s almost June,” and, “is it <em>really </em>Spring?! It <em>is </em>Spring, it really<em> is</em>, and for the time being, it’s just <em>still </em>raining…</p> <p>I’m looking out my windows as I write this and the sun is beginning to show herself behind the heavily fog-blanketed hillside to the East. For the moment, the drizzle has stopped. It really <em>is</em> an odd Spring and yes it’s true, that by this time in the calendar year we tend to be farther along; realizing a higher incidence of sunshine, warmer temperatures, and drier realities. No matter however; Spring will arrive with greater anticipation & appreciation this year, which will in turn, make our respective waiting & wanting even <em>more </em>worth it!</p> <p>I love the Spring. The transition of what feels like “monsoon season” in Sausalito nears an end, and the beauty of sun-filled, gentle-wind days begin to surface. No more sprints to and from the car in an effort to stay dry or “I hope the boat isn’t leaking somewhere we aren’t aware” moments. The “checked” emotion of glee returns with child-like enthusiasm as does the reality of why it is that we live here surrounded by such beauty. Soon we’ll be sailing with friends, having cocktails on-board, and dining outdoors again! I can barely wait! </p> <p>Stay positive! Change is coming (albeit a little more slowly than we’d like). It won’t be long before we’re basking in the ever-reminding glow of the sun, not remembering our lengthy bout with extended wet realities. The windows and doors will be wide open allowing fresh air to flow through our living spaces, as laughter permeates within them. Even the curtains will dance in excitement knowing that we will be enjoying the firsts of many mojitos, caipirinhas, and glasses of sangria to come, with old friends next to new, living <strong><em>the sweet life, </em></strong>together!</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-87143502481730722282010-05-24T16:15:00.001-07:002010-05-25T07:29:21.133-07:00Santa Maria Novella<p><b><i>Santa Maria Novella</i></b> (the Officina Profumo-Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella) is a product line that maintains the ability to transport you from a state of ordinary existence to an entirely different reality. Their time honored methodologies have been in production since the 16<sup>th</sup> Century, many of which are exactly as they were when first introduced. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_sIgnsUo-I/AAAAAAAAA68/P4IITrMi_6A/s1600-h/078%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="078" border="0" alt="078" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_sIhEHlEsI/AAAAAAAAA7A/YXeQF-ouSFg/078_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="174" height="260" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_sIhjU1HpI/AAAAAAAAA7E/j9p4BVI70_c/s1600-h/079%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="079" border="0" alt="079" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_sIiFgeQjI/AAAAAAAAA7I/VyaAkXdmOpA/079_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" height="264" /></a> </p> <p><b><i>Santa Maria Novella</i></b> is a very special place. Located on Via Delle Scala (16) in Florence, the well-established namesake has a fiercely loyal and demanding clientele base. I was lucky enough to be introduced to this gem of a product a few years ago while shopping for holiday gifts and have forever been envious and wanting for their wares. Everything they produce is gorgeous. The deeply musk-like medieval elixirs, hair and scalp and skin care products, oral and dental products and especially their “antique preparations,” are all so <i>very </i>tasteful (and tastefully packaged). </p> <p>They have wonderfully crafted soaps, beautiful candles, a series of deep colognes; a potpourri that even I can love, and other age-old items like rose petal water. They offer various creams & lotions for every body area and scented burning papers that come in tiny little deep-red colored boxes. </p> <p>What’s not to love about an establishment started by Florentine Monks over 600 years ago?! Definitely <em>Old School.</em></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_sIioIyOtI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Jjl9-YPKAM0/s1600-h/077%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="077" border="0" alt="077" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_sIjbY5hMI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Gc-rQDDkqW8/077_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="258" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_sIjqYRr9I/AAAAAAAAA7U/dOWHBXmo4LA/s1600-h/076%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="076" border="0" alt="076" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_sIkCehenI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/y9bnDPrbXxo/076_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="186" height="276" /></a> </p> <p>Check out <b><i>Santa Maria Novella</i></b> online @ <cite><a href="http://www.lafcony.com">www.lafcony.com</a> </cite>or seek them out. One shop that carries a large representation of their production is Vintage Home in Saint Helena. <strong><em>Santa Maria Novella </em></strong>has stores in Los Angeles, New York, Dallas, and Bal Harbor. I’m hoping one will open in San Francisco soon! </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-29700381211917589952010-05-22T05:19:00.001-07:002010-05-22T05:19:58.917-07:00Traveling (not) from afar.<p>Sometimes travel lies not only within the act of physically relocating one’s self to another land; travel can achieved through the ability of transport <em>via one’s imagination</em>. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fLwtICwsI/AAAAAAAAA58/RKvV3sgbLco/s1600-h/1%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="1" border="0" alt="1" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fLxYDJPjI/AAAAAAAAA6A/sFRAfZCPcr8/1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fLyMnfBFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/F_FNzve_Jco/s1600-h/2%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="2" border="0" alt="2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fLyiKGhDI/AAAAAAAAA6I/XDWvtsmAoPQ/2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>I am forever moved to another time, place, and space now long past, when I see certain photographic images. Stumbling across old favorites, forgotten unsung heroes, and other’s seen through (a now) more experienced eye is like re-visiting via time travel. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL0bwesYI/AAAAAAAAA6M/o5xbHl-a1L8/s1600-h/3%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="3" border="0" alt="3" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL05LrrgI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/pg2nN8XjfkU/3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL1nt_xQI/AAAAAAAAA6U/-c0xgXxO2-g/s1600-h/4%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="4" border="0" alt="4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL2cD5Q8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/nzwgW6LSuro/4_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Child’s play and make-believe conjure up strong images and feelings if we apply them. Are there other’s that can still remember specific scenarios from their distant past? Scenarios invented with a vivid imagination in an effort to create a change from something it was, to the something we hoped it was? Can you see the imagery seen only by you when you think hard? </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL25QOHrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/NCIATNKzjCM/s1600-h/5%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="5" border="0" alt="5" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL3cdabpI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Bhc1hclNSM4/5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL37HaFqI/AAAAAAAAA6k/4iTCMv2r8sk/s1600-h/6%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="6" border="0" alt="6" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL4vZVbPI/AAAAAAAAA6o/lnvuydUJ2dA/6_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>The act of filming is a capture of emotion, albeit different, via another route altogether. When I see these images, I remember exactly where I was when I took them, the time of day, the climate, smell within the air, and what I was to do after. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL5mW3xzI/AAAAAAAAA6s/iAiJ7pRhlA4/s1600-h/7%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="7" border="0" alt="7" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL6BXVu7I/AAAAAAAAA6w/JLfRYdoZ2r0/7_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL68alt8I/AAAAAAAAA60/_k5IXXE8mHc/s1600-h/8%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="8" border="0" alt="8" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_fL7dqUQiI/AAAAAAAAA64/iXXDcxLNkBo/8_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>I took these completely unnoticed while hanging out a bookstore window while traveling some 6,000 miles away from home, and yet it as if I were there right now, once more, snapping them. