Photo taken by Justice at the Golden Gate Bridge.
I’m spending a lot more time nowadays driving to and from San Francisco. I have the best of both the country life and the city jaunt. In the city I eat… I’m searching for that food experience that strange concoction that makes me glad to be alive and trying new things. When I get back to Healdsburg, I hole up on the ranch, I dream of food and plan for the future of what I hope to be making. Amazon.com is taking lots of my money, for books on smoking, curing, farming, and building things. I have a lot to dream for. I have a lot of time to plan, and a lot of time to do.
On our way back North last Saturday I was reminded of just how good it can be. Timothy and I stopped by Nijiya Market in Japan town, picked up a platter of sashimi, croquette, chrysanthemum greens, and fresh %50-polished rice from this seasons harvest. Since his sister was in town, we decided to stop by where she was hanging out on Clement Street on our way north.
As we stepped into the dark bar, I was blinded by the shadow; the noontime sun was chasing us into the doorway. In front of us a row of regulars sitting at the bar, it was a different experience, and this they way it will always be, when one doesn’t live by the daylight. Dark hunched shoulders on the polished well grooved bar top. Bleak yet colorful beverages sitting in front of them, all eyes upon the mirrors behind the well designed bottles of booze.
I touched Timothy on the shoulder, he nodded he knew what I meant, and whispered just one drink then we’ll go home.
One-hour north, we sat on the south facing porch. Watching the sunset, eating our bounty, drinking cold beer, and enjoying life.
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