Essay: Our Soulless Society

I watch as the world moves forward, and I’m not impressed.

Those of us alive today seem destined to accept that which is put in front of us, without the ability to change much. The untouchable corporate and internet world dominates most of what we buy, watch and read. No longer are there many alternatives, places we can give our business and where we might find an owner who would actually take the time and care to serve us.

Along the way, I’ve come to believe that we are part of a growing, unrelentingly soulless society.

I looked up the definition of “soulless” and it said, “the lack of human feelings and qualities,” and that is indeed how we now live much of our lives, reduced to dealing with computers at every stage of our day, with little opportunity to be heard or to live differently.

Because machines are so capable today, it is far easier and cheaper for the companies that dominate our lives to make us live in a world without human contact. If you have an issue with Google, Amazon, Netflix or Facebook, go ahead and try to find a human to help you. It’s possible to go through a whole day and never have a conversation with another person. That doesn’t sound good and it’s certainly not a recipe for a healthy and fulfilling life.

Yesterday, I had to go to Ikea, my least favorite store, to buy a shelving unit that holds metal baskets. We use them in our playroom so that the plethora of toys, games, puzzles, Legos and books can be organized, at least while the nine grandkids (all age six and under) aren’t there.

I preplanned my visit so that I could avoid the labyrinth-like layout that defines the store. When I could not find the location of the boxes I needed, I asked an employee who, without a word, pointed to a screen a short distance away where I could look it up myself. I eventually found my box and headed to the shortest line—which was the self-check-out line. I went through it without a word to anyone.

From there, I had lunch with a friend at a new, hip Palo Alto restaurant. Though it is rather expensive and high-end, we had to place our order on a screen at the front. A sign pointed to where we would pick up our food when it was ready. If you wanted water, there was a self-serve area for filling a glass. When I realized that we would literally have no human connection, I was a bit flummoxed when the machine gave me the options for a 15-, 18- or 20-percent tip. How about none—does that work for you?

After lunch, I headed to Target to look for a 49ers shirt for my grandson Noah’s third birthday. The store was cold and lifeless. There was no music, nothing cheerful, nothing to make my experience enjoyable. I couldn’t find a football jersey (or anyone to ask about it) but there was a nice one for the Giants, so I walked to the front, where the self-check-out line beckoned. Again, I was in and out of the store without any interaction with a human.

These stores are all competing for their lives with Amazon, that great killer of everything dear—a monolith that our government has allowed to grow unchecked, destroying everything in its wake, from bookstores and toy stores to pharmacies and delivery companies. It got me realizing that there really wasn’t much of a difference in experience between large corporate-owned stores and Amazon anymore. The advantage of the store is that you can see a product and take it home with you. Amazon’s advantage—which seems to give it an insurmountable lead over, well, everyone—is its ability to deliver your goods the next day from an endless selection at an unbeatable price.

Once you are home from your soulless, human-free day out, there is little conversation with your family because they are absorbed by their phones or iPads. And instead of calling someone on the phone to see how they’re doing—and to hear the emotions and nuances in their voices—we text them or maybe email or WhatsApp them.

One can literally go through a full day—out and about and “communicating” with others—with no meaningful human interaction. I think we underestimate how much is lost when we eliminate the conversations—even the small ones—in our day. Just saying, “Hello, how are you?” or “How’s your day been?” brings a touch of humanity to us all.

Soulless. That’s where we are and we’re diving in deeper with AI, which will only make matters worse. Even with my introverted personality, I am trying to engage just about every human I encounter. My friend Dan showed me the way. Ask a waiter about themself; ask the postman about his routes; open doors for everyone; help an older person or a young mother navigate their way.

Fight it and don’t give in. Don’t let the soullessness being foisted upon us turn you into a soulless person. Make local bookstores, mom-and-pop restaurants and independent hardware stores your destinations. And while you’re there, make sure to ask everyone how their day is going.

Q&A: Maryles Casto

The former flight attendant, Filoli board member and founder of Casto Travel agency shares her favorite moments and biggest lessons from a lifetime in the air.

What was your first flying experience?
On my father’s two-seater plane, doing acrobatic maneuvers. That’s when my love affair with flying began.

How did you approach your job as a flight attendant for Philippine Airlines?
I learned early on to treat every passenger who boarded my flights as a guest in my home.

Did you have any stressful situations while working?
On a DC3 flight, heavy turbulence caused by a big altitude drop caused the rear baggage compartment’s cover to open. Roosters in cages got out and flew around the cabin. Chasing after them was quite an undertaking!

What does travel mean to you?
It’s a classroom without walls.

Which unfamiliar foods have you eaten on your travels?
A piece of alligator (which tasted like chicken), cockroach (ugh!), snake and snails.

What was one of your most memorable flights?
On a flight originating from a city of mostly native tribal groups, two fierce warriors in full regala carried on their kris swords. I asked the pilots to help and was advised (with amusement) that their swords were a sign of authority and would not be surrendered to this newbie flight attendant. I sat the warriors down right in front of my seat where I could have my eyes glued to them the whole flight.

How did this stand-off conclude?
Just before landing, it was part of our service to pass around a tray of candies. My two gold-toothed warriors considered it a gift and smiled. It was a happy ending.

Can you share an important life lesson?
Whether you choose to stay the course or try a different
path, anywhere you go, your strength, abilities and talents
go with you.

Tell us about one of your more adventurous travels.
Paddling down the Sepik River in New Guinea in dugout canoes to reach Karawari Lodge. The canoes were very uncomfortable—the seats were directly on each crossbeam—but the river also had many villages where we could stop. We chose it because it was remote, still undiscovered and we could experience its various ethnic groups and their traditions.

What’s your favorite souvenir from that Sepik River trip?
It’s more of a treasure. It’s the mask that a medicine man from a headhunting tribe was wearing. He fancied my old sneakers and a barter was reached.

What have you been watching lately?
The Americas, a nature series narrated by Tom Hanks.
It’s an incredible journey, exploring the creatures and ecosystems from North to South America, with unbelievable footage of snowy mountains, wildlife, tropical rain forests and the oceans.

Diary of a Dog: Mathilda

As told to Margaret Koenig

I was named for the heroine of the classic children’s book, and while I may lack my namesake’s prodigiousness, my lively spirit more than makes up for it. I’m Mathilda, a four-year-old bernadoodle (half Bernese mountain dog, half poodle) born at Swiss Ridge Kennels in Ontario. Because the U.S.-Canada border was closed during the pandemic, my journey to Menlo Park was complicated. I was driven to the border and met by a “puppy nanny” who spent the night with me in Buffalo, New York, before flying to SFO. Robin, who had been kept informed of every detail of my journey, met us at the airport. We were equally excited to finally meet each other! My life with Robin in Menlo Park can be summed up as snooping, socializing and spinning. My favorite activity is sitting high on a hill where I can watch over the world (and spy on everyone I see). I love to meet and play with humans and dogs alike. There’s a transitional home for young adults up the street, and when I meet them on walks, I freely bestow my kisses and affections. I’m equally excited to interact with fellow dogs. The neighborhood knows me for my pirouettes, when I throw myself into the air in greeting. My energetic nature has occasionally led me into trouble. I failed a Canine Good Citizens class after launching myself at the examiner and, in Robin’s words, “going ballistic” on a rescue dog that had been brought in to test everyone. They promised I could try again when I’m older. Until then? I’ll be right here, keeping an eye on everyone and happily twirling.

