usually when i’m staying in a vacation rental i stock up on provisions at the market, but this time i decided to forego a market run, and instead eat out when i get hungry. really, it’s just an excuse to return to mesa verde, a delicious plant-based restaurant on the mesa in santa barbara. i mentioned it when i was here for a week last november.
today i ordered the jackfruit street tacos because
A. i’ve been wanting to try jackfruit
B. i saw them being delivered to someone else and i almost snatched one off the tray as the server walked by
last night i had a flatbread pizza with roasted brussel sprouts, charred greens, onions and cashew “cheese”. oyvey!
okay well i had to have dessert didn’t i?
baklava with pomegranate molasses, “ice cream”, pistachios, sumac powder (lemony). good food + good inspiration for cooking ideas. i came back to my storybook lane and ordered a bottle of pomegranate molasses (tart & lemony) and some sumac powder. thinking both will be good on savory dishes.
i love being so close to the mission. not only is it a cinematic experience when i pass it on the drive home from the beach at night. but i can hear the deep timbre of the bells floating up through the hills. so romantic!
at dawn the beach is a mirror reflecting the sky. i walked on and on because there was an extremely low tide. everything is lovely and clear.
it’s my favorite time to walk. few people are out. the air is cold and fresh.
everything is bright.
each thing arranges itself before me.
here comes the sun.
i feel exhilarated.
the sand, rocks, sea grass, tide pools. everything.
so heartbreakingly beautiful.
after an hour or so i left the beach and drove through the hills.
i stopped for refreshments at pierre la fond for a delectable cinnamon roll and coffee.
they have a small courtyard perfect for journal writing and people watching.
montecito has some quirky characters and most of them seem to congregate here in the mornings.
i stopped at the sheffield reservoir park high in the hills and meandered around.
then i stumbled across skofield park which has a creek running through it.
by the time i arrived back at the carriage house at 10 am i’d walked in 3 different locations.
santa barbara is casting her usual spell on me.
thanks for tagging along with me dear readers. right now as i type this the scent of wisteria is drifting through the open window in my bedroom. i just went outside and looked up into the clear black sky. the stars shine brighter here than in LA. it is blissfully quiet. i can hear nightbirds and other wild things rustling in the hedgerow.