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Friday
Aug122011

Adore: Napa Is Where The Heart Is


Ahhh....Napa.  What comes to mind when you hear that word?  To me, it conjures up a vision of paradise.  I can see symmetrical rows of gorgeous vines in my minds eye.  I can almost smell the wood burning ovens and the nose of a big napa cabernet.  Wine saturates the air and I dream of masseuses ready to swirl me into a relaxation coma.  Rest and relaxation have been on my dome as of late.   And what better place to escape than to local wine country?  This trip could not have come at a better time.  I was close to dropping E off with a pack of wolves before The Husband whisked me away for our 7 year wedding anniversary.  My bestie Megan, hooked us up and we had some epic, much-needed relaxation away from the kids.  A couples holiday takes on a whole new meaning after you have children.   There was no juice to be gotten, grub to cook, dishes to scrub,  toys to trip on or pick up, fights to break up, superheros to rescue from jail, or diapers to change.   It was just my love and me reconnecting at the amazing Meadowood resort.

Saturday was, in a word, heaven.  Sleeping in, enjoying the best  room service breakfast, a  crackling morning fire, our favorite chill  tunes, and lounging  in my robe with a glass of wine...no where to go, nothing to do.  We did manage to grab a fantastic bite at Solbar and make our way poolside.  Tough living, I know!


Sunday was the yin to Saturday's yang and equally enjoyable.  One of my favorite parts of our R&R weekend was on Sunday.  Without a plan of action, Sunday became a day to stop at some of Napa's finest organic/natural spots.   

Since we skipped out on our fancy anniversary dinner at The Press the night before and went to a pizza parlor instead, we decided to do it up a bit for lunch on Sunday.  We landed at a relatively new spot called Farmstead. 


Ever heard of it?  It is now my most favorite place in the whole entire universe!  This place was the cherry to my sundae, the seasoned salt to my French fry... the kisses to my kiddos.  It was pure happiness. 

 

 Farmstead is right off of Main Street in St. Helena.  It's gardens surround the restaurant .  "Excellence through responsible farming" is what they stand by.  They feature an authentic farm-to-table menu highlighting local, sustainable and organic ingredients at their peak freshness.  They use only stellar ingredients that are sourced from local purveyors, featuring Long Meadow Ranch's all-natural grass-fed beef, vegetables, extra virgin olive oil, and honey.

 

 

 

 

On top of that, there is no corkage fee at Farmstead;  instead a $2 per bottle fee is collected as a donation to a featured local community-building not-for-profit organization each month.  Before my first bite, I was already pretty impressed...I mean, a responsible farming restaurant that only uses the best organic ingredients, plus no corkage fee and donations to local communities to boot?  Can it get better than this?

 


The restaurant and grounds was my idea of exquisite beauty.   It was upscale country at it's finest.  There were no available tables outside, but that turned out to be quite alright.  When The Husband and I were seated, I began to fantasize about what it would be like to live in the restaurant and make it a loft.  The interior was that good.  I was already in la-la land.

 


The waiters and waitress all wore plaid shirts and Michael,  our waiter, was great.   It was clear from the beginning that he was passionate about the food and confident that he worked at the best restaurant in the whole entire universe :).  He confirmed that our selections were among their best and most popular dishes and helped guide us to the perfect lunch.  No rush, no hurry.  The Husband ordered a bottle of ZD chard (one of our faves)  and I made a fool of my self strolling around taking pictures. I'm sure I looked obnoxious but I wanted to remember this place forever. 

After much thought and some soul-searching, we finally agreed what we would eat and share.  We started with grass-fed beef chili with rancho gordo pinquito beans and vella cheddar.  I know it's not chili season, but this chili works for any season.  It was not overwhelmed with too many ingredients.  It was just pure, simple, and dare I say light.  Perfect anywhere, anytime.  The flavors were rich without being heavy.  It was so yummy.  The Husband ate most of it, but that was okay because I wanted to order and taste the other 19.5 items on the menu. 

For the next course, I couldn't decide between the salad of lacinato kale with chile pequin, lemon and toasted grana or the carmelized beets with goat cheese crema and greens.  I went with the beets and I have never been more pleased. 