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Perfect Shot: Salty Scenery

Ted Simon’s aerial image of a salt pond’s livid hue casts the perimeter of the Bay in an otherworldly light. Tiny microbes that thrive in the briny brew are responsible for the color—the saltier it is, the redder it gets. Ted, a local historian raised in Belmont, has been on a years-long mission to document the area’s transformation through his photos and interviews with locals.

Image by Ted Simon / tjsimon@pacbell.net

Calling all Shutterbugs: If you’ve captured a unique perspective of the Peninsula, we’d love to see your Perfect Shot. Email us at hello@punchmonthly.com to be considered for publication.

Seaside Sax

Words by Johanna Harlow

At a beachside venue in Half Moon Bay, a jazz quartet is getting into the groove. The bandleader, a vibraphonist named Jalen Baker, wields his mallets in ways that require quite a lot of core strength. The bassist bobs and bends, the pianist plunges into a rousing riff and the drummer builds into cymbal-crashing crescendos. It’s a good day to be at the Bach Dancing & Dynamite Society.

“I love places like SF Jazz … I give them a lot of credit, but it’s not my favorite place to go hear jazz. I’d rather be here,” says Barbara Douglas Riching. In addition to her role as artistic director and president, she’s also the daughter of the Bach’s fiery and free-spirited founder, Prentice “Pete” Douglas.

Cover Photo: Courtesy of Brian McMillen / Balcony Photo: Johanna Harlow

You need only attend a show at this 200-seat venue to sense the palpable intimacy and authenticity of this place. “My dad felt very strongly that jazz was like chamber music—and it should be presented that way, in a very intimate situation. I totally agree,” says Barbara. “People feel like they’re a part of one organism in this room. It feels like we’re all really connected.” The greats have flocked here since its opening in 1964, with Etta James, Bobby Hutcherson, Bill Evans, Duke Ellington and Dizzy Gillespie taking the stage.

Beginning with a Bang

At 17, Pete snuck into his first bar and encountered Southern California’s spirited jazz scene. The contagious music of swing, bebop and West Coast jazz caught hold of his soul and never let go.

Later in life, Pete took a gig as a San Mateo County probation officer. “More beatnik than beat cop, Pete didn’t conform with correctional life,” reports The Mercury News on Pete’s life. “He wrecked his county-issued Chevrolet—and cracked gum in court. He was most comfortable wearing a Mediterranean fisherman’s cap and smoking a pipe.” The siren song of the sea drew Pete to Half Moon Bay, where he bought a ramshackle beer joint and transformed it into a beach house—a lively one where he regularly hosted parties and jam sessions.

Photo: Courtesy of Brian McMillen

On one memorable day, Pete and a few friends were hanging out when visitors popped in to show off some newly acquired dynamite, suggesting they blow it up on the beach. Pete and his pals opted to swing dance to Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos instead, the drama of the music heightened by the subsequent thundering BOOM outside. When Pete opened an official music venue in his home the following year, he had its name all ready to go.

For Pete’s Sake

Having the Bach’s early concerts (along with wedding venue rentals) take over your living room was less whimsical than you might think. “In the ‘60s, when people had weddings, it was a big rock band and people slopping red wine all over the place,” Barbara says. She and her sisters would sneak upstairs to swipe food—and sometimes a little booze as they grew older. “But yeah, we hated it.”

Photo: Johanna Harlow

As word spread, Pete expanded to keep up with the growing demand, adding a dedicated performance space and oceanside deck. But that didn’t change his open-door policy. Pete had a tendency to bring home stragglers of all stripes, at all hours. Breakfast in the Douglas household often meant a hitchhiker, starving artist or wayward teen would wander in mid-meal.

One of those angsty adolescents, Pat Britt, had Pete as his probation officer. Upon seeing the kid’s saxophone, Pete invited him back to the house to play. Music would become a lifelong career for Pat. It wasn’t the only time Pete left a lasting impression. He permitted Tim Jackson, a flute-playing surfer and Volkswagen vagabond, to sleep in the concert hall while working as a janitor and ticket-taker. Tim became Monterey Jazz Festival’s artistic director and founder of the beloved Kuumbwa Jazz Center in Santa Cruz.

Photo: Courtesy of Brian McMillen

Tuneful Tales

Barbara’s gaze grows distant as she journeys down musical memory lane. She resurfaces to recount tales from her time collecting tickets as a teen. “It would get so crowded that the door couldn’t open anymore,” she reminisces. “I would stand on my stool back there and watch the music.”
One favorite performance from this time was with Michel Petrucciani, a pianist who suffered from brittle bone disease. “They literally carried him onto the stage,” Barbara recalls. But there was nothing stunted about the nimble way that man tickled the ivories. “He just blew me away … After a couple songs, I ran downstairs and got my boyfriend. I’m like, ‘You’ve got to get up here!’”

At 85, Pete took his final bow. “For some weird reason, we thought my dad would live forever,” Barbara reflects. Taking up that mantle was no easy feat. “It’s not like my dad ever taught us anything about the business,” notes the director. That said, she was up for the challenge. “The booking came naturally to me,” she shares. “I was exposed to it my whole life. I know all the local jazz musicians.” Thanks to her background as a CFO, business-savvy Barbara also gave the Bach much-needed structure, a ticketing system and a membership program. “My dad … that was not his thing,” she chuckles.

Photo: Courtesy of Jim Bourne

For a Song

What is it about jazz that wins us over? For Barbara, a big part of it is the improvisation. “You really never know what’s gonna happen … It just moves me.” There’s also a riveting dialogue that happens between the instruments. “The musicians work together,” Barbara describes. “You kind of learn how they all trade off.”

Of all the subgenres, her soft spot is “post-bop and instrumental jazz such as John Coltrane.” Wryly, Barbara notes, “A lot of people might call it headache jazz. I love it when you’ve got a sax player and they just solo for five minutes. It’s heaven to me.”

The show has ended. The musicians and audience have gone. And only the director remains. A hush has fallen over the auditorium. But the Bach is just catching its breath—biding its time before again raising its voice in another joyful performance. “One of the greatest things my dad gave me is the exposure to different people and musicians and all the patrons who came here,” Barbara reflects in this quiet moment. “My dad taught us how to listen to the music.”

all that jazz – bachddsoc.org

Landmark: Charles Brown’s Sawmill

Words by Andrea Gemmet

Everybody knows good ol’ Charlie Brown from Peanuts cartoons, but Charles Brown remains something of a mystery. Charles earned his place in local history by building the Peninsula’s first sawmill in 1847, on the banks of Alambique Creek in Woodside. His nearby home, a seldom-seen adobe house tucked away on private property, dates back to 1835 and is the oldest man-made structure still standing in San Mateo County. If you’ve driven along Portola Road and noticed a stately California Historic Landmark monument, then you’ve been just a few hundred yards from the site of the long-gone sawmill. Charles (who was also known as Carlos Moreno) was born in New York but relocated to Alta California when he jumped ship in San Francisco after arriving in 1829 on the whaler Alvine.

