Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Back to Bako
Back to 105 degree heat, and the dust, and all that. Back to our critters who no doubt missed us but would never let on. (Our surviving ferret Bueller, the little twerp, knocked his water bottle over sometime this weekend. Hell of a way to try to kill yourself. Still, he looks none the worse for wear.)
With the exception of that first night, our meals were excellent all around. I think the most memorable dishes were the sesame cake-scotch semifreddo at Cass House, and the corn pudding that sat below my seared scallops at Black Cat. I’ve found several recipes for corn pudding on the web, and I’m eager to start experimenting.
Of the two towns we visited, Cambria and Cayucos, Cambria is the more upscale of the two, but that just means that instead of innumerable antique stores selling cheap shlock they had innumerable art galleries selling expensive shlock. Yes, yes, art is subjective, but you’d think I would occasionally see something worthwhile at a seaside art gallery. Nope.
I haven’t checked my weight yet. Made no effort to stay on the diet, so I won’t be surprised by the worst.
D.