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-49716370963884874772010-05-21T07:42:00.001-07:002010-05-21T13:49:39.046-07:00Ma(i)sonry [mey-suh-n-ree]<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aalW3SusI/AAAAAAAAA4c/gqROg4tkjkE/s1600-h/0945.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="094" border="0" alt="094" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aanfZVzfI/AAAAAAAAA4g/Vmzo3zvn8OY/094_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="265" height="155" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aarjj8wGI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Ov_Ii5YYR-8/s1600-h/1116.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="111" border="0" alt="111" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aatusMd9I/AAAAAAAAA4o/9XVZKhLMXS0/111_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="122" height="159" /></a> <em>Can I just tell you how much of a treat it is to visit and enjoy Ma(i)sonry?! May I Please? Read on…</em></p> <p>Last week I stumbled across a review of Ma(i)sonry, which was painted as a destination for art and wine housed in a historical old stone house. Liking all three very much, I decided to make a point of paying them a visit to see for myself.  Monday, a friend invited me to lunch and we headed for the wine country for a slower pace and to try a restaurant on our “list.”It seemed only logical to visit Ma(i)sonry while in the immediate area, and so we did. Now we’re now talking of returning – and soon.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aawjgg7ZI/AAAAAAAAA4s/9onKBZmOB3o/s1600-h/0885.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="088" border="0" alt="088" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aayiDCI4I/AAAAAAAAA4w/v38tRzXOi7o/088_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="192" height="247" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aa3zGCMII/AAAAAAAAA40/kq0oer7hy9U/s1600-h/0907.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="090" border="0" alt="090" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aa7E0QxCI/AAAAAAAAA44/59OAnGE_LGU/090_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="233" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aa_Z_Ic7I/AAAAAAAAA48/ish9NmVpTC0/s1600-h/0914.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="091" border="0" alt="091" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abBpV1yRI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mv3WxY5lqTY/091_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="191" height="247" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abGzKp50I/AAAAAAAAA5E/jlxg9xPz9LQ/s1600-h/0922.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="092" border="0" alt="092" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abMWvGuXI/AAAAAAAAA5I/O7CB5sRXwF8/092_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>I mean it when I say, “I’m still wowed by the experience.” This establishment is sensual; everything is perfect - they need not change a thing! I’ve added it to my, “what makes me really happy list,” as it’s really <em>that good</em>. We sat upstairs in gorgeous leather chairs within the gallery, enjoying our flight of wines from Brown Estate, while contemplating the perils and pleasures of love, life and… let’s just say we didn’t want to leave. Sadly, we had other obligations and had to, but we will be back - to finish where we left off, or to start anew (does it really matter?) </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abP75N2tI/AAAAAAAAA5M/MLY1CUHZ8iY/s1600-h/1102.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="110" border="0" alt="110" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abS4Iet5I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/eYDPRNoV2Tw/110_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abXJd9lKI/AAAAAAAAA5U/iaOPuVmRbRk/s1600-h/0982.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="098" border="0" alt="098" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abZwlZlUI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/F1dnR33rV9U/098_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abdyCSZ4I/AAAAAAAAA5c/JIGfSKa5-Vg/s1600-h/1112.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="111" border="0" alt="111" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abhuR55NI/AAAAAAAAA5g/YhWLMFOjSmc/111_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_ablM3MN2I/AAAAAAAAA5k/RS0QPsle9Z4/s1600-h/1082.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="108" border="0" alt="108" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_aboDUbp1I/AAAAAAAAA5o/5XVf3RSrJnE/108_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a></p> <p>Ma(i)sonry is definitely worth making  a visit to see. Whether or not you live in the area or are planning to visit, should you find yourself within say oh… 500 miles of them, you must go! </p> <p>Of note: Yountville is (now) a culinary masterpiece of a town.  Keller has made a name for himself here and now has 3 restaurants (his most famous being French Laundry). So has Chiarello with Bottega. There a few choice hotels (special places) to stay, not to mention dozens of world-class wineries everywhere you look! It might be a smaller town, but is not to be overlooked. As the old cliché goes, “small things come in big packages.” Why not plan a mini-vacation and escape from it all?</p> <p>You can find Ma(i)sonry online at: <a href="http://www.maisonry.com">www.maisonry.com</a> for more information about them, or just to scour their beautiful offerings and for wine education – everything is for sale and for the taking!</p> <p> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_absdICv0I/AAAAAAAAA5s/7EKfwAnxfnc/s1600-h/0962.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="096" border="0" alt="096" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abujK91zI/AAAAAAAAA5w/fqzUKZCxtEw/096_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a>  <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_abxWJuWEI/AAAAAAAAA50/T9h0AlzyCkU/s1600-h/1092.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="109" border="0" alt="109" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_ab1QlEEaI/AAAAAAAAA54/BRO2wRVHL-Y/109_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> (thank you)</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_ablM3MN2I/AAAAAAAAA5k/RS0QPsle9Z4/s1600-h/1082.jpg"></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-87490135323065643982010-05-20T07:13:00.001-07:002010-05-20T07:31:52.921-07:00C’est Cheese…<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_VDcs8s39I/AAAAAAAAA30/rJa02hifY8o/s1600-h/DSC012371.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01237" border="0" alt="DSC01237" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_VDdHWFWhI/AAAAAAAAA34/PoH31sAlfPo/DSC01237_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="403" height="330" /></a> <p>Would you believe me if I told you that I can still smell this particular shop? The ripe & pungent odor of a properly stocked cheese venue is not one easily forgotten. The scent lingers; sometimes longer & sometimes shorter than a previous experience. It depends. It’s one of those examples of sensory overload of which the olfactory sense wins hands down. I have to admit however, the <em>sight</em> of all of those multicolored, carefully- stacked & artfully-placed selections of “edible art” take a very close second to their collaborative <em>scent</em>! Just being in a cheese shop with such variety makes me happy. I can look, smell, touch, examine and study the variety of cheese all while conjuring up sets of ideas of where I can utilize them (and how). The possibilities <em>are </em>endless, they truly are!<a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_VDdialREI/AAAAAAAAA38/JKHIKefLBfU/s1600-h/DSC012361.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01236" border="0" alt="DSC01236" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_VDeNmzM4I/AAAAAAAAA4A/1yoSMd1IYw8/DSC01236_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="414" height="260" /></a></p> <p>Going to a “Fromagerie,” is almost like going to an apothecary. There’s a certain mysteriousness to it. The act of transforming milk, from whatever animal derived, into something else so vastly different from its origin, is intriguing.  Don’t you agree?</p> <p>There are hundreds (perhaps thousands) of different cheeses to try. The joy of the “Fromagerie,” is the variety of options before you. An authentic shop will have both a much greater variety of the <em>obscure</em> as well as a selection of more recognizable options from which to choose. Be brave, step outside your comfort level. Try something new.  Perhaps try the Morbier. It has a layer of vegetable ash in the middle (most think it is a “blue” vein) or my favorite, Old Amsterdam – it’s gorgeous. Skip the Brie and Camembert, they’re boring. If you must play it safe, try the Saint Andre. Like mushrooms? How about Champignon. Into rich blues? Cambozola is a tried and true (not very exotic) triple cream blue that’s very appealing, attractive, and almost-affordable. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_VDemO9uAI/AAAAAAAAA4E/hRMovdT6z3A/s1600-h/DSC012384.