A lot of details of his life are hard to pin down, as he was a teller of tales who gave conflicting accounts of his past and was described as “a restless, bombastic man, who was a hopeless speculator,” according to a short, warts-and-all biography by Joan Levy in the San Mateo County Historical Association’s archives. Charles’ first sawmill was a bust—it relied on water power from the creek, but he didn’t realize that Peninsula creeks tend to dry up in the summer. By the time a steam-powered sawmill replaced it a year later, Charles had moved on. In 1850, he left the area and later turned up near Lake Merced, where this rolling stone finally decided to gather some moss. After marrying a widow in the area, Charles lived out the rest of his life on her family’s land and died there in 1896.

Paddles Up

Words by Margaret Koenig

The distinctive pop of a pickleball as it hits the paddle has become an increasingly prevalent sound nationwide—including on the Peninsula. First invented in 1965, pickleball has become widely popular. Today, it’s become known as America’s fastest growing sport. Tempted to give it a try but unsure where to start? We’ve got you! Think of this as Pickleball 101 for Peninsulans.

What is pickleball?

Pickleball is a racquet sport that combines elements of ping-pong, tennis and badminton. It’s played by either singles or doubles teams on a badminton-sized court using paddles and a hollow, perforated plastic ball. Though similar to tennis, pickleball is generally considered easier to learn, making it a more accessible kind of racquet sport.

“Beginners can feel accomplished in a very short time,” says Monica Williams, co-founder and former president of the Palo Alto Pickleball Club, one of the foremost pickleball organizations on the Peninsula. “I give an enormous amount of complimentary beginner lessons and can have them playing within an hour. That is very appealing to beginners.”

Gearing Up

Another part of the appeal is that it requires very little equipment to start—all you’ll need is a paddle, a few balls and a place to play. Pickleball paddles come in a range of shapes and sizes, with each style offering its own benefits. Wooden paddles are a popular choice for beginners due to their affordability and durability, but graphite and composite paddles can offer more maneuverability and control, making them a more suitable choice for intermediate and advanced players. Paddles also come in three different sizes: standard, the most common type; elongated paddles, for athletes seeking greater reach and control; and wide-body paddles, the easiest type for beginners to use.

Local tennis shops on the Peninsula like Tennis Town & Country in Palo Alto, Tennis Station in Burlingame and Swetka’s Tennis Shop in Mountain View all offer a broad range of high-quality paddles for players of all skill levels. Not confident about which paddle to purchase? Tennis Town & Country and Tennis Station both allow you to “demo,” so you can try out a paddle to make sure you’ve found the perfect fit. All three stores also sell balls, shoes and any other equipment you might need.

When choosing a paddle, Monica advises beginners not to buy one “until you’ve had a chance to try a few different paddles and you find one that feels just right for you.”

Where to Play

From public courts to private clubs, there’s no shortage of places to play pickleball on the Peninsula. Mitchell Park in Palo Alto is regarded as one of the best public facilities, offering designated courts for beginners and singles. In Redwood City, drop-in outdoor courts can be found at Red Morton, Andrew Spinas, Marlin and Mezes parks; Red Morton Community Center also has several indoor courts.

At Nealon and Kelly parks in Menlo Park, pickleball courts can be reserved online, as can Alexander and Hallmark parks’ courts in Belmont.
San Mateo also offers plenty of places to play, both indoor and outdoor. Central Park has six dedicated pickleball courts, while Bayside/Joinville Park and Los Prados both have dual-use pickleball and tennis courts. For those who would prefer to play in an indoor space, you can use San Mateo High School Gym’s drop-in pickleball courts for a small fee.

Clubs, Clinics and Community

While many players learn by simply showing up at a public court, lessons can be a helpful way to master the basics quickly. The Half Moon Bay Pickleball Academy offers both private and group lessons, and various clubs on the Peninsula can also provide new players with a supportive community and source of guidance when getting started.

Located at Mitchell Park, the Palo Alto Pickleball Club offers beginner sessions, round-robin tournaments and clinics for players of all skill and experience levels. The Foster City Pickleball Club also hosts tournaments, as well as intro sessions for new players at the Foster City Pickleball Courts. For those looking to jump in and start playing, the Mountain View Pickleball Club holds open play at Rengstorff Park daily from 9AM to 9PM, and the Burlingame Pickleball Group has drop-in pickleball courts at Washington, Ray and Laguna parks.

Nervous about showing up alone and not having anyone who will play with you? Don’t be. One of the biggest draws of pickleball is the social aspect. Players can just show up at a court and easily find a game to join at their level. “Pickleball is welcoming and inclusive, very social, and it brings a community together,” says Monica. “Our club’s motto is: ‘Arrive as a stranger and leave as a friend.’”

play ball – pickleheads.com

GO CLUBBING
It’s hard to say what pickleball enthusiasts like best, the game or the active community that plays it. Check out these Peninsula clubs for tournaments, tips and support for beginners. 
+ Burlingame - burlingamepickleball.org
+ Foster City - fostercitypickleballclub.org
+ Mountain View - mvpickle.org 
+ Palo Alto - paloaltopickleballclub.org

Picturesque Paso Robles

Words by Johanna Harlow

The private Summit Tasting at Alta Colina Vineyard is about as far as you can get from an opulent room where sommeliers soliloquize over the latest lofty vintages. When I reach this hidden gem in rural Paso Robles, I hop in a truck with Maggie Tillman (and Honey, a German shepherd) for a tour of her family’s winery, learning about vine-training methods and crop killers like the dreaded leafhopper as we rumble along dirt backroads. When we reach the heart of the 130-acre property, we drink the fruits of all this labor on a deck under the shade of an old oak. Not another soul around. Just us and rows of grenache and Syrah, rolling over the surrounding hills in undulating waves of green.

Better watch your throne, Napa. More and more wineries are putting down roots in Paso Robles, which has flourished from fewer than 20 to over 200 in the past several decades. And for good reason. Pairing diverse soil types and topography with the microclimates that result from the region’s hilly terrain, this area is great for grapes. Sixty varietals of grapes, as a matter of fact. Paired with small-town charm and ample activities, this destination is a sweet respite from traffic and overpriced tastings.

Cabernet Kingdom

In Paso, cab is king. Best known for its cabernet sauvignon and Bordeaux-style blends, the region is also home to historic zinfandel vines. The seemingly endless number of wineries range from widely-recognized names like J. Lohr and DAOU to mom-and-pop gems—some in a warren of warehouses known as Tin City. You’ll also find one-of-a-kind outings like the Bocce & Bottles experience at Booker Wines or Land Rover tours at Halter Ranch’s Estate (which also claims the world’s only fly-in vineyard).

