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Monday, May 23, 2011

ahem.

It has recently come to my attention that if I were to stop eating the following, I would probably lose 47 pounds or so:


Now this wasn't because some random passerby or rude very truthful friend pointed out my love of cheese, but no - I simply took stock of our refrigerator and noticed that about 25% of it could be found in your local grocer's dairy section.

I could be exaggerating.

I am exaggerating.

But as I just sat here eating a snack of crackers with goat cheese and cherry tomatoes, such a realization was had:


It's still true, two wasted paragraphs later. [Wasted, as in the space on this blog site, not as in the vino I should be drinking with said goat cheese topped-crackers.]

My parents - Dan and Noel - were in town this past weekend; hoping on Saturday to trek up to Sausalito, to see old family houses, the famous liquor store that they met in (no joke), and honk at the hospital yours truly was born in, our plans were quickly thwarted by every other Bay Area resident hoping to stake their claim in Marin county that day as well. [Or at the rivaling Giants-A's game, I'm not sure...]

So what to then do with a couple who grew up in the area, who doesn't then need to see Fisherman's Wharf, and isn't about to trek to the top of Montara Mountain? (My favorite viewpoint hike, by the way).

Harley Farms Goat Dairy, of course!

We took the 1 down from San Francisco to Pescadero, a quaint little farming town south of Half Moon Bay. I'd learned about the goat farm when James and I were engaged; enthralled with the idea of getting married in a barn, I began researching barns in the area, of which Harley Farms has an - albeit small - one for hosting monthly organic dinners and small celebrations. (Any of you want to go in for one of the monthly dinners? Two words: Goat Cheese. Third word: Yum).

Anyways, we got there, and immediately smelled these:


(All photos courtesy of Harley Dairy Goat Farms).

And then tried to get a couple of these little mini buggers to chat with us, but they ran into their little goat-house and hid...


But we then succeeded in eating said favored fromage, including all of these ones here:


It put Costco's free samples to shame, that's all I have to say. Who needs lunch when you've got hoards of goat cheese to sample? And olive oil. And honey. And more cheese.

Needless to say, I loved our little jaunt out of the hustle and bustle of the Peninsula to the heartland of the coastal farming community. As I prepare to make grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner, go book yourself a tour at the goat farm.

You can thank me later.

3 comments:

Patty Brem said...

I have a friend who hates cheese and I think she's crazy. I really wish I hated cheese though.

caramac said...

patty, we need to have a date! I need to get my hiney to salinas or yours to the city again - with or without cheese!

Jenn Lopez said...

I think that is a must "field trip" next time I'm down there for a few days! How fun!!!