Another one bites the dust

"Meet me in St. Louis," Ryan told us. And the Aloia clan did, complete with enough party to cover both sides of the aisle. Even Grandpa was unstoppable on the dance floor, showing us all how 92-years-young looks. The married cousin count now stands at 3 out of 12.

Meet me in St. Louis - check

As for how the rest of the weekend looked, let's just say that if you don't knock St. Louis off your list, you don't have to stress. We went the National Blues Museum and the Museum at the Gateway Arch, none of which were really worth writing home over. The next day, Nicolas and I hung out at the zoo before getting some pretty fabulous boozy ice cream at Clementine's Naughty & Nice Creamery which, while writing this post I have just learned, offers nationwide delivery that I am now seriously considering. That Manhattan? I'm not gonna lie - still thinking about it. I've been so sidelined by the ice cream that I nearly forgot to mention the people with whom we shared it - Sylvia and Peter! My middle school friend and her husband are wrapping up their final year in the Gateway City, so Ryan's wedding was a perfect chance for us to all catch up. And it certainly had been a while: last time we'd seen each other, Sylvia completely surprised me with a very pregnant belly at a bar in SF. And before that, we'd met up in St. Louis when I was a tech at Scientifica installing a two-photon microscope at SLU, light years (yet only a half year) away from demoing my own design work to a certain Mr. Musk. Life is strange like that.

This weekend I wore purple shoes, danced with Grandpa, saw Ryan kick off married life, and ate boozy ice cream with several of my favorite people, so I suppose I can't complain. St. Louis: been there, done that, twice. Who'd have thought?

The rose festival that wasn't

Turns out those commuter benefits don't just go south. A few months along and a few more Amtrak tricks up our sleeves, we boarded another train from the station down the street, this time northbound. Destination: Portland. Timing: Rose Festival.

"Commuting" to Portland

The surprise of the weekend: the lack of roses at said festival. Somehow the "rose festival" actually translated to a county fair set up in heart of the city, but at least there were fireworks. Luckily Portland also has pastries and tea to distract. Had I forgotten what cold felt like, or how to deal with rain? Perhaps, but nothing a few last minute purchases couldn't resolve. And the shopping gave me a legitimate excuse to drag Nicolas through several cutesy boutiques and outdoor markets.

A weekend in Portland

Overall, there was plenty to fill a long weekend: a pretty great beer selection (unless you're on the hunt for a Belgian triple), some legitimate bread (none of this San Francisco sourdough, thanks), and the cutest bourbon bar. A teamaker from whom I can only assume we'll be placing regular orders for more black lavender. Proper multi-hour hikes within walking distance of city center. And gardens in town that actually do boast those aforementioned roses not exactly featured in their namesake's festival. Not bad for a weekend "commute."😉

Fancy folks up in wine country

Now that we're fancy, we drink wine. We got sold on a "wine society membership" where we have to buy 3 bottles once every 3 months and, in exchange, we can go up to California wine country and get 1 free tasting per month at each of the Boisset vineyards. If we were to pace ourselves, we'd have an excuse to get up there nearly every weekend now. Our limitation: lack of car ownership. (Like I said, we're fancy.) The nice bit of news is that we can bring up to 4 people to these tastings, so I guess it's time we get on the making-friends-and-playing-nice thing. And surprise, surprise, we pulled it off twice this past month.

Snapshots from visits to Buena Vista and DeLoach Vineyards

Restaurant Weeks Post(?)-Pandemic!

 Restaurant Week rolled around again, and the pandemic is ... over? Let's go with that. So it was time to get out and eat our way through our new neighborhood. While Emeryville itself doesn't participate in the festivities, it's only a few minutes to the borders of Berkeley and Oakland, which happen to host overlapping restaurant weeks in late March and early April.

First stop, A Côté in Oakland's Rockridge neighborhood, which offered a three-course tasting menu that kicked off with a burrata with toast and veggies, came in cozy with a ricotta sformato that was all comfort food, and finished sweet with a strawberry-elderflower parfait. Don't mind if I do.

A Côté's Tasting Menu

Next stop, Agave Uptown back in our old neighborhood, an Oaxacan-Californian restaurant which somehow seemed to have missed the point of Restaurant Week since its menu didn't actually offer discounts compared to the standard fare. Not bad but not a must-taste.

Agave Uptown, where we wound up just ordering off the standard menu. The flan was probably the highlight.

We rounded things off with my first experience of truly upscale Vietnamese food with fabulously creative cocktails paired with each course at Co Nam in Oakland's Temescal neighborhood.

Co Nam, where Nicolas even tried the shrimp ceviche (and lived for me to tell the tale!) and whose spicy cocktail recipes I've got to revisit.

Not to be outdone, Berkeley had already kicked off its own Restaurant Week by the time we settled into our reservation at Co Nam. After missing out on the first weekend of Berkeley's rendition, we squeezed in a Berkeley venue just under the wire on the final Sunday evening of their Restaurant Week. Despite an initial mishap, we landed at Passione Emporio, an Italian hole-in-the-wall about 20 minutes' walk from our new home. Their focaccia has got me dying to return to taste their pizza crust, and their cacio e pepe pasta (part of the pasta tasting board) still makes my mouth water.

This won't be the last time that we spend an evening with Passione Emporio's cacio et pepe and an affogatto (Nicolas's first!)