Sculpterra Winery and Sculpture Garden is a must. After your tasting, wander the grounds to admire the craftsmanship of the property’s resident artists, ranging from a baroque awning by blacksmith Robert Bentley to the ethereal and gravity-defying sculptures of Dale Evers. You’ll also want to gaze a while at the wild and sinewy creatures by bronze worker John Jagger, which are so alive with movement you almost expect them to pounce.

My favorite glass of wine comes from a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it tasting room. You’ll find Hoyt Family Vineyards’ storefront tucked between a western-wear boutique and an art gallery on the edge of downtown. For only 20 bucks a tasting, you’ll sip floral viognier (a Sunset International Wine Competition gold winner) and fruit-forward petit verdot (a double gold winner at the San Francisco Chronicle Wine Competition).

Meal Time

Paso won’t let you drink on an empty stomach. There are plenty of delectable dining offerings for helping pace the pinot. Take The Hatch, a brick-lined haunt with home-style meals and the hearty portions to prove it. The succulent rotisserie chicken, which the Michelin Guide commends as giving “an expensive steak a run for its money,” is best accompanied by a piping hot skillet of cornbread that’s soft on the inside with a caramelized crunch on the outside.

 

For a magical meal in a space festooned in plants, check out The Alchemists’ Garden. Let their mixologists concoct the perfect cocktail to go with your chimichurri skirt steak and fries with fondue. And don’t leave without ordering the duck chalupas, each bite a satisfying combo of crunchy slaw, melt-in-your-mouth meat, decadent aioli and soft pita bread.

For a vacation within your vacation, escape to the tropics with Cane Tiki Room’s Spam musubi and chicken teriyaki bowls. Or visit Mexico with a meal at Fish Gaucho, where you’ll discover the town’s largest selection of tequila, affordable reposado and a killer slow-braised beef short rib in salsa verde over jalapeño mashed potatoes.

Afternoon Adventures

Seeking a midday indulgence? Consider Sweet Escapes, a bakery … with three escape rooms. Praised by aficionados for its strong storytelling and attention to detail, this place has no bad options. So take your pick: spooky maritime quest involving a crazed sea captain, eerie bakery-themed mystery or mischievous academia-themed heist to steal the school mascot. When you emerge victorious, reward yourself with an exceptional brioche roll or blackberry tartlet.

If you want the dessert without the drama, order a sweet scoop of “crazy cookie,” strawberry-basil or peanut butter-chip ice cream made of sheep’s milk at Negranti Creamery. Seeking other ways to cool off? Make a splash at Ravine Waterpark and snake your way down slides with names like the Sidewinder and Anaconda.

Hotel Haven

Before heading out to your evening activities, check into your hotel. For an intimate venue on the edge of downtown, the Hotel Cheval’s 16 rooms are arranged around a central courtyard with European sensibilities. Your sweet tooth is well taken care of here, with a self-serve candy bar in the library and a s’mores butler who will toast marshmallows by the fire at your behest.

On the opposite extreme is the 20-acre Allegretto Vineyard Resort. Graced with grand Tuscan-style architecture, vineyards and even a bell tower, this venue has surged in popularity since its use as a filming location in season 6 of the TV drama This is Us. Take the hotel’s canary-yellow bikes for a spin, rent a cabana by the pool, visit the Spa Allegretto for a Swedish massage or visit the garden’s labyrinths and meditation stations for some spiritual solace. A guided art tour on Fridays and Saturdays will introduce you to the owner’s vast collection, many with ties to different faiths.

After Dark

For a so-called sleepy town, Paso Robles offers quite a lot to do when the sun goes down. Discover the pulse of its thriving music scene at intimate venues like The Pour House and California Coast Beer Company or take in a show surrounded by oaks at the Vina Robles Amphitheatre.

Brighten your world with Sensorio’s surreal light show, a futuristic LED oasis installed in the rural, rolling hills. A colossal field of glowing flowers will have you thinking you’ve tumbled into an after-dark version of Alice in Wonderland—an impression only furthered by a forest of glowing mushroom-like structures that pulse with unearthly music. Further along, wander through a small city of sculptures with geometric cutouts that cast a spiderweb of shadowy patterns across the ground.

Before you turn in, visit Downtown City Park where hundreds of lights have been strung from the boughs of its trees. As you stroll, the evening breeze sends the bulbs swaying like stars at sea. Pleasant dreams, Paso Robles.

hilly haven – travelpaso.com

Sizzling Sundance

Words by Johanna Harlow

It’s a weeknight at Sundance The Steakhouse and every seat is taken. Nothing new there. A true institution in its 50th year, the Palo Alto restaurant has served more than 6 million diners to date. “It was before Flemings. Before Alexander’s. If you wanted steak, you came here,” notes Galen Fletcher, current owner and son of Sundance’s founder, Robert Fletcher.

Prior to the sophisticated, low-lit, dark-wood dining room you see today, Sundance embraced a mining company theme. “Back in the early ‘70s, a lot of restaurants were very concept-oriented,” Galen relays. “There was mining stuff everywhere. In the bar, they had these rafters that came down—it was almost like coming into a mine shaft, like something you would see at Disneyland.” Servers delivered your aged USDA prime steaks with sides of creamed spinach and garlic mashed potatoes while clad in Gunne Sax dresses or leather vests with bank teller visors.

This was where Galen grew up, the restaurant opening on his seventh birthday. “I was so proud of my dad and his amazing accomplishment—the best birthday gift ever,” Galen says. “My mom ended up taking my brother and me home after a feast of prime rib, steaks, virgin strawberry-banana daiquiris and mud pie. Let’s just say the party continued well into the early morning hours!”

What was it like living in a steakhouse family? “First of all, we ate great,” Galen says. “I was literally brought up on prime rib.” Of course, growing up in the restaurant industry wasn’t all perfectly plated meals and candlelight. “It’s a lifestyle. The family needs to accept that dad’s not going to be around that much,” Galen notes. “You work on weekends, you work nights, you work holidays… But we could always visit him at Sundance. So we had dinner here a lot.” Throughout high school, Galen rolled up his sleeves alongside his father, working his way from busboy to dishwasher to fry cook. “You either have passion for the career or the career will eat you alive,” he observes.

When Richard first made the leap from opening restaurants on behalf of Hungry Hunter Steakhouse Group to opening his own place with a partner, he had his family’s support. “They spent every cent to get this thing open,” says Galen, adding that his father came up with creative ways of cutting costs. While buying glasses, for instance, he asked a restaurant supply store what they had the hardest time selling—and walked away with three dusty cases of snifters for a killer price. For a time, Richard served everything—cocktails, beer and wine—in those snifters. “It sounded crazy at the time, but it caught on,” Galen says. Guests seemed to appreciate the novelty. “We still have customers who come in today and ask for their cocktail in a snifter.”

