A Day by the Bay

See, this is what I’m talking about. One job = free weekends! Today began with plans to go to the San Rafael Farmers’ Market with the Mad Grammarian and ended up with a day trip up to Sebastopol and Bodega Bay. Once we got our produce all together MG mentioned that she had been told of a vintage store up in Sebastopol that she’d like to check out. Why not? We don’t have any other plans. So off we toddled, up through the beautiful hills and out to the coast. The vintage shop was meh, so we proceeded on past Sebastopol to The Wild Flour Bread Bakery. It’s a crazy crowded bakery that is simply the best bread on earth. MG got some wheat bread and I got this UNBELIEVABLE bread made with Egyptian figs, pears and ginger. So great. Then we headed up to the bay to drive around and we stopped at a little place called Cioppino for lunch. Here’s what happened when we ordered:

MG: I’d like the fish & chips

Waitress: Ok. And for you?

Me: I’d like the cioppino pizza.

Waitress: (beaming) Excellent choice! I love that!

img_0113Clearly, I chose wisely. It was AMAZING. The pizza was covered COVERED in crab, shrimp, clams and mussels. I offered a bite to the MG who politely declined b/c she doesn’t eat “bottom-feeders.” Whatever. I pity her for not having the pleasure of eating that pizza.

On our way back we stopped at the Petaluma Outlets and picked up a couple of necessities. It was SUCH a lovely day. From now on, when asked what I do for fun, one of the things I’m going to say is this.

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