I was supposed to spend this weekend in Mammoth, frolicking with my parents’ two dogs and enjoying the recent snowfall on the mountain. If you follow me or my mom on Facebook or Instagram, you’ve likely seen their new baby: a rapidly growing yellow lab puppy named Duke. This weekend was his first visit to the snow, an event my parents photographed more comprehensively than most major milestones in my brother’s and my lives...combined.
Unfortunately, due to the extreme weather in the Midwest and on the East Coast, United canceled my flights with no viable options to reschedule. The bonus weekend at home was an unexpected treat. I surprised a sleepy, post-call George to a ‘romantic’ Valentine’s Day dinner of bacon, hardboiled egg, and buttery cornbread crouton salad with a side of extra bacon. I’m pretty sure I made something else, too, but because there was more bacon, the extra vegetable was inconsequential.
Saturday was for errands and catching up and frolicking in Stanford’s new rec pool. I made a satisfying dinner of corneal- and masa harina-breaded pan-fried trout and sauteed greens with leftover bacon, balsamic glaze, and vinegar-plumped raisins. We tucked in early, relishing the new season of House of Cards with bowls of homemade cashew-mango soft-serve.
The rest of the weekend was spent with friends, at the farmers’ market, making dinner for George, Jimmy, and his high school friends, and hiking in Tennessee Valley with Kath (and half of San Francisco, it seemed). I introduced Kath to the cult of fancy toast at The Mill, and discovered that yes – toast with both almond butter AND butter is better than toast with one or the other.
Jimbo and I took a sibling grocery shopping trip to Whole Foods, where – predictably – he had all the checkout ladies fawning over him as he discussed his virtuous purchases. Chocolate coconut water? The “jam of the century”. Coconut milk ice cream? SO HEALTHY. Meanwhile, I got the side-eye for filling my own jar at the olive bar and putting herbs into mesh bags they claimed they couldn’t see through. Sigh.
Alice Medrich’s new classic coconut macaroons via Food52 were a hit at dinner (hint: they really are best the day they're made), as was a simple pink-and-green salad of castelfranco radicchio, sliced watermelon radishes, pomelo, avocado, pumpkin seeds, and Meyer lemon vinaigrette. I put a thinned-out spoonful of mellow white miso in my scrambled eggs, and my life changed. I juiced beet greens and, like eating raw beets, drinking the murky elixir made my throat tickle. I made falafel a la Nourishing Traditions, a semi-ardous process that spanned two days (more on that later).
And so! This weekend was just fine, but that puppy better stop growing lest he be a monster by the time we visit next month. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy the constant stream of photos and continue to pretend that any of the hundreds of Googlers' dogs at work are mine (shh!).