We get this question often – what exactly do you do all day on your road trip? What’s a typical day look like? Excellent question, and honestly it varies from day to day and area to area. But here I’ll break down some examples for you.
Tag: food
Life was meant for good friends and great adventures. It is especially sweet when good friends join you for those great adventures. For Memorial Day this year, a couple of our favorites joined us on the road for the long weekend. We met them at Shasta National Forest, in the very northern part of California, and began our weekend of revelry. We hiked from Castle Lake to Heart Lake, catching up on life and enjoying the beautiful views of Mt. Shasta.
I am not a baker per se. I don’t have the fancy scales, cake pans and pie tins that are hallmarks of a serious baker. I dabble in baking and usually it turns out pretty tasty … although I have never quite figured out how to make my flourless cake not crumble the instant I try to serve it on a plate. Regardless, I’d like to think that I’m a decent baker because I am a rule follower. To the T. So I can follow a recipe like it’s nobody’s business. When we finalized our plans for this trip, I decided that I wanted to learn how to make bread so that I can make some bread for us from time to time on the road.
I’ve never made a bundt cake before, but I’ve had the pan for years. I love the shape of a bundt cake, and I love that the cake comes out looking the exact same way every time. So when I needed to bring something over to a friend’s dinner party I thought I’d finally try it out. Most bundt cake recipes call for buttermilk or milk, neither of which I had at home, so I searched around for a recipe that used Greek yogurt – a favorite of mine and staple in my fridge. I found a recipe here and spiced it up with some blueberries that I had in the fridge and wanted to use.
I love cheese. If you have met me for 5 minutes, you probably know this about me. It is my favorite food by far. Which is sad for the waistline, but hey, we all have our demons. I run so I can eat cheese. Another thing you may not know about me (but probably do) is that I like to do things myself – to figure things out. So when I love a food, I want to learn to make it and then make it my own. I love macarons with a passion usually reserved for fluffy puppies and squishy babies. And so I learned to make them (recipe to come in a future post!).
And so. I love cheese and decided I would learn how to make it. And then I talked about it for months and months and never made the time to learn, because that’s pretty standard for my jam-packed, overly scheduled life; a problem that I am working on. Thankfully I have the most thoughtful husband who listens to my rants about the things I love and the dreams I have and so for our anniversary last year he surprised me with a cheesemaking class! Making my dreams come true one day at a time, that man. We went to a cooking class at Cavallo Point, a historic hotel tucked just under the Golden Gate Bridge north of San Francisco in Marin, which has the most breathtaking views of the city, is in restored historic buildings of Fort Baker, an old Army post, and also happens to have amazing cooking classes – who knew?!
