San Francisco

Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California

After a short 242-mile drive north through the icy central valley of California, we arrived in San Francisco at noon, giving us plenty of time to visit the Golden Gate Bridge – an absolutely spectacular thrill and dream come true for Jutta. That might sound a wee bit hyperbolic, but remember that this bridge has been celebrated around the globe as an engineering feat that added a stunning visual addition to the city by the bay.

Jutta Engelhardt, Caroline Wise, and John Wise on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California

The weather was slightly warmer than down south, and the visibility was the best of any of our trips to Frisco.

San Francisco, California

This is the city where Caroline and I, with my mother-in-law Jutta in tow, are beginning the 14th year of our marriage – today is our 13th Wedding Anniversary.

Jutta Engelhardt and Caroline Wise on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California

We have walked to the halfway point on the bridge in sticking with our motto, “Always leave something undone, unseen, in order to draw you back to the special places.”

Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, California

The color of the bridge contrasts to the deep blue sky creating a design brilliance I can’t get over. The funny thing is, it looks red to me, and yet the color is officially called International Orange.

San Francisco, California

Coit Tower is in the distance as we make our way to the hotel we’ll be staying at tonight.

San Francisco, California

After checking into the Nob Hill Hotel, we took off for a walk in anticipation of our 7:00 p.m. dinner reservations this evening.

China Town in San Francisco, California

A leisurely walk through Chinatown fits the bill for finding entertainment in the form of sights one wouldn’t see in Frankfurt or Phoenix.

China Town in San Francisco, California

From diversity, the quality of life is amplified, which in turn adds to the cost of living. Just look at Anywhere, America outside of its biggest cities, and the price to take up residence is a fraction of what you’ll pay to live somewhere that art, culture, activities, great entertainment, and amazingly exotic foods are always on offer.

China Town in San Francisco, California

Things are getting quiet in Chinatown while they are probably hitting their stride over at Fisherman’s Wharf, but we’re not looking for crowds right now; we’re looking to make our way to a meal we anticipate will be extraordinary.

China Town in San Francisco, California

Our celebratory vegan dinner in honor of our anniversary was at Millennium, where we opted to try the Winter Citrus Menu. The three-course meal started with a blood orange & shaved fennel salad, followed by an heirloom cauliflower en papillote with a coconut-kaffir lime sauce. The third course was a choice between habanero-orange jerked tempeh with a sweet potato-coconut mash, roasted turnips & chantenay carrots, and a citrus-jicama salad or Meyer lemon bucatini made of seared maitake & clamshell mushrooms, sauteed escarole, white wine & Meyer lemon cream with crispy capers over bucatini pasta. Naturally, we tried both. Dessert was an assortment of satsuma mandarin, ruby red grapefruit, and blood orange sherbets with a champagne-vanilla bean anglaise sprinkled with candied macadamia nuts. What a great start to our 14th year this was.

California Here I Come

Sunset on the way to California

We are on our way to San Francisco, California, for a long weekend. The first part of our drive takes us over a road that becomes all too familiar: Interstate 60. Over Wickenburg past Nothing and on to Kingman, then we cross the Colorado River before driving through Needles, California. Lucky for us, we will drive through Bakersfield in the dark. We make camp in the luxury of a cheap motel in Lost Hills, California. Next morning, we will finish our drive north to Frisco.

Calypsos

Calypso Beans from Seed Savers Exchange in Iowa

In our ongoing curiosity of the available foods here in America, we search far and wide for those items not seen on a day-to-day basis, these Calypso beans are part of that. Seed Savers Exchange in Iowa is where these beans come from, I had originally learned of Seed Savers from a National Public Radio program. Another great source for information has been the Slowfood Ark program. And the beans, well besides being a beautiful bean, when cooked, have a smoky flavor and are about twice as large as when dry.

Underside of Overpass

Underside of a freeway overpass in Phoenix, Arizona

Desperate for a photo of the day, as I have been on many other occasions, I grasp for something to photograph. Sitting at a red light coming off the freeway, inspiration strikes – it’s the underside of the overpass, perfect. You can see we don’t live in the midwest. There is no rust, no crumbling concrete, no human nests perched between rafters for the homeless, which if you haven’t read lately, stands at 744,000 Americans.

FIRE!

Destroyed pressure cooker from being left in oven during cleaning cycle

While chatting on the phone an acrid smell finds my olfactory with an immediate sense of alarm throwing me into action, or rather, panic.  I looked into the kitchen, only to spy my mother-in-law staring at the oven slack-jawed, black smoke pouring from the top of the door. “WHAT HAPPENED???” “Uh, I don’t know, I was cleaning, pushed the button, maybe another one, it beeped and then, uh, and you were on the phone, I didn’t want to disturb you…”. Well, maybe this alone might not have been a problem, except that the oven was STUFFED with pots and pans. Yeah, I know, you are thinking, well why didn’t you just turn it off? Because, smarty-pants, when the oven is in auto-clean mode, the door locks and there ain’t no opening it – unless you unplug the oven! Oh the stink, oh the thought of having to pay for a new oven, and new pans, and a new pressure cooker – fortunately only the pressure cooker took a dive. And the oven? Well, it finally stopped stinking after a couple of very thorough cleanings.

Well Manicured

well manicured desert plants

With the Barrett-Jackson auto auction and the Friedman Billings Ramsey Open (the FBR Open, a.k.a. The Phoenix Open) just around the corner, Scottsdale and Phoenix are sprucing up the grounds of our fair cities. A mad influx of car enthusiasts and beer-drinking baseball cap and polo shirt-wearing doofods (er, duffers) is about to jam our roads, restaurants, and patience.  So the crews are out picking up litter, erasing graffiti, killing flies, sharpening cactus needles, and dusting off the sidewalks.