All-in-all, a successful Restaurant Week(s) 2022, especially for a couple of people who purchased a home less than a half year ago and still aren't especially liquid. It was made all the sweeter for the friends we shared each of these restaurants with. It's been taking a while to build a community here in California, but things are looking a bit more hopeful for 2022. Looking forward return trips to Passione Emporio and Co Nam and the company of the friends with whom we'll share those meals.

A big group for Big Sur

What started out with the question of how to burn through some frequent flyer miles that were about to expire but weren't enough to buy a flight (answer: rent a car for the weekend) quickly turned into our very first group trip this side of the Atlantic (sans the rental car, in the end). It was really gratifying to realize, even if the journey's taken a lot longer than we'd expected (and was awkwardly interrupted by a global pandemic that wasn't exactly the best formula for socializing), that we've finally got enough of a social circle in California that we can pull off something like this.

Hiking around the Pacific Valley Bluff just south of Big Sur

Dinner and drinks (not our most photogenic moment) at the Big Sur Taphouse

Obscenely portioned American style breakfast at From Scratch Restaurant

Sunday afternoon at the beach

Just like that, we've checked off Big Sur and I've checked off the first half of my thirties. 

A scenic ride at a slower pace

 After two years of pandemic and a work shuttle, those commuter benefits have been building up in my account. Turns out Amtrak accepts commuter benefits. Put two and two together, and we got ourselves quite the scenic free ride down to Los Angeles for Presidents' Day weekend. The Coast Starlight Train isn't for anyone in a hurry, but it's fantastic if you enjoy a day disconnecting with a good book and some scenic views. To top it off, if you've nabbed yourself a seat in the business or sleeper cars, you can even enjoy some literal fine dining - fresh cut flowers, real fabric table cloths, and a proper three-course meal, all enjoyed in a booth gently rocking to the rhythm of some very slow train tracks. It definitely felt as though we'd stepped back in time to an era when no one had to worry about rushing or maximizing productivity. Honestly, that dining car meal my very well have been my highlight of the trip, other than of course meeting the woman who's about to become my cousin-in-law and her very hungry cat. Unfortunately there's no photographic evidence of the latter highlights, so here ya go, proof of a lovely long "commuter" weekend.

While our co-workers toiled away on the Friday leading up to the long weekend, we took in the views between the naps and books.

While Meghan squeezed in some grading and Ryan enjoyed a Sunday afternoon off, Nicolas and I hit up downtown LA, a major highlight being The Lost Bookstore - no end of photo-worthy hidey holes.

An extra slow ride home when the cops blocked the tracks just outside LA for over 3 hours. We slowly realized we'd definitely need to find on-train dinner options, which turned out to be quite the unexpectedly pleasant surprise.

A tasty, rainy, West Coast Christmas

Despite our best efforts to the contrary, coronavirus trapped us on the West Coast for a second year in a row. We made the most of it with a very last minute celebration with a few Argentinian friends who were also stuck in this corner of the planet. Though family was only with us on zoom, family tradition was very present as we baked the most prized of family heirlooms, my great-great-grandma Aloia's manicotti recipe. While various renditions of the family not-so-secret tradition in numerous matriarchs' handwriting circulate through the generations, now seems as good a time as ever to ensure that I've got an electronic back-up. So, though the writing of this blogpost may be anything but inspired, its contents most certainly are. Here for posterity is the Aloia Family Manicotti Recipe!

We couldn't enjoy the holiday with family but we did enjoy it with a family tradition: manicotti. Yum!

Ingredients

• 8 eggs (6 for pasta, 2 for filling)
• 1.25 cups flour
• 1.5 cups water
• 3 pounds ricotta
• handful of grated Parmesan cheese
• salt (0.5 tsp & a pinch)
• pepper (0.25 tsp)
• grapeseed oil
• 50-60 ounces of tomato sauce

Instructions

1. Whisk 6 eggs and water together.
2. Sift the flour into the mixture, continually whisking.
3. Add a pinch of salt.
4. Heat a 6.5" cast iron fry pan over medium-low heat. Use a pastry brush to coat pan with a thin coat of grapeseed oil.
5. Pour less than a quarter cup of batter into the pan, tilting to cover the bottom.
6. When the edges of the crepe begin to curl and the crepe looks solid, flip it onto the other side to cook. Do not brown the crepe.
7. Move the cooked crepe from the pan to a paper towel.
8. Repeat steps 5-7 until batter is used up. Between crepes, as needed, re-apply a light coat of grapeseed oil using the pastry brush. In all, at least 24-30 crepes should be made.
9. Mix together the ricotta, salt, pepper, 2 eggs, and Parmesan.
10. Pour a thin layer of tomato sauce in the bottom of the baking pan to coat.
11. Fill each crepe with approximately 1 tablespoon of the ricotta cheese mixture. Fold over the sides of the crepe. Lay the crepes side-by-side in the pan.
12. Add a layer of sauce between each layer of cheese-filled crepes.
13. Pour a final layer of sauce atop the crepes. Sprinkle with Parmesan cheese.
14. Bake at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for about an hour or until hot in the center. Cover with foil to avoid drying out while baking.
15. Enjoy! :)

I hope your holidays have been equally delicious and filled with loved ones, be them acquaintances of the old & dear or more recent variety. Cheers to saying F-off to 2021!