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01238" border="0" alt="DSC01238" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_VDez6aPAI/AAAAAAAAA4I/13I-DY2SidY/DSC01238_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="406" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>I hold a very special attachment to cheese. Like the ever-crusty loaf, the deep, full-bodied red and choice rich dark chocolate, cheese is sacred. Do you share my same love for cheese? </p> <p>I’m interested in knowing what cheeses other people call favorites. What do you serve/pair them with? Does anyone else love fig preserves with Gouda? Am I the only one that can snack on a triangle of Parmigiano-Reggiano and not realize it’s gone before it… is?!  What about Raclette?! What cheese(s) do you put in your fondue?! </p> <p>By the way…if you’re close to San Francisco, the 24th Street Cheese Company is my favorite. They have a fantastic representation, a really nice (and knowledgeable) staff, and it feels like it’s been there forever. Also, Cow Girl Creamery has a true-to-form selection of almost everything you could hope for. Their display cases are stunning! I know there are others; I just have to discover them. Anyone care to join me for an outing?</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_VDfnq4TDI/AAAAAAAAA4M/8BSWBnJ_wrg/s1600-h/DSC012466.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01246" border="0" alt="DSC01246" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_VDf46kVRI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/iT6aZnuoeM0/DSC01246_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="398" height="200" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-23499509242575567312010-05-19T08:00:00.001-07:002010-05-20T17:33:12.907-07:00the Artisan Bakery<p>Tell me, am I the only one that slows his pace long enough to make imaginary eye contact with that perfectly formed, golden & crusty loaf of “whatever it’s called,” <i>just </i>before passing by? Do you know what I’m speaking of? The one that’s always stretched out like a model on a chaise lounge within the basket, the one next to one o’clock beside the slightly too-sour small-ish loaf that’s just a little too pale to move? If not, pay attention – the game is on. It’s better to arrive early knowing exactly what you want or you might risk taking off with more than you should. You know what I’m talking about. There are consequences. Of special note:  the Sour Cherry Clafoutis is off the hook… and usually gone by eleven.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_P88IXXmLI/AAAAAAAAA3c/V8nqlzXAFZU/s1600-h/DSC012424.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01242" border="0" alt="DSC01242" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_P88rEy9fI/AAAAAAAAA3g/iokDuFYPFuk/DSC01242_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="415" height="216" /></a> </p> <p>How I love to love the Epi at noon, the Pain au Levain at two, the skinny non-sour Baguette at three, and whatever else is left just after four. I am by nature, fairly picky, but willing to sacrifice my desire of the specific for something new when it comes to the carbohydrate heaven known within the artisan bakery. Call me crazy. Nothing makes me bite my lip more than the deeply scored outer surface of the perfectly formed Batard.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_P89TeAD2I/AAAAAAAAA3k/Y-oiKK-LivY/s1600-h/DSC012444.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01244" border="0" alt="DSC01244" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_P898JX8TI/AAAAAAAAA3o/8qUPFYqcaLY/DSC01244_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="417" height="204" /></a> </p> <p>Where else can you fantasize about Madeleine’s and Earl Grey and of Proust or of Financier’s, Palmier’s, or of Canele de Bordeaux? Can you tell how much I enjoy distraction? The tiny hazelnut shortbread and chocolate-dipped anise biscotti conveniently placed next to the black and white checkerboard butter cookies or raspberry thumbprints (powdered ever so lightly) with confectioner’s sugar?! Dare I say, “I’ll take one of each?”</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_P8-d6SncI/AAAAAAAAA3s/pF4UGY_tG1A/s1600-h/DSC012403.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01240" border="0" alt="DSC01240" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_P8-2W5Q3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/s01BYTa1CnM/DSC01240_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="337" height="260" /></a> </p> <p>I think I’ll stop now or I might actually plan a trip for a half dozen brioche within the hour.  I should however mention that carbohydrates, like sugar, “drink,” or any number of life’s more <em>worthy </em>sins, are meant to be enjoyed, within moderation of course, so go ahead…</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_XUxI1-qDI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xNjzXqtw-nc/s1600-h/DSC01245%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01245" border="0" alt="DSC01245" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_XUx5f9aKI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/BQepeZTCcIE/DSC01245_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="286" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-89326529501196559312010-05-18T23:23:00.001-07:002010-05-18T23:26:39.016-07:00Chi Chi<p>Chi Chi is not food, she’s clearly not wine, and she doesn’t have a passport, so travel is limited. She has however been blessed with incredible looks, charm, and the ability to win hearts over. She belongs to my friend Marianne who was kind enough to grant me permission to show her to everyone. I couldn’t resist. Take a look at this real-life champion! </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_OD3K4XXtI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Zp0eSMdAuDs/s1600-h/chichi%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="chichi" border="0" alt="chichi" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_OD3sWSQVI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/7-K-GaiXXEA/chichi_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="407" height="280" /></a> </p> <p>Signing off for the evening. Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post on, the Artisan Bakery! </p> <p>Good night.</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-77153539750933325712010-05-18T07:48:00.001-07:002010-05-18T13:53:58.166-07:00Panforte of Siena<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_Kox4mfX_I/AAAAAAAAA3M/EMkZfkdbzx4/s1600-h/DSC012473.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01247" border="0" alt="DSC01247" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_KoycomPUI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/sRpQBvWkvlA/DSC01247_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="291" height="222" /></a> </p> <p>Panforte is heaven. By definition, Panforte literally means “strong bread,” which accounts for it's spicy flavor. It’s a dense, fruitcake-like, candy resembling, honey cake that’s full of nuts and spices that is best served sliced very thin. Italians typically serve it after dinner with wine or port, or even coffee or tea. </p> <p>Traditionally a dessert prepared and served during the holidays, Panforte has grown to be one available and enjoyed, year around. In Siena, the Panforte capitol of the world, it is said to have seventeen ingredients; seventeen representing the number of contrades within the city walls. </p> <p>It is agreed that Panforte dates back to 13th Century Siena where Panforte was paid to the nuns an monks at local monasteries as a form of tax.  If only we could pay our tax obligations through food now! Imagine, quarterly taxes paid to the powers that be through the prowess of one’s baking skills. Only in Italy!</p> <p>The picture above is of a Panforte that I had the privilege of trying the day before yesterday, while out gallivanting through the city. I had a very small piece, and it was divine!</p> <p>Panforte is relatively easy to make. Try <em>my</em> recipe below. This is one that I’ve used a few times, altering bits and pieces to my liking. I think I may be done now. Feel free to experiment should you wish. Life is short… Enjoy! </p> <blockquote> <p><font size="4"><u>Panforte of Siena</u></font></p> </blockquote> <ul> <li>1 1//4 cup  hazelnuts, toasted and chopped. </li> <li>3/4 cup raw unsalted almonds, toasted and chopped. </li> <li>1 cup candied citron, finely sliced </li> <li>1 cup candied orange, finely sliced </li> <li>1 t. grated lime zest</li> <li>1 t. grated lemon zest </li> <li>1 t. grated orange zest </li> <li>1/2 cup all-purpose flour </li> <li>3 T. unsweetened cocoa powder </li> <li>1 t. cinnamon </li> <li>1/2 t. coriander </li> <li>1/2 t. ground cloves </li> <li>1/2 t. freshly grated nutmeg </li> <li>unsalted butter at room temperature </li> <li>2/3 cup honey </li> <li>2/3 cup sugar </li> <li>Confectioners' sugar </li> </ul> <p>Preheat oven to 300°F. </p> <p>In a large bowl, combine the nuts, candied fruits and zest,  flour, cocoa, and spices. Thoroughly mix. </p> <p>Butter a 9-inch spring form pan and line the bottom and sides of the pan with parchment. Butter the parchment and set aside. </p> <p>In a large saucepan, combine honey and butter. Bring to a boil. Let boil for a few minutes. Remove from heat and pour mixture over the nut mixture and mix. Fold mixture into the prepared pan form mixture into pan evenly.