Bridge Watching and other scary things.
Let’s talk about this weekend’s adventures. There were highways, gas stations and bridges. I might have a made friends out of strangers although there was too much wine to be clear on that. Aaaaand! I taught my first cooking class. In Sonoma. That happened.
Take a peek!
I spent an evening in and around San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge. It chokes me up. It makes me a little teary eyed. It’s just a bridge. Why would a bridge make me want to cry? Weirdo.
I stayed at a lovely resort tucked just behind the Golden Gate Bridge. I got lost trying to find it. So lost. But look at this place? Doesn’t it look like where you’d want to fall in love with Ryan Gosling if you were Rachel McAdams?
Long grass. It’s got character.
Birds. Boats and buildings.
I spent the rest of the evening in the city without my camera. If you are two of the three women that were with me that night… you should be glad I didn’t have my camera. I’m just sayin. Wow. Wine. Wow. We all have our ‘too much wine’ moments. I remember mine: in front of The Pioneer Woman and Steamy Kitchen. Oops.
I made my way to Ramekins in Sonoma. Above is James. He was my hype man. He said nice things and introduced me to the class. Awesome. Thank you.
The kitchen at Ramekins is gorgeous. My kitchen is never this organized.
Nor does it ever have this many people in it.
Cameron is making Creme Fraiche Quiche. She’s a dear.
Jessica is peppering some biscuits. Rad.
Danielle is cutting biscuits. Nice form.
Jessica brought Tom. He’s the silent type. He got his hands dirty.
Everyone gathered ’round the griddle making pancakes for themselves. I’m pretty sure I’ve found heaven.
Meet Annie. She’s the most dear, lovely and gracious lady I’ve ever met. Annie, thanks for your endless help and support with this class. Thanks for the hospitality and for loving macarons enough to stop a taxi. You’re great.
And… this is what the drive home after a crazy weekend looks like…
… but this is what if feels like. And. Yes. I did sing every Fiona Apple song I know on the drive home. I also ate a cheeseburger. And chocolate.
Thank you to all of you shining people who came out to Ramekins for my first baking class. Big hugs of appreciation to the fine folk at Ramekins who made my class run like an absolute dream. I’ll be back. April.