This salad was perfect.  I melted with each and every bite.  It took maybe 20 minutes for me to eat this salad because I couldn't bare to see the bottom of the cute little white bowl.  It was a wonderful mixture of warm caramelized beets, smooth creamy goat cheese, and peppery arugula. I didn't even reach for the salt once during this lunch. 

Next up was the cheeseburger on a potato bun with california cheddar and arugula for The Husband, and for me "brick cooked" chicken with savoy spinach, cannellini beans and pistou.  I usually wouldn't go for the chicken at a restaurant, I mean, when has chicken ever been anything but...chicken.  Michael, highly recommended it and I want to kiss him for doing so.  Now I know in this post, everything is the very best...blah, blah, blah, etc.,etc.....but really, this chicken was magical.  I have no idea how they made this chicken taste so damn good.  It was savory, juicy, rich, succulent, smoky and slightly charred.  This may just be my last meal choice, should such an unfortunate fate ever befall me.  Kuddos to chef Stephen Barber for some straight up culinary mastery. 


The Husband's cheeseburger wasn't too bad either.  He is a cheeseburger snob.  His long time fav is probably at Houston's.  Meat and potato guy likes his burger basically plain so of course, he ordered everything on the side.  I will note that The Husband hates ketchup with a passion.  However,  Michael mentioned that they made all of their condiments from scratch and so  I had a little taste-o-roo.  The ketchup was so original and amazing that I forced fed him a little taste.  He loved it!  The  guy literally loaded his burger up with this magic sauce.  They don't even keep this sauce a secret.  You can find it right here, on their website.  I know the Husband will want to check out the Jack Daniel BBQ sauce when he sees this.  Overall, The Husband was beyond impressed with his grass-fed burger and it has taken over his old fav from Houston's.  Yummers!

Next up, was dessert.  Any normal person would probably have stopped eating with the amount of food we just consumed, but we love our food :).  So we had to try their dessert.  I can't tell you exactly what we had but it was yummy.  It was some kind of chocolate cake.  Now, I do not adore sweets that much but this cake, with its salty caramel tasting graham cracker crust with light fluffy chocolate and cool whip cream was pure happiness.  We threw in a small scoop of vanilla ice cream and split a glass of the LMR cabernet (wine made by the owner's of Farmstead).  It was the perfect way to end our lunch. 


After dessert, we needed to walk around the gardens.  This is such a pretty property, the pictures just don't do justice.

 

 

 

 


I truly wish each and every one of you will experience Farmstead.  If you are in the Napa region, or anywhere near it (I am talking about you Sacramento peeps) you have to go.  Make the drive, even if it's just for the food.  It is worth it.  It is my new date night spot ;)


In the Napa Valley, you are surrounded by endless vineyards, gorgeous architecture, and upscale country charm.  I love visiting different wineries and seeing how they "do" Napa.  Some are ultra modern (Artesa), while others are down home country charm (St. Suprey).  I personally like something in between.  Enter Frog's Leap.


If I could move into a winery it would be this one.  Not because of the seemingly endless supply of wine on property, although that doesn't hurt, but because it is open, clean, unpretentious, "green", and surrounded by organic natural gardens.  The big red barn seen from the entrances isn't too shabby to glance at as well. 

 

 


Next to the big red barn you will see, the vineyard house with a beautiful wrap around porch.

 

 

 


Gorgeous vineyards, gardens where almost 70 different vegetable and fruit crops are grown and sold at local restaurants and farmers markets.


 Pastures where sheep and chickens roam.


 A sweet secret garden where heirloom peaches, apples, and pears soak up the sun, and the red barn. 


 The red barn is a ghost winery that was built-in 1884 and is the oldest board and batten building in the Napa Valley.  In 1994 they took great care to restore the building to its original splendor and it stands today as a winemaking and fermentation facility. 

