Binging on Burritos in Big Sur!
Trip Start Apr 05, 2007
9Trip End Apr 22, 2007
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Ah, Easter Sunday. Growing up it was all about the chocolate bunnies; it never really changes, does it? Today, however, I accompanied Kathryn to the local Church (St. Joseph's) for Easter mass - the first I've been to in my 37 years on the planet. It was a lovely sunny April day (and warm, for my friends back home), and what better way to start it off than by being one with Jesus. That's two days in a row - I'm sensing a theme (except yesterday I was praying I would make it to the bottom of the mountain as I hurtled down it at high-velocity on my bike, hoping to not actually meet God face-to-face). Someone's looking out for me.
Big Sur (what about little sur?)
After picking up our turkey and fixins for our evening feast (currently in the oven), we set out on yet another "Thelma and Louise" adventure (now affectionately known as a "Kath and Kath" adventure). With a Peet's coffee (the next Starbucks) in hand, the sun shining and a bright blue sky, we set out heading south to Big Sur and Carmel. The drive alone was magnificent, particularly Kathryn's Andretti-like driving skills in the Uplander as we took the curves with ease along the highway, up and down the mountains, alongside the odd steep drop. God and I had a couple more conversations on that drive! Seriously though, it was a pretty fun and windy drive...and then suddenly, as we rounded a corner the first view of Big
It's All About the Burrito!
It would seem that, despite the scenery and being one with nature, the destination of our adventure was the Burrito place at the General Store, situated beside the River Inn, in Big Sur. Kathryn had told me about these burritos, and I was game to share one (given we were making a huge Easter dinner, sharing seemed like the best and least-fattening idea).
Carmel - Wasn't That An Ice Cream Store in New York State?
Ohhh....that was Carvel! As a sidebar, those of us who grew up in the 70s (or earlier) in Southern Ontario will remember those Saturday and Sunday morning, fast-paced Carvel television commercials, complete with luscious images of soft-serve ice cream to tantalize childrens' taste buds (to this day I still want a soft-serve Carvel ice cream cake for my birthday - now that's the power of good marketing). Kathryn grew up in Sudbury, and doesn't remember those Carvel ice cream ads. Oddly enough I craved ice cream all day, since we started talking about visiting Carmel.
Carmel is a cute little ocean-side artisan and shoppers-haven town. While the only indulgence we allowed ourselves in Carmel was a chocolate Easter egg, the highlight of our visit to the ice-cream-thought-provoking-town being able to dip my feet for the first time in the Pacific Ocean. I have, as of today, officially visited (and put body parts into) both Oceans, as well as a sea, a channel and perhaps even a straight. It was glorious; loud, cold, and one of those moments that remind you you're truly alive.
Who Knew Turnip is a Canadian Thing?
Being Easter, we two food-loving and marginally domestic single women decided to treat ourselves to a full-on Easter dinner, with all the trimmings. I decided to make my Mother's divine Turnip Casserole, and even phoned Mom back in chilly T.O. to have her e-mail me the recipe.
Do you think we could find a turnip anywhere in Calfornia? We moved to plan B - squash.
En route to Big Sur we drove by many artichoke farms, which I discovered, grow much like a pineapple (I have seen pineapples growing first-hand in Thailand). And given we had little luck locating a turnip, we opted for fresh (and huge) artichoke instead. So, we're up to squash and artichoke, which served as a complement to our turkey, stuffing, cranberries, salad, pinot grigio, apple blossoms...
...and ice cream for dessert.
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