Back in the present, a guest at the next table is digging into a jumbo Australian lobster tail, a 10-ounce beauty steamed on the shell and graced with butter and lemon. Another diner slurps down steamy spoonfuls of chowder. “It’s a collection of probably six different chowder recipes, all from the Boston area,” Galen says. “My dad would go to Boston and he would ask chefs and general managers, ‘What’s your key ingredient?’” The resulting combination won the Santa Cruz Chowder Cookoff three years in a row.

Galen explains that, rather than return to Sundance after college, he served a stint at the accounting firm Ernst & Young, but it didn’t “light my fire,” he says. When his father began thinking of retiring, Galen stepped up to take the helm of the family business. Under his management, Galen expanded the wine list from 70 selections to 500. “We had to build a couple wine cellars on the property to store it properly. During that process, we had wine everywhere, including the office, the kitchen and at my apartment,” he chuckles. He also visited East Coast gems like Chicago Chop House for inspiration in elevating the Sundance concept. “But we never got out of our lane,” Galen assures. “One of my dad’s favorite sayings to me while I was learning the business was, ‘Son, don’t mess this thing up with a brilliant idea.’ We keep up with the trends without sacrificing who we are and what we stand for.”

Another lesson learned on the job was how to strike a better work/life balance. “I was working probably 80 hours a week,” Galen says candidly. “After the first month with Megan, my oldest, my wife basically came to me and said, ‘We didn’t get married so I could be a single mom.’” Galen wholeheartedly agreed, learning to more fully rely on his team. “As I hired more management, we were able to do even more business, make better profits.”

Though Galen leads the team, you’ll still find his father’s fingerprints all over this place, particularly through his collection of sports memorabilia. Prominently displayed in museum-quality cases throughout the dining rooms, lobby and even the bathroom, items range from an autographed picture of Babe Ruth to a home plate signed by all 30 New York Yankees. It’s the kind of atmosphere where sports stars feel right at home, and Sundance has hosted greats like Tiger Woods, Jerry Rice, Jim Plunkett and John Elway.

Growing up, Galen says weekends were all about sports. “Boxing was our favorite back in the day. My dad would fire up the barbecue and grill some pork ribs and dogs served with a bowl of Lay’s potato chips and his famous cream cheese onion dip. Occasionally, he would allow my brother and me to split an ice-cold Budweiser if there was something special to watch, like a Muhammed Ali fight. On Saturdays, my dad coached my Little League team that played at Ford Field in Portola Valley.”

When the team won, they celebrated with burgers and fries at Rossotti’s Alpine Inn—a meaty memory befitting someone who’s carved out a place for himself at the family steakhouse.

raising the steaks – sundancethesteakhouse.com

Oven Craft

Words by Elaine Wu

Everything about Sam Ceccotti’s culinary career has been about family. From the big Sunday dinners at her maternal grandparents’ house just outside of Philadelphia to the summers she spent as a kid with her pastry chef paternal grandmother in Florida, food was her connection to the people she loved. “My grandpa was always a good cook. He was self-taught and he always put love into everything. He sparked my love for the kitchen,” Sam recalls. “And my dad’s mother taught me everything in the Wilton cookbook, like how to make sugar flowers and cake decorations. It was all so beautiful and so creative. It was then I decided I wanted to become a pastry chef.”

After graduating from the Culinary Institute of America in New York, Sam landed the plum role of executive pastry chef at the Plumed Horse in Saratoga. But it was just a stepping stone to where she was truly meant to be. “When I first moved here in 2013, my first friend in the Bay Area took me on a tour of San Francisco. Craftsman and Wolves was actually the first place he took me to,” she remembers. That visit to the famous modern patisserie left an indelible impression on the young baker. “I remember walking into Craftsman and Wolves and noticing the smell, the aesthetic, the atmosphere. It was just so cool.”

In 2021, after going through lockdown and giving birth to her son, Sam was itching to get back into the kitchen. “One day, I saw an ad for the executive pastry chef job at Craftsman and Wolves and I couldn’t believe it,” she says. “I applied and, within a day, they emailed me back.”

Even during the extensive interview process where she was tested on everything from laminations to confections to entremets, Sam knew she was exactly where she belonged. “Before I even got the job I said to myself, ‘I like this place. I’m gonna stay here,’” she recalls.

Sam and Lawrence Lai, the owner of Craftsman and Wolves, worked so seamlessly together that she considered Lawrence and his wife Ann to be her closest friends. But tragedy struck in April this year when Lawrence died of late-stage esophageal cancer. Sam and Ann were left to finish the job he’d started, opening their first Craftsman and Wolves outside of San Francisco less than two months after his passing. “The Mountain View store was the last thing Lawrence worked on and what he was training me to manage,” she says with emotion. “He asked for my input on every little thing and he valued my opinion. I felt heard, like he cared about me. So I want to keep his vision and make this place come to life.”

 

Lawrence managed the two San Francisco locations of Craftsman and Wolves like a family. It is now Sam’s goal to continue that legacy and foster the same kind of environment for the employees as well as their customers. “We have a very nurturing workplace. We make and share big family meals with each other, we celebrate each other’s birthdays, we give each other gifts during the holidays. It’s just a big family,” she says. “I want customers to know that everything we make here is with a lot of care and love. We aren’t pulling things out of a package. Everything is made from scratch and is well-thought-out, down to the gram.” She adds, “We’re making recipes that were inspired by my grandfather, my family and Lawrence.”

At the Mountain View location, find savory items like the famous ‘Rebel Within,’ a savory muffin with a perfectly runny soft boiled egg inside, as well as elegantly decorated desserts and confections, and a lunch menu that includes sandwiches and salads. “Everyone loves our house-made baguettes, sourdough and milk breads. But to have it on a sandwich that we’ve curated is another level,” Sam says proudly. “And I will always stand by my savory croissant. It’s got mortadella and Havarti cheese with a root vegetable confetti on top and a stoneground mustard-and-cornichon relish inside. It’s absolutely delicious.”

After four years, Sam knows that what she does at Craftsman and Wolves is more than just a job. She has found a place where she truly belongs and says it is a privilege to carry on the brand’s legacy. “It really doesn’t feel like work,” she says. “I wake up every day loving what I do and where I get to do it, so it doesn’t feel like a burden or a strain on me. I love it here.”

lovingly baked – craftsman-wolves.com

Strawberry Confiture

Sam Ceccotti uses this simple berry filling in her pastries and desserts. Use a kitchen scale to measure the ingredients.

Ingredients
650 grams strawberry puree
130 grams lemon juice
195 grams sugar
12 grams pectin
1 pinch citric acid
1 pinch salt 
435 grams diced strawberries

In a saucepan, bring the strawberry puree, lemon juice, sugar and pectin to a boil, then add salt and citric acid.
Remove from heat and let it cool completely before adding the diced strawberries.

Mediterranean Mood

Words by Jennifer Jory

Mediterranean-style homes dot the Peninsula like architectural gems, boasting good bones and delightful details like tile work. But how do you update these old-world classics to make them functional for modern families? Designer Christin Gregersen finds ways to inject new life into these traditional spaces with bold colors, lively patterns and thoughtful accents. “I love solving these kinds of puzzles,” Christin says of a recent project in San Mateo featuring an older Spanish Mediterranean home. “We’ve added a contemporary vibe for a growing family’s lifestyle.”