 

 

 

 

Owner/Winemaker John Williams says it best:



The way we make wine at Frog's Leap is fundamentally linked to the way we grow our grapes.  We believe that a grapevine should be grown in healthy soil that supports all the nutrient needs of the plant and so we started farming organically over 20 years ago.  We also believe that most of the great and historic wines of the world have been made from non-irrigated grapevines which is why we dry-farm all 250 acres of our vineyards.  We accept the premise that the first responsibility of a wine is to reflect its unique soil, climate and circumstance-collectively referred to as terroir-and therefore it is the duty of the winemaker to be transparent and let the natural beauty of the grapes show through.

Our commitment is to endeavor to make wines of elegance and beauty that will offer immense pleasure in the short-term while holding out the possibility of great reward with proper aging.  To us it is simple; wines made to impress rather than to satisfy will typically do neither.



 


You don't need an appointment at Frog's Leap but it does help.  They have tours  around the property and wine tasting.  I wish we had more time to do a tour because the grounds were gorgeous.  Next time we will make that happen.

The Husband and I did some wine tasting in a cozy spot outside.


We started with the 2009 Frog's Leap Chardonnay, then had the 2008 Frog's Leap Merlot.  Next up was the 2007 Frog's Leap 'Rutherford', and we finished with the 2008 Frog's Leap Petite Sirah.  The wines were really very nice.  The chardonnay was clean and bright with flavors of apricot, wet stone, and a hint of vanilla.  The Rutherford had layers of black fruit and a hint of black olive, powerful yet lively with a velvety texture.  My favorite was the Merlot.  It had flavors of plum, chocolate, and pepper and went down smooth and velvety.  I also loved the chardonnay.  Light, crisp and perfect for a warm beautiful day. 

The Husband and I had a great time chillin' there.  The weather was warm with a nice breeze.  I was most comfortable in a cozy chair under an olive tree while watching The Husband dominate the bean bag toss game they set up in the grassy area.   


Our friend, Megan, joined us and I could have stayed all afternoon.  Which is what we did, we closed the place down.  Megan and I tend to have that effect when we go out :) 

Frog's Leap was the perfect ending to a perfect day.  A perfect anniversary celebration.

 

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xoxo

Thursday
Jul212011

Adore: Lake Tahoe aka Big Blue

 

 

 

 

 

Vacation- a period of suspension of work, study, or other activity, usually used for rest, recreation, or travel also known as a recess or holiday.  My definition, sanity.  What my family and I needed was a weekend away from housework, yard work, and straight up chaos.  Enter last weekend.  Last minute, unexpected trip to the Big Blue, Lake Tahoe.  This little piece of lake paradise is located about 2.5 hours away, nestled in abundant trees and nature.  The lake color is a gorgeous royal blue and the air is a fresh as pine needles.


I have a new appreciation of Lake Tahoe now that I have kids.  I can' tell you how nice it is to get out into nature (without 100 degree  heat) and explore, play, relax,  eat, and drink with not-a-single-worry in-the-world.  Vacation-recharge. 

 

Yes, it is work to wake up, take the army to the children's superstore to switch car seats around, grocery shop, pack the minibus, listen to superhero chaos, kiss tears, and clean the casa before the trip.  But once we hit the open road, reggae music playing, kids sleeping, the sweetie driving, and me...well, sleeping is a vacation in its own. 

 

 

Not only did we do nothing but hang out at the lake, but also...we did nothing.  Exactly what a vacation means to me.  Honestly, I don't get the people who go on vacation seeking adventure.  No, not me.  Not with kids.  I go on vacation to eat, drink, read, relax, play games, and rekindle with The Husband.  And that is exactly what we did.

 

 

It was I who got into the lake when no one else dared.  

 

 

 

They enjoyed watching me freeze but I wasn't about to freeze alone.

 

X thought about getting in the water.

 

 

But liked the idea of going with me better.

 

 

We made sand castles and took turns burying each other at Meeks Bay.


 

Even baby M enjoyed the sand.

 

 

X discovered new ways of eating.

 

 

And on Sunday it was back to the Lake, but this time at Sunnyside.  The boys had a blast in the raft with Daddy.

 

 

Baby M decided to catch some zzzz's while I caught my D's from the sun.

 

 

 

King of the World.

