This is the face of someone who left San Francisco to recharge her batteries:
I am so grateful for the person to think of the idea of Spring Break! It is officially the first day of my week-long vacation and to say I really needed it is an understatement. My idea of wilding out is not partying in Cancun, but sleeping in until 9 o’clock. When did I become such a grandma?
Fortunately, we headed up to Tomales Bay (in Marin) to shuck oysters and grill some carne asada for Richie’s birthday. As much as I love my city, it is hard to find serenity when there is close to a million people in seven square miles. One of the delights of living here is you can travel an hour north and have a whole new playground. I wish I snapped pictures of the windy roads with the crystal clear lakes and sure-signs of spring starting to bloom.
I am not the biggest oyster fan (read: I cannot even) but the whole process was really cool to me. The oyster house sells them by the dozen and you go to your little reserved picnic table and grill them yourself.
Apparently, shucking oysters requires many tools and a bit of finesse. It seems like a lot of work for one shot. Gloves, horseshoe-shaped work place and special knives…I must be missing out on something fabulous.
PS: can we talk about how cute my godson is with his new haircut? He is lucky he has such a great mama to sacrifice her warmth so he can stay cozy.
In order to get my dose of Vitamin D, I took a walk along the “beach”, which does not look so glorious in the picture below. I do not know if it was low-tide/drought/that’s just how it is, but the water was really far away and I even saw a dead sting-ray and some sort of alien looking shark.
Let’s play Where’s Waldo and find the mini crab that was shuffling around in the sand and trying not to get stepped on. I told my roommate that all the little cone-shells were for hermit crabs, but I was half-sure and half-sure-that-I-could-have-made-it-up.
When I came back to our table, I was so excited to see that D came! The last time was during New Years and it has been way too long. She eats her oyster “like a true Mexican” with a dash of Tapatio, lime, and a splash of Corona.
She even found this b-e-autiful flower to put in my hair.
Okay, last picture of the oysters. I just find them fascinating. What first human saw this rock-shaped thing and said, “Whatever is inside, I am going to eat it. Even if it is really slimy and stuck to the shell”.
How do you feel about oysters?