Drove up last Monday to Tomales Bay for a couple of bags of Tod's (T.B.O. Co.) best. We cut in the back way along Sir Francis Drake through the long, tight valley made green from the recent rains. Sliding in and out of the odd cluster of redwood groves, the sun low and light, the air cool, we caught sight of a group of wild turkeys digging for a snack near Big Rock; no doubt relieved to still be around to do so after Thanksgiving.
Hitting the water just outside Olema, all was calm and quiet after the weekend, the bay and surroundings a series of images to paint. Regretfully, we'd resisted the pull to pop a few of the oyster's by the waterside, and didn't make it past Point Reyes Staion before giving in to hunger. Roast chicken on rolls satisfied us, watching the world go by (or at least a very small part of it) sitting on a shaky bench along the "main". Out of respect for the Miyagis in the trunk, we fought the urge to do the Stinson way back, opting instead to retrace the morning's path.
Once back in the City, we made a quick stop at our fish guy's for chowder fixing's; Kate's concession to "The Night Before..." post. Spoil me she did. Rich and creamy, loaded in clams, small scallops, shrimp, and chunks of local halibut, she opted for added celery and some of her jarred sweet corn instead of potatoes. A few pieces of toasted baguette for crunch, some greens to balance, a crisp, cheap Rhône white, all preceded by the bright and briny oysters... Who says Monday's have to be a drag? (Recipes on request.)
Chez Gautier Cooking School: http://www.chez-gautier.com
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