</p> <p>Bake 30-35 minutes. Cool until semi-hard and then remove sides of pan. Turn Panforte over, remove parchment, and dust with confectioners’ sugar prior to serving. </p> <p>Serves ~ 8</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-57315177360929344392010-05-17T06:47:00.001-07:002010-05-17T21:56:16.786-07:00Designer Mushrooms<p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI5IYatXI/AAAAAAAAA1U/WlLKVSKTenM/s1600-h/DSC012303.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01230" border="0" alt="DSC01230" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI5ufp-ZI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/AsZBcSekVzE/DSC01230_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="123" height="210" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI6DcVf8I/AAAAAAAAA1c/PBQ1RtKe0i8/s1600-h/DSC012323.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01232" border="0" alt="DSC01232" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI6gCftcI/AAAAAAAAA1g/MrOUSDDRBdQ/DSC01232_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="121" height="207" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI7KEn-6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/46bMirr_ZX8/s1600-h/DSC012333.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01233" border="0" alt="DSC01233" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI7ZlmTCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/tKLr_SzbAUE/DSC01233_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="121" height="207" /></a> </p> <p>San Francisco is no doubt a major player in the universe of the culinary arts scene. She’s proven herself worthy over and over of the type of acclaim previously reserved for larger, <em>older</em> cities, such as New York and Paris; yet she maintains her own identity.</p> <p>I am amazed at just <em>how</em> sophisticated San Francisco has become in the last few years. The metamorphosis of our epicurean community makes me proud. It seems everywhere you turn there is a new up and coming, culturally significant  representation of cuisine to explore.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI8IppgCI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8fBt8QeoqF4/s1600-h/DSC012343.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01234" border="0" alt="DSC01234" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI-Cb5v-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/3jR_GMJrfmM/DSC01234_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="399" height="155" /></a> </p> <p>Almost any ingredient you desire is available to you, and for the most part, readily. Gone are the days when exotic and unusual ingredients were available only in better restaurants and to “in-the-know foodies,” willing to travel oftentimes at length in an effort to acquire them. It seems everywhere you turn there is a broad selection of items once thought of as unusual luxuries, slowly making their way into the fibers of our everyday lives. It’s no wonder San Francisco has made a name for itself as being an International Food and Wine hot spot. </p> <p>One such ingredient or item is the mushroom, which has an amazing array of variety within its respective Fungi family. Mushrooms used to be limited in availability from a couple to a few different kinds, within the supermarket or produce vendor. If you wanted something “special,” you were limited to dried mushrooms that required reconstituting them in water in order for them to resemble something of their original state. Now, you have the option of choosing from many different kinds of mushrooms, fresh or even “live,” and can easily step outside your Fungi comfort level should you desire to and explore!. </p> <p><strong>Far West Fungi </strong>(<a href="http://www.farwestfungi.com">www.farwestfungi.com</a>) is one such retailer that encourages this. They are located within the Ferry Building in San Francisco. Their shop is filled with cultivated and wild mushrooms, as well as a variety of truffles, salts, oils, and various educational and instructional books for purchase. They often have upwards of 40 different kinds of locally cultivated and imported mushrooms to choose from. The Garrone Family operates this modest storefront that represents their farm in Moss Landing, and continues to remain active in bringing mushrooms to various farmers’ markets as they have been for over 25 years! </p> <p>All of the pictures represented here are shots taken from within the Ferry Building. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_Idyq_cxAI/AAAAAAAAA28/MxBdAVLsgiM/s1600-h/DSC01231%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01231" border="0" alt="DSC01231" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S_FI-8lz71I/AAAAAAAAA3A/pkqPgR-2uow/DSC01231_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="232" height="331" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-74239928893632673432010-05-16T09:06:00.001-07:002010-05-28T19:26:22.207-07:00The Prisoner, by Orin Swift<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAB7O3UzOkI/AAAAAAAAA8k/h-74OIsav2g/s1600-h/IMG_0310%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0310" border="0" alt="IMG_0310" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAB7QVYFGeI/AAAAAAAAA8o/iVS0VcCRQIk/IMG_0310_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAB7R60r8XI/AAAAAAAAA8s/TSqSDxy4Mic/s1600-h/IMG_0309%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG_0309" border="0" alt="IMG_0309" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/TAB7TD0g3vI/AAAAAAAAA8w/mfv7CZw86eg/IMG_0309_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>“The Prisoner,” is one of a handful of wines put out by Orin Swift Cellars: <a href="http://www.orinswift.com/wines/the_prisoner.php, ">http://www.orinswift.com/wines/the_prisoner.php, </a>located conveniently in Rutherford, California, a town “tied” as being my favorite in the Napa Valley with Saint Helena. Owner-winemaker Dave Phinney does an incredible job producing excellent wine and “The Prisoner,” is my personal favorite. The 2008 is a very welcoming red consisting of: 46% Zinfandel, 26% Cabernet Sauvignon, 15% Syrah, 10% Petite Sirah, 2% Charbono and 1% Grenache (approximates). </p> <p>My finding this gem of a wine was an unlikely story, but I’m so grateful I did. I stumbled across it at Plumpjack Wines in San Francisco:<a href="http://www.plumpjackwines.com/plumpjackwines/noe.aspx?loc=noe">http://www.plumpjackwines.com/plumpjackwines/noe.aspx?loc=noe</a>, en route to a housewarming party and was running terribly behind schedule. While double-parked on 24<sup>th</sup> Avenue, my intention was to run inside, buy a bottle of Champagne, and leave in a hurry. I managed to get in and out in about 5 minutes, not wanting to risk getting a whopper of a parking ticket (admittedly deserved), but left with 2 bottles of “The Prisoner,” on the recommendation of not one, but two, store employees. </p> <p>Don’t get me wrong, I love Champagne. But recommendations this severe rarely take place (at least in my world), so I decided to heed their advice and try something a bit less traditional to offer. The fact that the wine is called, “The Prisoner,” also left me smirking knowing full well that my friend, now the proud owner of a very tasteful house in the Dolores Park area, was more than tied down to it with a jumbo mortgage and was in essence, a prisoner, of his own demise. </p> <p>The wine, the house, the party – all huge successes, and I, the recipient of such good luck, got to leave knowing that my friend was beaming from ear to ear with joy!</p> <p>Check out their webpage. It too is gorgeous. I love it!</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-33719078711568083822010-05-15T18:50:00.001-07:002010-05-16T06:12:42.155-07:00Mount Tamalpais<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PC13SduI/AAAAAAAAAwk/CZXMBsa8IuE/s1600-h/DSC01141%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01141" border="0" alt="DSC01141" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PDbI-BtI/AAAAAAAAAwo/f5znLwAc-jE/DSC01141_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="126" height="157" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PDwapEHI/AAAAAAAAAws/YwiREt4ctVk/s1600-h/DSC01137%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01137" border="0" alt="DSC01137" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PEZxXRYI/AAAAAAAAAww/2gbsFpP5D1U/DSC01137_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="122" height="158" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PFKvh76I/AAAAAAAAAw0/gguPX222hNQ/s1600-h/DSC01226%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01226" border="0" alt="DSC01226" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PFippGzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/7JqnFCubRXs/DSC01226_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="119" height="156" /></a> </p> <p><strong>Mount Tamalpais</strong> (<a href="http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=471">http://www.parks.ca.gov/?page_id=471</a>) is the largest & closet recreation center to my home. I’ve spent hundreds of hours exploring this beast of a mountain and know it fairly well now. Exploration early in the morning, mid-day, and later than I’ve ever wished has yielded me some amazing almost-spiritual outdoor opportunities. I’ve been on it in rain and hail, when it is overcast, and in the sun. Every time, the experience is different. I’ve seen many deer, a bobcat, a fox, a few coyotes, a couple of hawks, an eagle, a few snakes, and hundreds of lizards, grasshoppers, dragonflies, slugs, caterpillars, and vermin. You never know what you’re going to see on Mt. Tam, which is the abbreviated name locals have given it. Be mindful when visiting for Mountain Lions and Rattlesnakes (I have yet to see either, but know they exist). Commonsense is advised when dealing with the unknown and unpredictable (or hungry). </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PGaXE-bI/AAAAAAAAAw8/Wl-aF9PRTNE/s1600-h/DSC01151%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01151" border="0" alt="DSC01151" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PG2EOx-I/AAAAAAAAAxA/xYfYw6IENvs/DSC01151_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="127" height="162" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PHfYJu9I/AAAAAAAAAxE/ByqXUFBn02g/s1600-h/DSC01150%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01150" border="0" alt="DSC01150" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PH-jhMkI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wYN0q8Mw7aE/DSC01150_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="122" height="158" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PITzBjeI/AAAAAAAAAxM/y2GQMVuPvsU/s1600-h/DSC01152%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01152" border="0" alt="DSC01152" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PI1CqDOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/r6zBUGjcW18/DSC01152_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="123" height="158" /></a> </p> <p>Much can be said about the benefits of being alone to think and ponder, but also to get cardiovascular activity. Of course, this can be done with a camera in tow, and memories of days past can be kept for review. All of the pictures here are from my hikes on Mt. Tam. I especially like it when it is very, very foggy. Being in the forest under these circumstances is mystical; almost magical, while listening to the various sounds from within, not knowing just exactly where they are coming from. It can be like another world, if you open your mind to it. I often think of great authors and poets of the past, wondering about the complexities of life on the mountain.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PJds5JlI/AAAAAAAAAxU/qdGz9qe4KGw/s1600-h/DSC01133%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01133" border="0" alt="DSC01133" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PKDQp_eI/AAAAAAAAAxY/azcetakQhvI/DSC01133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PKvVf2CI/AAAAAAAAAxc/fv2dbKUXyh0/s1600-h/DSC01135%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01135" border="0" alt="DSC01135" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PLDZHKJI/AAAAAAAAAxg/WVAYdXDbDJs/DSC01135_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PLsN8G0I/AAAAAAAAAxk/V_A1I8zcA6c/s1600-h/DSC01184%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01184" border="0" alt="DSC01184" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PL38jDeI/AAAAAAAAAxo/p4Qu1YGtaxE/DSC01184_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PMma9wOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Xif_cRNc7EA/s1600-h/DSC01185%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01185" border="0" alt="DSC01185" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PNkJgWqI/AAAAAAAAAx0/FO10-bNtVh0/DSC01185_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>There are many, many things to do on Mount Tamalpais, most of which include physical activity, but not all. Tucked into Mill Valley, Muir Beach, Stinson Beach and… the beast of a mountain is large, diverse, and screams for all sorts of attention. Camping can be had at Steep Ravine, Pan Toll, Alice Eastwood and maybe more settings. Day hikes and biking adventures can begin virtually anywhere and can be as easy (or challenging) as you wish for them to be. I prefer to start at the top of Alice Eastwood campground in the parking lot (it’s free) directly across from the Mountain Home Inn (810 Panoramic Highway, Mill Valley) when hiking. It’s less than 15 miles from the Golden Gate Bridge and easy to find. A lot of people drive to and park within Muir Woods, which presents an excellent array of gigantic old-growth Redwood trees to view. Their stunningly beautiful and also magnificent – some are HUGE. Another option is venturing up to Bootjack parking lot or to beyond that to Pan Toll. Others prefer parking at the base of Highway One at the bottom of the hill (after Pan Toll) before turning right into downtown Stinson Beach, or even parking at the beach within the parking lot there. There really is no right or wrong way, it’s all a matter of preference on where to begin and end your activities. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9POL-G8JI/AAAAAAAAAx4/8RtAAFXLJ0o/s1600-h/DSC01154%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01154" border="0" alt="DSC01154" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9POTkp1WI/AAAAAAAAAx8/wky-YLHbrMo/DSC01154_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PO96jRVI/AAAAAAAAAyA/wgVlvjfNSxE/s1600-h/DSC01155%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01155" border="0" alt="DSC01155" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PPMTx2oI/AAAAAAAAAyE/DMRbJli1gFo/DSC01155_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>For many, the Green Gulch Farm Zen Center is a draw. Check them out: <a href="http://www.sfzc.org/ggf/display.asp?catid=3&pageid=485">http://www.sfzc.org/ggf/display.asp?catid=3&pageid=485</a>. Their location is 1601 Shoreline Highway, in Muir Beach. The center is fantastic. They also have lodging options. The Pelican Inn: <a href="http://pelicaninn.com">http://pelicaninn.com</a> is located in the heart of Muir Beach, and is an excellent value. They have very special lodging options, a great dinner menu and a pub. We find ourselves there now and again for a spontaneous dinner, or just to get an order of proper fish and chips and a Guinness or glass of wine in the pub. A few blocks away is the actual beach (Muir Beach), which offers an option for beach goers (especially for those staying at the Pelican Inn or at Green Gulch Farm). It’s smaller than Stinson and less sandy, but equally as beautiful and oftentimes less crowded. Even farther up Shoreline Highway is Stinson Beach with a couple of motels, a small downtown with various shops and restaurants, and of course, the beach! I’ve stayed at the Redwoods Haus: <a href="http://www.stinson-beach.com/rooms.htm">http://www.stinson-beach.com/rooms.htm</a>, and thought it was great. It’s a funky little place with very good vibes and especially good pricing – it’s usually $55 or $65 a night and in the middle of “it all.”It was the perfect place to stay on <i>my weekend away</i>, many years ago when I lived on the Peninsula! The Sand Dollar is my favorite café in town for food: <a href="http://www.stinsonbeachrestaurant.com">www.stinsonbeachrestaurant.com</a>, and be sure not to miss the wonderful little bookstore, Stinson Beach Books, which has a lot more than just books to offer. </p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PPoqAvDI/AAAAAAAAAyI/wr644ffJKMk/s1600-h/DSC01221%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01221" border="0" alt="DSC01221" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PQJ-g7dI/AAAAAAAAAyM/upBCAuPUjqc/DSC01221_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PQo5WhtI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eb1zMt2yGqo/s1600-h/DSC01191%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01191" border="0" alt="DSC01191" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PRfClnzI/AAAAAAAAAyU/AbIaE9W1k1A/DSC01191_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PR0fDESI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_r0JyXSobIc/s1600-h/DSC01228%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01228" border="0" alt="DSC01228" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-9PSfxwBxI/AAAAAAAAAyc/CW5Aei9kW1M/DSC01228_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="373" height="194" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-90212566250471879482010-05-15T17:16:00.001-07:002010-05-15T19:09:39.642-07:00Food and Wine and Travel<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85Rk7XmKI/AAAAAAAAAvs/n_FVTHnxyV8/s1600-h/DSC01189%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01189" border="0" alt="DSC01189" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85ScEklCI/AAAAAAAAAvw/UvAR_QxTxUc/DSC01189_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="178" height="227" /></a> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85TfZgz8I/AAAAAAAAAv0/Cb4OKAUiJJE/s1600-h/DSC01190%5B5%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01190" border="0" alt="DSC01190" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85UEhJPUI/AAAAAAAAAv4/yQfLQ0hUw3k/DSC01190_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="177" height="226" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85VHteq4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/k2T5PHh1aZU/s1600-h/DSC01212%5B11%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01212" border="0" alt="DSC01212" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85V-YUzII/AAAAAAAAAwA/SF1gzp5IkKw/DSC01212_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" height="252" /></a> </p> <p><font color="#000000" size="3">After 20 blog postings I have decided that it is time to truly pick a blog topic! What better than Food and Wine and Travel?!