Frog Hollow Farm, San Francisco: A Before And After Review

In September of 2009, Jay and I spent a couple days in San Francisco.  Jay was at a conference during the day, so I went exploring by myself.  A traveler I am most certainly not.  Big cities give me great cautionary pause.  But I didn't want my silly fears to hinder my time, so I was determined I'd ride the F-Line to the Ferry Building.  Here's an excerpt from my travel journal: "Jeff off to conference.  Went to hotel and got ibuprofen and sunglasses (all-important).  To Powell & Market-bought one-day pass for $11.  Then walked!  Too scared!  Then got brave and hopped on streetcar at 1st St to Ferry Building.  Yay me!"

It was at the Ferry Building that I found Frog Hollow Farm.

My journal reads "sandwiches, pastries, sweet & savory..."

"...but the fresh, organic fruit is the star."

At that time, they had pears.  Miles and miles of pears.  Knowing I was about to meet Jay for lunch at Sellers Markets, I knew I couldn't go all crazy, so I decided to try a Taylor Gold, sliced up, and arranged quite regally on a pleasantly square plate by the fantastic staff.

I remember it being delectable, and my journal entry confimrs that, describing it as "creamy, juicy, not like a regular grainy supermarket pear". 

Before leaving, I checked out the organic chutneys and conserves. 

The 'before' all sounds pretty terrific doesn't it?  Let's see...fantastic food, check.  Fresh organic fruit, check.  Beautiful conserves, check.  What could make this place better?

Oh, yeah, that's right!  A little Bug!

The second week in April '10 we spent some time in San Francisco again.  Jeff was at another conference, and this time, Bug got to come with us!  What a difference a child makes!  It was such fun showing her all the things I had discovered and watching her face as she took it all in.

After exploring the Ferry Building for a while, Jay met up with us for some lunch, and where else would we go but Frog Hollow?

Bug loved lunch at Frog Hollow Farm.  And while there were no pears this time, we devoured lots of other deliciousness. 

Jeff had a chicory salad with grapefruit and avocado in a citrus vinaigrette.  It was out of this world! 

I had the avocado toast.  Chewy, thick slices of crusty onion bread, toasted and rubbed with garlic, then topped with perfectly fresh avocado slices and freshly ground black pepper.  OH!  My mouth is watering over this memory!

Bug had a fruit salad and then finished off my avocado toast.  The only way she pried it out of my still-living fingers was by being so cute and offspring-like.

We shared some empanadas--one carnitas and one ham and cheese. Mmmm. Chewy. Flaky. Meaty.  Cheesy.

Using the same tactics as mentioned above, Bug managed to get the last bite of the ham and cheese empanada.

We drank from cups made from plants.  I love this city.

So the verdict?  'Before' visit: wonderful, fun, interesting.  'After' visit?  Take the 'before' visit and multiply it by 10.  Everything tastes better with a little Bug. 

"And There Were Three Little Bears...

...sitting in chairs..." ~ Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown

Some of these photos are blurry and all of them could have used some lighting and color enhancements.  But in the interests of time, which seems to be at an all time low these days, I added these photos without editing them.

They're all in sequence, taken within seconds of eachother.  I couldn't pick just a few.  The facial expressions, the mayhem, it's all there.  The only thing you're missing out on is the incredible noise level.

A Catch Up Post

This post is dedicated to Grandma Judy who has quietly been living in a Bug, Bex and Dee photograph void for the past few months and whose patience with such void has been overly gracious!


So.  A few things.

#1.  Bananas are good.  We go through 78 a day.  78 bunches that is.  Not 78 individual bananas.  Just to clarify.  In case you thought we were getting off easy on our grocery bill. 



















It goes against my buy-local policy, but local options in this case don't exist.  Plus, how can I not buy bananas for this face?

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

#2.  Sometimes I like to leave them to their own devices just to see what transpires.   

It's often entertaining.  Sometimes dangerous.  But usually just entertaining. 

(Stay at home moms really live on the edge).

#3.  Bug will be representing Native Americans in her dance recital this summer.  Her in her costume makes the Too Cute for Words top ten list. 

#4.  If she gets any more beautiful, I may have to look away, lest my heart burst into a thousand pieces.

I can't even begin to tell you what an amazing person she is blossoming into.  She is so bright, so caring, so inquisitive, so earnest, so concerned.  And she loves Jesus like crazy.  It really is something to see. 

One of my favorite examples: One day I found her bible opened to the picture of Jesus on the cross.  His hands and feet had been scraped off the page. Little scraps of Kleenex had been put on the scrapes. I asked her why she'd messed up her bible like that.  She told me she'd been trying to take the nails out of poor Jesus and put band aids on him.  I just love her.

#5.  Peek-a-boo.  That about sums it up.