I suffered a bout of the Mondays today, which at one point included locking myself out of the shop. So dumb. Woe is me and my little pea brain.
In order to cheer myself up and gain back my sanity, I’ll share with you my happy place. These days, it’s the memory of my first time going berry picking this past Memorial Day. That was already almost a month ago! I cherish these national holidays when I get to join the rest of society and close up shop. Berry picking has been on my to-do list for a while now, so we took a trip down to Phipps Country Store and Farm in Pescadero. It was my first time visiting that town, and the rest of that day was filled with a bunch of other “firsts,” too.
Like, I fed a donkey. And then tried to kiss it.
I picked my first berry! Look at this tiny, beautiful little baby.
Now I can’t lie, berry picking is some backbreaking business right there. It was a lot of this:
And even though it was overcast and a cool 60 degrees, all that crouching and kneeling had me sweating. But, I dunno, I sweat kind of a lot anyway, so there’s that. TMI? What I’m trying to say is that I didn’t realize it’s such hard physical work, and I have a huge respect for farm labor. I will never again poo poo the cost of organic, local berries.
Look at all the berries I picked! I was so proud of myself.
After Phipp’s farm, we went to this goat cheese creamery nearby. These little guys were really cute.
After the long day of berry-picking and goat-gazing, I made ice cream (another first for me!) and brought it to a barbecue. I made this Mint Chip recipe and I did pretty good, if I say so myself. I also made Tartine-inspired cocoa nib meringues with all the leftover egg whites. Some of them looked more doodoo-shaped then I intended, but they still tasted ok.
And this, folks, is my current happy place. I feel so much better now! ^^