</font></p> <p><font color="#000000" size="3">There are so many things stirring in my mind so often, I find it difficult to focus on just one. So instead of limiting myself completely, I have decided to focus on three..</font></p> <p><font color="#000000" size="3">For the immediate time being, I will focus mostly on Food and Wine and intersperse my posts with local and semi-local venues.  Northern California has MUCH to offer in all areas mentioned above, and many are close to me. I will write about my favorite areas and places to eat and drink, shop, relax, explore and most importantly, enjoy! </font></p> <p><font color="#000000" size="3">Stay tuned for much to come. International travel is in the not too distant future.. which means even greater diversity to discover with me as I move about the globe eating and drinking and…. living the Sweet Life..</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85W_xByyI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QQ3ZtXX--cU/s1600-h/DSC01213%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01213" border="0" alt="DSC01213" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85XWq2XoI/AAAAAAAAAwI/YsE6xAGWtm8/DSC01213_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85YSy9YOI/AAAAAAAAAwM/OnuapBHTl5s/s1600-h/DSC01225%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01225" border="0" alt="DSC01225" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85ZRh7HwI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/hIfT9U4nUCE/DSC01225_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85bw7g-5I/AAAAAAAAAwc/fdALoDWR3GM/s1600-h/DSC01217%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01217" border="0" alt="DSC01217" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85cUhbcfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/p2hplLqBHg8/DSC01217_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85abSQxiI/AAAAAAAAAwU/veIzyqkT_rU/s1600-h/DSC01214%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="DSC01214" border="0" alt="DSC01214" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-85bHWBHUI/AAAAAAAAAwY/IZ494GZSiTo/DSC01214_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-29722303591731606942010-05-14T23:51:00.001-07:002010-05-14T23:54:50.558-07:00Calissons d’Aix en Provence<p>Calissons are one of my most favorite “very old sweet things” in this world. They rank right up there with the decadent collection of chocolates from “La Maison du Chocolate” & caramels with sea salt from “Recchiuti Confections.” They <i>really are</i> that good! I had my first Calisson at the most amazing specialty food and candy store (which is sadly, no longer in business) in Harvard Square in Cambridge, Massachusetts. I don’t remember the name of the store, but do remember that it was near “Dewey, Cheatem & Howe”, and my memory of the store and its layout remain strong despite my forgetting the name of it. </p> <p>I also remember my first Calisson. It was a perfectly shaped diamond-like delight, individually wrapped and somewhat soft. I remember! I bought it, left the store and went on my way. It wasn’t until later that day that I remembered I had purchased it. It was immediately consumed and I have been addicted ever since. If you have yet to experience a Calisson, you must. </p> <p>Calissons are a specialty of Aix en Provence, made from blanched almonds, preserved fruits including: candied orange peels, candied cantaloupe and cavaillon melon, on top of a paper thin wafer or host, and topped with a royal icing! They are meant to be moist and somewhat chewy, and make an excellent accompaniment to tea. </p> <p>The history of Calissons began in 1454 when Jeanne de Laval, a much younger bride remembered as never seen smiling as a result of her fate, married King Rene. It was evidently known that she was not at all excited at her prospect of marrying the King, he being so much older; nor was she excited about being his second wife. It was then at their wedding dinner, that she smiled, after having tasted the divine creation of what would later be named, the Calisson, and her world became better! </p> <p>Behold the power of the Calissons! </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-5EZkBb2OI/AAAAAAAAAus/N1x2ihaklMw/s1600-h/800px-Calisson%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="800px-Calisson" border="0" alt="800px-Calisson" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-5EZ76MtaI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Py1Cfw-0bNE/800px-Calisson_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="239" height="144" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-5Eajxv6wI/AAAAAAAAAu0/uwqr7VC9rbs/s1600-h/aix%5B4%5D.png"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="aix" border="0" alt="aix" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-5EayAUtVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/ELh53LJr5KE/aix_thumb%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="148" height="161" /></a></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-88125898253719489802010-05-13T19:04:00.001-07:002010-05-15T16:34:38.435-07:00The Flower<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-8vV0Zw_LI/AAAAAAAAAvc/zlruHud3vAE/s1600-h/DSC01143%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="DSC01143" border="0" alt="DSC01143" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-8vWw05zPI/AAAAAAAAAvg/c48Xq-YLeGY/DSC01143_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="142" height="186" /></a> </p> <p>Once in a golden hour</p> <p>I cast to earth a seed.</p> <p>Up there came a flower,</p> <p>The people said, a weed.</p> <p>To and fro they went</p> <p>Thro’ my garden-bower,</p> <p>And muttering discontent</p> <p>Cursed me and my flower.</p> <p>Then it grew so tall</p> <p>It wore a crown of light,</p> <p>But thieves from o’er the wall</p> <p>Stole the seed by night.</p> <p>Sow’d it far and wide</p> <p>By every town and tower. </p> <p>Till all the people cried,</p> <p>Splendid is the flower.</p> <p>Read my little fable:</p> <p>He that runs may read.</p> <p>Most can raise the flowers now,</p> <p>For all have got the seed.</p> <p>And some are pretty enough,</p> <p>And some are poor indeed;</p> <p>And now again the people</p> <p>Call it but a weed.</p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong><em>by Alfred Tennyson</em></strong></p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-16571775314637441782010-05-12T17:16:00.001-07:002010-05-16T06:13:40.074-07:00Other People’s Children<p>At a certain age in one’s life lies the act of deciding to, or deciding not to, have children. Of late, I have been increasingly aware of people, especially within my age group,  incorporating offspring into the general mix of their otherwise formerly quiet lives. I notice children more and more. Perhaps it is the fact that I know so many people personally that have children, or know more and more pregnant couples eagerly anticipating. I don’t know. Wherever I am, there is an infant, toddler, or little one roaming about discovering “the firsts” of lifes many discoveries to be experienced. </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEsmuWaDI/AAAAAAAAAt0/rm30qf5M-n0/s1600-h/noah%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="noah" border="0" alt="noah" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEtA5ZBWI/AAAAAAAAAt4/7nCRYj6hHfE/noah_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="181" height="145" /></a>  <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEtg-knUI/AAAAAAAAAt8/0p82hxUcfvE/s1600-h/cole2%5B9%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="cole2" border="0" alt="cole2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEuA_Q9uI/AAAAAAAAAuA/dQcS7_TIrVI/cole2_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="193" height="147" /></a> </p> <p>This morning while leisurely walking Schoonmaker Beach and simultaneously talking to my sister on the phone about her boys, Noah and Cole (above), I couldn’t help but notice an especially happy pair of curious children playing in the sand and water. This particular couple of kids, one boy & one girl were completely immersed in the moment. I was so taken by their happiness, I asked their parents if I could take a couple of pictures with my iPhone. They agreed. I am forever fascinated with this level of “absolute satisfaction,” so easy as children, but difficult for adults, to re-claim. I love the non-contrived genuine simplicity of the exchange between them. </p> <p><em>“Enjoy