Christin got to work transforming the family’s home with fresh updates that bring continuity to the rooms. “It’s a smaller space, so everything is connected,” she says. “The rooms need to speak to each other without being too matchy.” To bridge the spaces seamlessly, Christin applied a similar color pattern throughout the home using a Mediterranean palette of blue, white and gold—all with a modern twist and bolder patterns.

She reflected the family of four’s personality and love of travel by wallpapering the dining room in a vibrant blue pattern that includes hidden turtles, a nod to their Hawaiian vacations. “I enjoy working with clients and bringing out their character, making sure their homes are very individualized,” remarks Christin. For a family of music-lovers, it was important for them to have easy and functional access to their tunes. “In the living room, we placed a custom console to house their record collection,” she points out. “The kids can easily reach it to play their music.”

On the top of Christin’s list of key considerations was ensuring the smaller home has enough storage for an active family. “I think the challenges are also the fun parts of the job,” she says.

Christin created a custom, Spanish-inspired cabinet in the entry to hide clutter and, in the dining room, she included a long credenza to store tableware and linens. She hung open shelving in both the living and dining rooms to boost continuity, adding even more storage opportunities. “The custom floating shelves blend into the wall so the owners’ collection of art pops,” Christin says.

With a living room that doubles as a family room, Christin selected a deep, velvet sofa in navy blue where the family can snuggle up and watch movies together. To complement the color palette, she hung a large, colorful oil painting over the sofa titled Point Reyes, created by her artist husband Ian Norstad. Christin and Ian met in San Francisco after running the Bay to Breakers race. “We just started talking and soon we were watching the solar eclipse that night together,” Christin recounts. She also has an artistic bent and dabbles in watercolors, which comes in handy when she needs to sketch projects.

One of the major transformations Christin completed for the San Mateo project included removing the heavier light fixtures and replacing them with modern wall and ceiling lights, visually lifting the ceiling. “We chose a brass chandelier for the dining room that was sculptural, simple and fun,” she explains. “I enjoyed adding a little saturation and moody light to the space. We also added charcoal drapes in the master bedroom and traditional accents to ground the room and provide calm.”


Originally from Canada, Christin grew up in Ottawa and studied sociology. However, her creative side won out and she moved to San Francisco to pursue her masters in interior design at the Academy of Art University. “Coming to San Francisco definitely opened up my eyes,” she recalls. “San Francisco has such interesting history, amazing buildings, details and a great design culture. Studying and working in the City, I had the opportunity to be creative with trade essentials such as millwork and cabinetry.”

Christin’s creative juices have spilled over into other artistic endeavors. Recently, she launched Fennel Home, her own collection of textiles made by hand by U.S. artisans. “Pillows, textiles and draperies are a big part of the design process,” asserts Christin. “They add a lot of personality to a project.” She works with single-batch weavers using all-natural materials like hemp, merino wool and cotton. “I am amazed at these people who can create beautiful textiles by hand,” she says. Christin uses only natural fibers for her pillows and throws, making them soft and textural.

With a creative style that’s far from rigid, Christin strives to make homes that are comfortable rather than showplaces. “Things are timeless if you love them,” she says with conviction. “Even with art—it doesn’t have to match the room if it speaks to you.”

Christin applauds the current moment in design, which incorporates vintage treasures and more color. “I want people to feel like it is a joy to come home.”

soothing blues – christingregersendesign.com

The Beat on Your Eats: Peruvian Restaurants

Words by Johanna Harlow

Primo Peruvian places.

limón

Mountain View / Redwood City / Burlingame

If you’re familiar with only two Peruvian dishes, they’re probably lomo saltado and ceviche. Limón masters both of these mainstays with panache. Diners find its lomo saltado—tender strips of char-grilled beef served with sautéed veggies and fries—hearty and comforting in equal measure. Meanwhile, the ceviche mixto—fresh Pacific red snapper, calamari and shrimp cooked by way of its acidic, lime-based leche de tigre marinade—packs a bright, refreshing zip from all that splendid citrus. The perfect accompaniment? Chunky yucca fries with an aji amarillo dipping sauce. To savor your meal surrounded by a playful profusion of plants, visit Limón’s Mountain View or Redwood City locations for their jungle-chic flair. 800 California Street / 885 Middlefield Road / 1101 Burlingame Avenue. Open daily.

la costanera

Half Moon Bay

Let the scenes from a Peruvian coastal town painted on the restaurant’s columns be your clue that this place will broaden your horizons. Consider launching your meal with a ceviche sampler, exploring the nuances of this dish with three variations. Will you favor the simple, supple red snapper, a medley of seafood or an Asian-fusion take with ahi tuna in a sweet soy sauce marinade? The pisco sour trio promises further exploration. This Peruvian national spirit, combined with lime, lemon and Angostura bitters, is made creamy with egg whites. Still hungry? You’ll want to try the tender, tangy chicken skewers as well as the sweet and spicy swordfish stew (pescado a lo macho). We suggest dining on the second floor for views overlooking the Pillar Point Harbor docks and a true fishing-boat-to-table experience. 260 Capistrano Road. Closed Mondays.

la ronda

San Mateo

You can rely on this classic white tablecloth establishment for all the traditional staples. Well-known for its standout seafood stews, La Ronda’s picante de camarones with sautéed shrimp and its picante de mariscos (prawns, calamari, clams, mussels, bay shrimp and fish) come served in a flavorful chili cream sauce that’s sure to satisfy. If your ideal dinner comes from the pasture rather than the Pacific, try the bistec a lo pobre, which serves up broiled steak with sautéed onions, tomatoes and plantains, topped with an egg. End the meal on a sweet note with helado lucuma, ice cream flavored with a fruit from the Andes known for its maple-like taste. 224 East Hillsdale Boulevard. Open daily.

Cobbling a Legacy

Words by Jennifer Jory

Artisan, philosopher and entrepreneur—shoe craftsman Eugo Gombosed unites all of these roles at his European-style atelier in Burlingame. A third-generation shoemaker, Eugo carries on his grandfather’s legacy of creating custom leather shoes and goods. “The Bay Area is a vibrant intersection of art, technology and design,” Eugo points out. “However, the tradition of true handcrafted shoemaking, particularly full bespoke work, is quite rare in this region.”

His passion for his craft also offers a life lesson on making a job meaningful. “I may work with leather,” he says, “but I see my true work as something else: creating pieces that hold emotion, spirit and story.”

In the beginning of his career, Eugo studied law and practiced as an attorney. But his family’s artistic roots, which originated with his grandfather in Mongolia, drew Eugo back to the time-honored tradition. “It isn’t just a skill,” he emphasizes. “It’s something that lives in my blood—a tradition, a way of seeing the world, a set of values.” Heeding his calling, he enrolled in the London College of Fashion where he refined his skills in the bespoke craft. “My journey has been a fusion of many things: law, heritage, European craftsmanship and human-centered design,” he clarifies. “My core mission is to understand the meaning of true craft and to create real value with my own hands.”

