Well, Whaddaya Gnocci?
Mary Hall and I can’t seem to catch our breaths around here lately…..and since we missed our regularly scheduled Monday post, I thought if bring you this mini post about two things I did last weekend.
I had a work event in the San Francisco Bay Area this past weekend, and while typically my travel only means I see the inside of lots of airports, Starbucks and churches, we were blessed to have a night off and headed to Sausalito for dinner. This adorable little area might be my new favorite place…we strolled the waterfront, took in an art gallery or two, snapped a few (distant) shots of Alcatraz and settled into a street cafe for dinner….where I ate red sauce. This is a big deal for me since typically I’m fairly anti-condiments and sauces. But this was thinner on the sauce part and heavy on the huge chunks of tomato and basil and served over a potato gnocci with smoked mozzerella….mmmm. I’m totally craving it again.
And then we drove over the Golden Gate Bridge. In a mustang. While eating cookie dough icecream from a waffle cone. So thankful for little spontaneous perfect moments.