I’ve been MIA lately, I know. And I have good reason, having started a new job, done a bit of traveling and hosted some visiting friends – but truth be told, I’ve really just been out soaking up the oh-so-awesome sunshine that’s come out in all its glory over the past couple of weeks. It’s amazing what happens when spring does its springing and anyone and everyone comes out of the woodwork with something of a smile on their faces. Highlights of my past few weeks include a seaside bachelorette weekend in Charleston, S.C., wine-tasting in the Russian River Valley, picknicking (and more picnicking) with everyone – yes, everyone – across San Francisco’s many parks, and some Sunday-afternoon Pacific beach lounging.
So, yeah, that’s what I’ve been doing: sun-chasing. Highly recommend it.
Some of my best longtime buddies came to visit this weekend (SF for the visitor-luring win, again) and despite clouds and fog, the reunion made for a very cheerful couple of days. So cheerful, in fact, that I couldn’t be bothered to photograph any of it (seriously – my sides are still sore from all the laughter). I did manage to remember my camera when we brought Milo out to Ocean Beach, where he was very pleased to discover plenty of gulls to harass.
Visitors are always an excellent excuse to continue to explore the San Francisco restaurant scene, and we hit up Greens, a classic vegetarian spot in a gorgeous space along the marina, and Little Star Pizza, which more than satiated my deep-dish pizza craving. It’s kind of blowing my mind as I realize how I’ll never run out of awesome dining options (of all shapes and sizes) to explore.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend, filled with lots of gull-chasing and eating, obviously.
Forgive the amount of food-related photos in this post; I’m still recovering from a sugar overload (thanks, Mom). Besides consuming an extremely unhealthy amount of candy, I spent the weekend in the kitchen (baking this and mixing up this) and finding an awful lot of Easter color throughout somewhat rainy San Francisco.
Here’s what I dig about Easter Weekend: No matter how much snow is on the ground, no matter how many layers of pastels are necessary to bear the frigid temps, folks everywhere seem to embrace – demand, rather – this particular weekend as the official start of spring, regardless of the cooperation of the weather. Speaking on behalf of my East Coast nearest and dearest, get with the program, Mother Nature.
Sunny weekends in the city tend to bring out hoards of runners, bikers, parents with strollers and other sun-seekers, but this weekend brought things to a whole new level. I couldn’t walk half a block without nearly running into a group of green-clad revelers, who were scattered throughout San Francisco’s streets and beyond. Our apartment looks out onto one of the city’s parks, and on Sunday it seemed that there were few patches of grass that weren’t filled with yard games, grills, coolers and whatever else had been brought out of the woodwork for the celebrations.
My St. Patrick’s Day was a bit more low-key, including a beach picnic, a little Guinness and grasshopper cupcakes; I’m a firm believer that minty green desserts are the best kind of desserts.
It may have been lovely and sunny, but I’m pretty sure the bikinis and frolicking in the Pacific were pushing it a bit
I’ve been feeling like I’ve been watching my life from the outside quite a bit lately. Things have been changing over the past few months– and getting through those changes certainly hasn’t always been peachy – but something’s just clicked, and I feel very, very lucky, and happy to be in this moment. It’s all a bit surreal.
And no, nothing is perfect, and there will always be struggles, tough spots, trials and tribulations. But I think it’s important to step back and take a moment – or a few – to realize when things are pretty sweet. And maybe just crack a brown-bagged beer on the beach to let it all soak in. Happy weekend, y’all.