this time Jack & Sophie, enjoy it now not knowing what you have and won’t miss, until much, much, later! “</em></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEvHmOlpI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RbqCh162cCM/s1600-h/kids2%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="kids2" border="0" alt="kids2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEvoSUCoI/AAAAAAAAAuI/dUpB-XxbaFY/kids2_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEwfOpDzI/AAAAAAAAAuM/KcftpCyMme8/s1600-h/kids1%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="kids1" border="0" alt="kids1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEw6hh5uI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZB3rLIwBpTM/kids1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" height="244" /></a> </p> <p>Later this morning my friend Nori (a brilliant architect: <a href="http://www.deercreek-studio.com">http://www.deercreek-studio.com</a>) invited me for coffee at CIBO. She, her husband Jim, daughter Mia, and I, spent the better part of two hours catching up and discussing the comings and goings of our respective lives, and especially of Mia’s. Mia is has growing physically of course, but also in so many <em>other </em>ways. I’m amazed at her word choices mostly, but also to hear her speak of different acting engagements, modeling possibilities, and the various theatrical plays she’s been participating in. She speaks of Harry Potter and Hermione like they’ve known each other for years and how she put her hand in Marilyn Monroe’s when in Hollywood last week “looking at the stars.” </p> <p>Whatever happened to the Mia Simone that wanted to get married and take a submarine to Paris? The one that wanted to eat watermelon and chicken salad sandwiches at <em>our</em><strong> </strong>wedding reception? Watch out boys!!!</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tExknHnOI/AAAAAAAAAuU/UEuwV_PsqaY/s1600-h/mia1%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="mia1" border="0" alt="mia1" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEyH2_jhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/ajgbCH9jK9I/mia1_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="129" height="159" /></a> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEy2RVLSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/r2rJ4VlStGg/s1600-h/mia2%5B8%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="mia2" border="0" alt="mia2" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEzBUQlqI/AAAAAAAAAug/r6ezedesThc/mia2_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="128" height="157" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tEzy47_sI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ix-wV605CqU/s1600-h/mia3%5B7%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right-width: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px" title="mia3" border="0" alt="mia3" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-tE0AXwYcI/AAAAAAAAAuo/jDvZwpbolBE/mia3_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="119" height="146" /></a> </p> <p>One of the gifts the universe has given me is the abundance of childlike enthusiasm I share when around other children. I am blessed with not only my own nephews, but the children of my friends, neighbors, and colleagues. Perhaps one of the greatest gifts I have is my ability to uproot myself for an hour, day, week.. and then step back while returning said children to their proper caregivers! It’s sort-of like having children of my own, but without the responsibility. I get to enter their world of fascination, “make believe,” and alternate-reality, but get leave when it suits me to do so.  I think taking on “other people’s children” suits me well. Who wants ice cream?!</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-35788751298907843102010-05-11T18:48:00.001-07:002010-05-11T18:48:19.397-07:00Some Inspiration.. From Eric D. Snider<h3>What's the Big Deal?: La Dolce Vita (1960)</h3> <p>By <a href="http://www.film.com/authors/eric-d-snider/23306782">ERIC D. SNIDER</a> <br />FILM.COM</p> <p>The 2004 re-release of <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/la-dolce-vita/14689579"><em>La Dolce Vita</em></a> gave movie critics a chance to praise <a href="http://www.film.com/celebrities/federico-fellini/14764863">Federico Fellini</a>'s 1960 masterpiece in retrospect. At the <em>San Francisco Chronicle</em>, Mick LaSalle <a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2004/08/13/DDGDC85QM215.DTL">wrote</a>, "Fellini achieved the ideal balance -- between social observation and unconscious imagery, between artistic discipline and freedom, and between the neo-realism of 1950s Italian cinema and the orgiastic flights of his later work." So it's an important film by a great filmmaker, but what else? What makes <em>The Sweet Life</em> so sweet? (Hint: The title might be slightly ironic!)</p> <p><strong>The praise:</strong> After winning the top prize at the 1960 Cannes Film Festival, it was nominated for four Academy Awards: costume design (which it won), art direction, director, and writing. (Italy submitted another film, <em>Kapo</em>, for the foreign language category.) In 1999, <a href="http://www.filmsite.org/ew100.html"><em>Entertainment Weekly</em></a> named it the sixth-greatest film of all time. Roger Ebert's <a href="http://www.bfi.org.uk/sightandsound/topten/poll/voter.php?forename=Roger&surname=Ebert">personal list</a> of favorite films has it in fifth place. </p> <p><strong>The context:</strong> The Italian Neorealist classic <em>Bicycle Thieves</em>, discussed in an <a href="http://www.film.com/features/story/whats-big-deal-bicycle-thieves/32131380">earlier edition</a> of What's the Big Deal?, showed the somber realities of Italian life in the wake of World War II, i.e., people were poor and unemployed and were always having their bicycles stolen. A decade later, Italian society had been rebuilt -- a little too much, perhaps. By the end of the 1950s, Rome had become a glamorous bastion of hedonism, defined by its nightlife and celebrity culture. In the U.S., songs like "That's Amore," "Mambo Italiano," and "On an Evening in Roma," by Italian-American idol Dean Martin, reflected Italy's new trendiness, as did films like <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/roman-holiday/6174549"><em>Roman Holiday</em></a> and <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/three-coins-in-the-fountain/6146064"><em>Three Coins in the Fountain</em></a>. </p> <p>It was time for a film to deconstruct the new Italy, and Fellini was the man for the job. Thanks to his string of commercially and critically successful films -- <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/i-vitelloni/6171448"><em>I Vitelloni</em></a>, <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/la-strada/6161831"><em>La Strada</em></a>, <em>The Swindle</em>, <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/nights-of-cabiria/6136249"><em>Nights of Cabiria</em></a> -- he had become a major celebrity himself. <em>La Dolce Vita</em> had its origins in Fellini's own fame, in his frustration with the hollowness of modern society, and in the sudden loosening of Italy's morals. Thanks to the celebrity-crazy culture Fellini was chronicling, the production of <em>La Dolce Vita</em> itself was plagued with gossip and paparazzi (though that term didn't exist yet; see below). </p> <p><strong>The movie:</strong> Marcello (played by Fellini regular <a href="http://www.film.com/celebrities/marcello-mastroianni/14656570">Marcello Mastroianni</a>) is a writer whose work lies somewhere between journalism and celebrity gossip. He spends his evenings partying with the people he writes about, the movie stars and aristocrats of Rome. He has a fiancee, but he isn't faithful to her. His life, as represented by the several nights depicted here, is shallow and unfulfilling, composed mostly of trudging from one party to the next. </p> <p><strong>What it influenced:</strong> Not everybody gets to add a word to the dictionary, but that's what Fellini and co-writer Ennio Flaiano did with "paparazzo." In the movie, Paparazzo is the name of a photographer who chases celebrities around. He behaves like ... well, like a paparazzo. By the mid 1960s, "paparazzo" and its plural, "paparazzi," had joined the lexicon. Today it is hard to imagine life without this very useful term, although it would be nice if we didn't need it. </p> <p>References to the film abound in other films. (Moviemakers love Fellini.) <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/lost-in-translation/6166155"><em>Lost in Translation</em></a> duplicates the celebrity interview scene and later has two characters watching the film itself. <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/goodbye-lenin/6144905"><em>Goodbye Lenin</em></a>, <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/bee-season/7222859"><em>Bee Season</em></a>, and <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/la-story/14589211"><em>L.A. Story</em></a> all imitate the scene where a statue of Jesus is carried by helicopter over the city, with a statue of Lenin, the letter "A," and a hotdog stand, respectively. (Those three are the ones that come to mind. I'm sure there are others.) Woody Allen's 1998 film <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/celebrity/6149283"><em>Celebrity</em></a> is a contemporary reworking of <em>La Dolce Vita</em>. In <a href="http://www.film.com/movies/ed-wood/6173368"><em>Ed Wood</em></a>, the Jeffrey Jones character, Criswell, does the same trick of turning a napkin into a bra as Fanny does in Fellini's film. </p> <p><em>The Village Voice</em>'s Michael Atkinson <a href="http://www.villagevoice.com/2004-07-13/film/sweet-smell-of-excess-fellini-s-ethical-society-reporting/1">wrote</a> that "<em>La Dolce Vita</em>'s welcome cynicism was powerfully influential, at least [in America] -- open season was declared on official cultural industries in so many films (<em>The Manchurian Candidate</em>, <em>Medium Cool</em>, <em>The Long Goodbye</em>, <em>Network</em>, etc.) that it became an American new wave motif."