While studying in London and creating his own footwear designs, a colleague introduced Eugo to Jimmy Choo, founder of the luxury fashion brand. “He noticed my work,” Eugo says. “He gave me encouraging feedback and the opportunity to work with him. It was incredibly motivating to have my skills recognized by someone of his global stature.” Eugo says that connection inspired him to push his craftsmanship and dedication even further. Eugo went on to work with a number of prestigious shoemakers in Europe, honing his knowledge of foot anatomy, making lasts (a form shaped like a foot) and custom design.

Eugo decided to bring his expertise to California, landing in Burlingame where he opened euGo on Broadway. He believes hand-crafted shoes are more than something to wear—they can be an extension of who you are. Eugo says he sees his clients as co-collaborators whose story, needs and preferences shape the creation. “When this relationship is strong, the shoe becomes more than just footwear. It becomes a shared creation—rich with intention, emotion and value.” At times, his clients have requested he stitch initials, personal logos and symbolic messages in the creations. “Some clients want to embed memories or meaning into their shoes,” Eugo adds. He has subtly stitched in everything from a tribute to a first date to a loved one’s name.

While he is passionate about his profession, Eugo confesses that he doesn’t always enjoy the process of making shoes. There are moments, he says, when his work can be repetitive, exhausting and too focused on survival. “What I truly value is the process of discovering new ideas,” he shares. “Experimenting, testing shapes, materials and sharing that journey with others is when I feel most alive—in the act of creating meaning, not just creating things.” Eugo says he is not looking for an easy path, but a meaningful one. When making something custom, there is a human connection that a machine can’t replicate.

For those who have foot pain, Eugo’s unique ability to create a custom orthopedic shoe sets him apart from many manufacturers. “My goal is not just to make a shoe; I want to understand the underlying cause of the discomfort.” He emphasizes that every step of the process, from pattern-making and material selection to stitching and shaping, is done entirely by hand. Eugo explains that high-end craftsmanship is only part of the technical precision. “What I do involves crafting a completely personalized last based on each client’s foot shape, gait, arch and pressure points,” he says. “This is not just a craft; it’s a practice rooted in precision, care and tradition.”

And he makes more than just shoes. Eugo also creates handcrafted leather goods like wallets, belts and bags. He plans to also launch a ready-to-wear line of boots as well. For the leather craft curious, Eugo hosts private group workshops where participants can roll up their sleeves and work with leather by hand.

While Eugo may be making shoes, he also offers a fresh perspective on looking beyond the technical and mundane side of one’s job. “I am not chasing perfection. I’m walking a path,” Eugo says. “On this path, the most fulfilling moments are when I connect with people through something I’ve made, and together we feel that it means something.”

bespoke footwear – eugocraft.com

Good Grief! Peanuts on the Peninsula?

Words by Andrea Gemmet

Quick: Who’s your favorite character from the Peanuts cartoons? Is it thoughtful Linus, sassy Sally, irrepressible Snoopy or loveable loser Charlie Brown?

For brothers Sean and Jason Mendelson, who work together at Lee Mendelson Film Productions in Burlingame, figuring out which characters they most identify with took some soul-searching. A bit ironic, since their late father Lee is the reason that generations of kids grew up watching animated Peanuts specials on TV.

In 1963, Lee left his job at KPIX-TV in San Francisco, opened his own company and made a documentary about baseball legend Willie Mays. Lee thought it would be fun to do his next documentary on a terrible baseball player—good ol’ Charlie Brown. Lee met with Peanuts creator Charles Schultz to pitch the idea and their mutual admiration for Willie Mays sealed the deal. The documentary A Boy Named Charlie Brown never aired on TV, but it led to their next project: A Charlie Brown Christmas. That hastily-made holiday classic kicked off a creative partnership that produced over 40 Peanuts specials and endured until the beloved cartoonist’s death in 2000.

Unlike most kids growing up in the 1980s and ‘90s, Sean and Jason didn’t just watch Charlie Brown specials—they had a hand in making them. Lee Mendelson Productions was a family affair. Glenn and Lynda, older siblings from their father’s first marriage, were the voices of piano-playing Schroeder and curly-haired Frieda in the 1960s. Sean did voice acting as a child, as did Jason, who played the roles of Peppermint Patty and her sidekick Marcie. Both men say they didn’t think much of it at the time.

“If there was a special coming out and I had a big part, it might be two hours on a Saturday,” Jason says. They’d go into the studio, their dad would say the lines and he and Sean would say them back to him. “I was in studios doing recordings at four and five years of age, as was Sean.” Then the boys would forget about it—until it aired on TV months later.

The Sound of Charlie Brown

These days, the four siblings work together at the film production company their father founded. Glenn, Lynda and Jason have been there for years, while self-described black sheep Sean has recently joined the fold in a more prominent role. Jason, a filmmaker and attorney, cheerfully owns up to the opportunities that sprang from his father’s connections, but “I made a point my whole life—my whole adult life—to not work for my dad,” says Sean, a musician.

That changed after Lee’s death from lung cancer in 2019, when they discovered a treasure trove of Vince Guaraldi’s original session recordings for Peanuts specials at the film production office in Burlingame. The tapes were in mint condition, Sean says, and contained masterful performances.
It was back in 1963 that Lee talked the famed cartoonist into hiring the Bay Area jazz artist to compose and perform music for Peanuts. Charles (known as Sparky to his friends), wanted to use classical music, but “Vince really got the characters,” Jason says, pointing out that he composed “Linus and Lucy” for the documentary, not the Christmas show. That instantly recognizable melody became the signature sound of Peanuts. Vince kept composing and recording soundtracks for the steady string of Peanuts specials that followed and released an album, Jazz Impressions of a Boy Named Charlie Brown, with songs from Lee’s ill-fated documentary.

Vince was recording music for It’s Arbor Day, Charlie Brown in 1976 when he died at a jazz club in Menlo Park at age 47. Fast-forward several decades to the pandemic, when Sean and Jason got the idea to re-release the soundtrack album of It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown. “I wanted to make the Great Pumpkin record better than it was,” Jason explains. “The one that came out originally had some issues because they didn’t use a really good source. I had no intention of releasing anything other than Great Pumpkin.”

Hasty Holiday Special 
Lee Mendelson and Charles Schultz came up with the outline for A Charlie Brown Christmas in one day, got the green light and had only six months to pull it off. Unable to find a lyricist on short notice, Lee penned the words to the song “Christmas Time Is Here” on the back of an envelope. The show broke all kinds of rules: it had children voicing the characters, an anti-commercialism message, a jazz soundtrack and a character reciting a Bible verse. But the creative team of Lee, Charles and animator Bill Melendez stayed true to their vision. Right before it came out, “Bill and Lee thought, ‘We killed Charlie Brown.’ They were convinced they’d screwed it up,” recalls Lee’s son Jason. Instead, they created a groundbreaking holiday classic.