 

 

We ended the trip with a delicious meal at Sunnyside.  Yum!

 

 

What I adore- feeling relaxed, rejuvenated, and refreshed with family.

Thursday
Jun092011

The Sweet Life


As my birthday approaches, I can't help but reflect on what my 30th year on earth has taught me.  To say I have a new meaning on life is a massive understatement.  I realize each day is a gift. 

When my life was challenged, pregnant, and not knowing if I was going to be able to watch my children grow older, see their first days of school, enter into high-school, have girlfriends, get hearts crushed, and marry the love of their life, I was devastated. 

I never really asked "why me".   It is not fair for anyone.  I didn't go into a deep depression although, I did have my moments.  Instead I reflected on the life I lived.  I knew I would fight full force and with all of my strength.  But at the same time I was at peace and reflected on all the good in my life. 

My life has been blessed beyond measure.  My husband, family, and friends are a big part of my strength.  Knowing that they would be there undoubtedly for me and my children made everything okay.       

Life is short, but the pleasures are sweeter. 

How sweet it is to wake up every morning and realize nothing much is worth worrying about.  Yes, I will have my stress moments and be down, but when you are forced to confront your mortality, those things just don't seem important.

How sweet it is to have the most amazing friends.  The ones that tell you everything is going to be okay and to be there to cheer me up and bring me dinners when I am down or make me "mixed tapes" to make me smile.  The ones that we can spend the whole night laughing hysterically, and making memories.

How sweet it is to have the most supportive parents and sisters.  That sacrifice so much to help care for me and my family.  The daily coffees, care, laundry, help at all hours of the days and nights to make the kids feel loved and not the burden they could have felt.  The daily or twice daily check ins, the harassment to help, and the laughter got me through the toughest days. Unconditional love is what I think of my family. 

How sweet it is to have my second family, my in-laws.  Always offering to bring delicious gourmet meals and magazines with open arms and open hearts.      

How sweet it is to hear my son M coo in the morning, even if it is 6am and I hardly slept.  How sweet it is to feel the warmth of his body and his tiny hands reaching out to me.  His giggles and chubbiness instantly brightens my days. 


How sweet it is to turn on the radio in the car and watch as X nods his head to the music and the way he looks up to his big brother E.  Or to see his whole face light up when the word candy, treat, or monster is mumbled.  To see his big cheeks and sweet kind hazel eyes every morning and night makes me feel blessed beyond measures.


How sweet it is to watch E grow up into a young man.  To watch him get angry and give himself some quiet time when he is upset, his obsession with super heroes and saving the day, and loving to pick his Mommy flowers so she "can be a princess".  He is a kind boy who had a deep understanding of right and wrong and a goofy personality to boot.      


How sweet it is to see my husband as a father.  I have never seen a man so natural with children as he is.  To watch his face and the kids face light up whenever they play.  To see E look up to him and want to be just like him.  To see the way he looks at X with more love than anything while at the same time calling him a terrorist.  To see him give baby M the biggest belly laughs and find new ways to keep giving him those laughs. 

How sweet it is to be loved.  Loved through thick and thin.  How sweet it is to miss my husband even as he is walking out the door to work.  To get giddy as 6 approaches and knowing he is coming home.  To share the greatest memories and to go through the hardest darkest moments together.  He is my partner in life and my best friend.  The one I look up to for support and my joy.  The one I want to share all of my happiest moments with.  My one true love. 

 

 

       


I hope the message people walk away with is that if or when you get smacked down by the hardships of life (like cancer or divorce, or an accident, or losing a job, or any other unexpected tragedy), go ahead and kick rocks, get pissed and then pick yourself up, dust yourself off and do and be exactly what you want.  Have fewer “whys,” more “why nots.” No excuses. No apologies.  Bathe in the sweetness. 

"Fear less, hope more; whine less, breathe more; eat less, chew more; talk less, say more; hate less, love more; and all good things are yours."

 

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      - Swedish proverb

Thursday
Apr072011

Getting to Know my Roots...and Salty Dog!!!


