Day Three
It’s always a good day when you get to visit two bookstores and eat a nice dinner out.
My parents have visited San Francisco often enough that they don’t need to travel the tourist circuit at all. Instead, there are a couple bookstores that always require a stop, and since we are celebrating a big birthday soon, we even had a legitimate excuse to spend money.
In the evening, the boys’ beloved caregiver came over and the adults went out for a fine meal at the lovely Woodward’s Garden. This restaurant has been on my radar since I first moved to San Francisco, and I’d never eaten there before! It was worth the wait. Nothing fancy, nothing stacked or foamed (and thank goodness, really), but all of it — from the seared scallops with celery and jerusalem artichoke puree, to the truffled mushroom risotto, to the chocolate ganache-bosc pear tart–was creative and delicious.
Today, we’re off to the farmer’s market to find today’s dinner, and then, tonight, the birthday feast cooking begins in earnest!
Oh, it sounds like a lovely day indeed! I’m so jealous! Here I am, with my parents as well — but that means that I need to work on the diss like crazy. And hubby just flew to Denver on his own for a conference.
Happy Birthday to Ben. Kelvin’s birthday is on Friday. We’re having a big Bob the Builder bash… lots of baking and cooking is in store for this week. We’re preparing some of the food and freezing it ahead of time.
I hope you have a lovely day tomorrow as well! and happy baking! 🙂
Oh, on a funny note. Two nights ago I had an interesting dream with your family! See how interesting things are? I don’t even know you in person and I’ve only met your sister once years ago at a conference. And yet, from reading your blogs, I feel like I know you!
So, back to the dream, and sorry for the huge comment! I think you were not supposed to be on it, since I asked your parents (?!) about it. I guess I was attending a party at your sister’s and your parents and other relatives (I have no idea who) were there… we were eating, and in the dream all of a sudden I couldn’t speak English right and communicate with your family. Isn’t that very eerie? (gotta tell Libby to read this comment)
oh, Kelvin’s party is next Sunday. We invited lots of kids (from church).