</p> <p>In the <em>Los Angeles Times</em>, Kevin Thomas <a href="http://www.calendarlive.com/movies/cl-et-ladolce30apr30,2,3480258.story">noted</a> another way the film was influential. "<em>La Dolce Vita</em> is also one of the triumphs of have-it-both-ways filmmaking: Fellini reveals the emptiness, boredom and destructiveness of the Via Veneto existence while at the same time making it highly glamorous and seductive.... It is tempting to speculate that this film was crucial in giving birth to the contemporary media sensationalism that it reveals as lethally shallow. Marcello, surely, anticipates Geraldo [Rivera] and beyond."</p> <p><strong>What to look for:</strong> I mentioned in my <a href="http://www.film.com/features/story/whats-big-deal-rules-game/32906942">column</a> about <em>The Rules of the Game</em> a few weeks ago that I was struck by how much <em>La Dolce Vita</em> resembles it. In both instances, the filmmaker depicts a decadent, ungrounded upper crust that can't possibly last. And in both cases, the central character is someone who cavorts with the elite without actually, technically being one of them, and who is eventually slapped back to reality by a tragic turn of events. </p> <p>At first blush, Marcello's life is indeed sweet. Every night he wanders into a posh nightclub or a trendy restaurant, runs into an acquaintance, winds up at a party. Nothing ever seems planned. Life is free and spontaneous. That sounds fun ... for a while. It's been noted that <em>La Dolce Vita</em> takes place over seven nights (not all consecutive), and that maybe this correlates with the seven deadly sins, or the seven hills of Rome, or something else symbolic. But I think the more important reason for Fellini to include a week's worth of festivities and debauchery is to show us how unsatisfying this lifestyle is. Seeing Marcello live it up for only a couple nights would produce envy in the viewer. Seeing him do it for seven has the opposite effect. We pity the emptiness of it all. </p> <p>The film begins and ends with Marcello trying to hear someone who is calling to him from a distance. In both cases, when he can't make out what's being said, he shrugs it off and returns to whatever frivolous task he was engaged in. Marcello is not the only one searching for meaning. One sequence centers on a supposed sighting of the Virgin Mary in a small village. The locals are eager to find God -- or Something, Anything -- and thus to find purpose in life.</p> <p>Another recurring motif is <a href="http://www.filmref.com/directors/dirpages/fellini.html#dolcevita">staircases and ladders</a>. Marcello goes up and down a lot of them -- mostly down. You don't have to be Freud to see the symbolism (although being Freud probably wouldn't hurt, if you happen to be him). </p> <p><strong>What's the big deal:</strong> The word "timeless" is often thrown around carelessly, but rarely is it more apt than it is here. When <em>La Dolce Vita</em> was first released, the <em>New York Times</em>' Bosley Crowther <a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/movie/review?_r=1&res=9D04EFD9153BE13ABC4851DFB266838A679EDE">called it</a> "a brilliantly graphic estimation of a whole swath of society in sad decay and, eventually, a withering commentary upon the tragedy of the over-civilized." In other words, it was a timely snapshot of the current Roman condition.</p> <p>When it was re-released in 2004, writers marveled at how it seemed timely all over again. Kevin Thomas wrote that it "depicted, with a judicious mixture of satire and compassion, the world of celebrity, which has never been more avidly chronicled than right now, in supermarket tabloids, weekly entertainment magazines, TV shows and on the Internet." Wesley Morris, in the <a href="http://www.boston.com/movies/display?display=movie&id=7209"><em>Boston Globe</em></a>: "The movie's melancholy seems to fit uncannily well in the moment we find ourselves now." </p> <p>Melancholy is exactly right. I've seen the film three times, and each time I've come away feeling wistful; nostalgic for something I never experienced; touched by the poignant sadness that underlies Marcello's existence. </p> <p>I like Roger Ebert's summary of the film's timelessness best. In 1997, he <a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19970105/REVIEWS08/401010336/1023">wrote</a> this: </p> <blockquote>Movies do not change, but their viewers do. When I saw <em>La Dolce Vita</em> in 1960, I was an adolescent for whom 'the sweet life' represented everything I dreamed of: sin, exotic European glamour, the weary romance of the cynical newspaperman. When I saw it again, around 1970, I was living in a version of Marcello's world; Chicago's North Avenue was not the Via Veneto, but at 3 a.m. the denizens were just as colorful, and I was about Marcello's age. <p>When I saw the movie around 1980, Marcello was the same age, but I was 10 years older, had stopped drinking, and saw him not as a role model but as a victim, condemned to an endless search for happiness that could never be found, not that way. By 1991, when I analyzed the film a frame at a time at the University of Colorado, Marcello seemed younger still, and while I had once admired and then criticized him, now I pitied and loved him. And when I saw the movie right after Mastroianni died, I thought that Fellini and Marcello had taken a moment of discovery and made it immortal. There may be no such thing as the sweet life. But it is necessary to find that out for yourself.</p> </blockquote> <p><strong>Further reading:</strong> There isn't a lot to spoil about the film's plot, but most of these articles do make casual reference to the Tragic Thing that occurs in it, which you might prefer not to know about beforehand. </p> <p>Wheeler Winston Dixon, in addition to having an awesome name, wrote a <a href="http://www.sensesofcinema.com/2010/cteq/la-dolce-vita/">splendid essay</a> about the film for Senses of Cinema. </p> <p>Ebert wrote a bit more about it in a <a href="http://blogs.suntimes.com/ebert/2008/09/whats_your_favorite_movie.html">blog entry</a> not long ago, in which he mentions that while the film was at first condemned by the Catholic Church, he was later invited to present it to a group of film teachers who were nuns. </p> <p>The other articles and reviews previously cited in this column are also worth your time, unless you have a crazy Roman party to get to or something. </p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8847275292042813624.post-76652583529982503612010-05-10T08:32:00.001-07:002010-05-10T08:35:10.963-07:00One of Man’s Best Friends<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-gm7lrXOoI/AAAAAAAAAts/oYeIsYvuqKA/s1600-h/juliet%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="juliet" border="0" alt="juliet" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_W-HCGWrf-PU/S-gm8G-m5bI/AAAAAAAAAtw/9G4--Kvy3gA/juliet_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="173" height="133" /></a> </p> <p>Every morning we are awakened by the familiar noises of Juliet, the 13 year old Golden Retriever that allows us the privilege of living with her. Whether she wants to be fed or let out to do her business, she summons like clockwork. She <em><strong>is</strong></em> an alarm clock. She never fails, needs no adjustment, and is always on cue. </p> <p>She amazes me. She’s always overwhelmingly excited to see us when we wake to address her needs, thrilled to get fed, relieved to be let out.. and then she is exhausted. The activity of 10-15 quick morning minutes completely wears her out. She’s spent and needs to be allowed a few hours of naptime.</p> <p>She is both a puppy and senior, depending on the time of day, her mood, and general disposition. If treats are involved, it’s like the fountain of youth is now flowing through her veins. Riding in the car? Oh wow, you might think that we were going on tour of many messy pet stores where she’s allowed the duty of volunteer vacuum. She has predictable energy – which of course, we play off of.</p> <p>This mornings post is dedicated to all of the dogs within mans life that bring us so much joy. In as much as Juliet’s persistent need for immediacy is sometimes a bit… I wouldn’t trade her for the world!</p> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0