Last friday, The Husband and I had a date in San Francisco.  Well, not technically a date since I had to get some testing done but we made the most of it.  After the testing, we went down to our old stomping ground, Chestnut Street.  It was a gorgeous day in the city and of course so were the people.  I could sit on Chestnut and Union all day and just people watch.  It is another lifestyle there.  One where people are focused on working hard and playing hard.  Being there was like a walk down memory lane.  So much has changed and yet the vibe is exactly the same.  Long are the days when we would spend hours and hours at Nectar wine bar, or hitting up Delaney's bar, clubbing at Gravity (in which there are too many embarrassing memories to name), and getting Pizza Orgasmica late night.

 The Husband was craving one of his favorite Mexican restaurants, Mamacita, but to our disappointment it was closed for lunch.  Who does that anyways?  I wanted to go to A16 but The Husband didn't feel like pizza so we opted for Delarosa.  In which...he got pizza.  I liked the ambience but The Husband thought the pictures around the restaurant were cheesy.  It did remind me a little of Miami Vice.  After examining the menu, and trying to figure out what I can eat.  I asked the waitress what was good.  She recommended the Verdure crude.  It had carrots, turnips, fennel, cucumber, beets, and a vinaigrette.  I was familiar with cucumbers and carrots but never have explored turnips, fennel, and beets.  Let me tell you, the salad was de-lish-ious!  I think, after every bite, I looked at The Husband with amazement.  I couldn't get enough.  I think a lot of it has to do with how it was prepped and the colors on the plate were out of this world.  The vibrant yellow and deep red were gorgeous.  I wish this picture did justice.  



Pictured next to my salad is the most incredible, incredibly dangerous drink...the Salty Dog.  I could have had 10 of these.  I probably would have if wasn't noon.  The Salty Dog has fresh grapefruit, vodka, and salt.  Salt+sweet+alcohol= love in a glass.  This was the perfect way to kickstart our date day!

Monday
Feb212011

Eats: French Toast Cook Off

The Husband and I woke up Saturday morning in need of some comfort food.  I am a big fan of making eggs, hash browns, and Morning Star veggie sausages on weekends but I wanted to indulge in something a bit sweeter.   Since we had left over French bread from dinner, the Husband decided to make French Toast.  I must have woken up feelin' pretty competitive because I thought it would be fun to challenge him to a French Toast cook off.  I think I am the only one who thought this would be fun.  The Husband didn't understand why I wouldn't eat his FT, and apparently I was in his way.   While he got his recipe from How to Cook Everything, I got mine from The Vegan Table, by Colleen Patrick-Goudreau.  Thankfully, I had all of the ingredients on hand and it was quick and easy.

The Mix

 

Cook off

 

 

Vegan French Toast

 

Truthfully, his was way better.  Light, fluffy, and delicious.  My son E concurred by spitting mine out after I gave him one bite.  I think he felt bad for me because he kept trying to feed me his/daddy's.  My other son X did not feel the need to participate in the challenge, instead he thought it would be better to paint the walls with the syrup.  Mine was great, but needs perfecting.  It was a bit soggy in the middle.  I will try this recipe again but will not soak the bread so long in the batter and I will cut it a little thicker.  It had awesome flavor thou.  

 

Here's the recipe if anyone wants to give it a go:

 

Fast and Fabulous French Toast

 

1 loaf thick italian or sourdough bread

 

1 cup nondairy milk (I used light vanilla soy)

 

1 teaspoon ground cinnamon

 

1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg

 

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

 

4 tablespoons nondairy, nonhydrogenated butter (I used Earth Balance)

 

real maple syrup

 

sifted confectioners' sugar

 

(I added lemon)

 

Directions 

 

Cut bread into 1/2 inch slices.  In a shallow bowl, whisk together milk, cinnamon, nutmeg, and vanilla with a fork. Set aside.

 

Melt butter in a large skillet over medium heat.  Dip each slice of bread into milk mixture, then place in hot skillet.  Cook until each side is golden brown. 

 

Remove French Toast from heat, and transfer to serving plates.  Drizzle with maple syrup and dust with confectioners' sugar just before serving.