Peachy Keen

My weekends are, like I'm sure yours are, fairly precious. I like to think that I work my tush off all week to truly earn two lazy days of perfect quiet, and this week was no exception on either score.

We made our usual trip to Mountain View where I sunned myself with apple cider in one hand and book in the other (And a Bottle of Rum: The History of the New World in Ten Cocktails). We made a trip to San Francisco Brewcraft to pick up yeast for a batch of spiced apple cider we'll be serving at Thanksgiving, recipe forthcoming. We devoured tacos and the Tulsa-UAB game at our favorite sports bar/Mexican joint on Saturday night, and on Sunday morning, I woke up to a perfectly gray day and another gorgeous breakfast cooked by John.

We scrubbed each corner and shelf clean between curling up with the West Wing season 2 and every hot beverage imaginable–it was the perfect imitation of a real fall weekend, since the only thing that's changed these days in San Francisco is the time the sun sets. And after an early Indian feast, John was sound asleep before 10–he was snoring too sweetly to wake up!


Tell me darlings–what were you up to this weekend?


Image by Esther Louise Photography, Bouquet by Garden on the Square.