The brothers refer to it as a “holy grail” moment when they found the cache of Vince’s old session tapes in the office. “They sound amazing,” marvels Sean. “It sounds like they were recorded yesterday.” Like their father, Sean and Jason are huge fans of Vince’s music and proud that Peanuts specials are often a child’s first introduction to jazz. To bring the music they loved to a wider audience, they teamed up with Craft Recordings to release the original Great Pumpkin soundtrack on records and CDs.

But the rest of those pristine session tracks were too good to keep to themselves. The brothers found that while a TV special might have used a 40-second version of a song, the studio recordings often held longer versions. “In some cases, it’s the greatest performance, but it was three seconds too long in 1966. So instead they did it again and again and again, and the one that hit the mark is now the one they had to use,” Jason says.

Sean and Jason started producing new soundtrack records themselves. “We’ve been riding the vinyl wave,” Sean says modestly. Their popular releases include pastel-colored, egg-shaped records for It’s the Easter Beagle, Charlie Brown and this summer’s offering, You’re a Good Sport, Charlie Brown, which features zoetrope images on the album and liner notes from Charles’ son, Craig Schultz, whose dirt-biking exploits inspired the animated special.

For Sean, who had only done contract jobs for Lee Mendelson Film Productions while pursuing his music career, the Peanuts records led to a bigger role in the family business. “The stuff Jason and I are working on is bringing me a lot of creative fulfillment,” Sean says. “It just fit like a puzzle because Jason and I are now a record company, for all intents and purposes.”

A Couple of Characters

For two guys who have spent their entire lives around Peanuts, Sean claims no one has ever asked them which character they identify with the most. In a joint interview where the siblings finish each other’s sentences and bicker good-naturedly, it takes me some time to extract an answer.

“I most identify with a little boy who throws up over the ship in the Mayflower episode of This is America, Charlie Brown,” Sean deadpans over Jason’s protests. The youngest of the Mendelson siblings, he next lands on Charlie Brown’s little sister Sally, for her bubbly personality. “And that’s what I strive to be. I try to take joy out of life,” Sean says. “No, excuse me. Forget that. Snoopy. Snoopy is mischievous in all the right ways and is a creative enterprise, always.”

Jason’s default answer is Peppermint Patty, “because that’s the last one that I played.” As a glasses-wearing child, he had also voiced her sidekick, Marcie. “When I played her, I felt like her and the way she was sort of supporting the others and not really doing her own thing,” Jason says. “I think for me now … it’s probably Charlie Brown because of the anxiety. I try to get up and keep going and persevering, but not like he does.”

“Man, did this take a turn,” jokes Sean, telling me, “You’re like Lucy in the psychiatrist booth, Andrea.”

Honoring a Legacy

Sean and Jason’s filmmaking father left big shoes to fill. Lee found success early, winning a Peabody Award for his series of documentaries on San Francisco for KPIX-TV, followed by a dozen Emmys, three more Peabodys and a bunch of Oscar and Grammy nominations over his long and prolific career. But what impressed his sons more than all those trophies was Lee’s ability to get the best out of the people he worked with and to treat everyone with respect and kindness. “I don’t know anybody who could say a bad word about him,” says Jason. “Even his ex-wives.”

Despite putting their own creative imprint on the project, they say producing Peanuts records is a way to honor their father. “He always promoted the other person, and that’s all we are doing right now—promoting Vince Guaraldi and, in effect, our father’s work on the TV shows,” Jason says. “We feel like we’re stewards.”

From Willie Mays and animator Bill Melendez to Vince Guaraldi and his musical successor, David Benoit, Lee’s collaborators became a kind of family. “My dad would be on the phone with somebody I thought was a family member,” Sean recalls. “I’d say, who were you talking to? ‘Oh, that was Sparky.’ He’d talk to him like he was a brother or a cousin.”

And that close community extends into the next generation. “Every time we do a clip show or a show about the history of Charlie Brown, I’ve never had anybody tell me they wouldn’t show up,” says Jason. “They want to do it to thank Lee or Sparky or Bill, and they always say yes.”

nuts about peanuts – mendelsonproductions.com

HEAR, HEAR
In July, Lee Mendelson productions released its latest Peanuts soundtrack from Vince Guaraldi’s original studio recordings, You’re a Good Sport, Charlie Brown. Available as downloads, CDs and zoetrope picture disc vinyl, its first run sold out. On September 12, it will be released in black eco-viny. mendelsonproductions.com

Want to experience Peanuts music live? The San Francisco Symphony performs A Charlie Brown Christmas on December 21 and 22. sfsymphony.org

Head for the Hills

Words by Andrea Gemmet

I’m not sure if the inhabitants of California’s Gold Country are unusually friendly or if the exquisite peaches from Twin Peaks Orchards should get all the credit. It might be a little of both.

Early into our four-day road trip through Rancho Cordova, Auburn, Nevada City and Grass Valley, my husband and I come away from a tour of Twin Peaks’ organic farm with a large box of perfectly ripe peaches, plus a dozen heirloom apricots. We can’t possibly eat all of them ourselves so, like a couple of Johnny Appleseeds, we hand out peaches to people we meet along the way. It proves to be an excellent ice-breaker.

Cover Photography Courtesy of: Kat Alves – Holbrooke Hotel / Photography Courtesy of:  Rancho Cordova

Our first stop is Rancho Cordova. We stroll around Soil Born Farm, a sprawling urban agriculture project hosting a weekly farmers market, lively outdoor cafe and community hub. It’s a great way to start off a lazy Saturday but our visit happens to coincide with the annual California Mermaid Convention, just across the street at Hagan Park’s community pool.

The convention is one of the most joyfully eccentric scenes I’ve ever encountered. Colorful tails are laid out along the pool deck like fileted fish while their owners take a break and talk shop with fellow merfolk. In the sunlit water, several sirens glide beneath the surface while another sits half-submerged on a step, strumming a ukulele and singing sweetly while fluttering her tail.

Back on the road, we pass through Rancho Cordova’s Barrel District, stopping at cool, cavernous Movement Brewing Co. for a frosty fruited sour. Dinnertime finds us in Auburn at Restaurant Josephine, the perfect intro to what becomes a culinary theme to this trip: creative farm-to-table cuisine, adeptly prepared and absolutely delicious. Josephine has a destination-restaurant menu but the friendly atmosphere of a neighborhood hangout. The combination is pure Gold Country.

Photography Courtesy of:  Rancho Cordova

After a relaxing night at the Hotel Vista Sierra in a sleek, spacious room with a view of the majestic mountain range, we’re off to Twin Peaks Orchards’ farmstand in nearby Newcastle to talk with Camelia Enriquez Miller about the region’s rich agricultural history. She and husband Justin are the fourth generation to farm this hilly land. First cultivated in 1912, now certified organic and producing an array of heirloom fruits, Twin Peaks is among the first farms to win recognition from the global Slow Food movement.

Old Town Auburn offers an abundance of Gold Rush history, from the rustic Joss House Museum’s Chinese artifacts to the Placer County Museum located in the 1890s courthouse. At The Pour Choice, a three-story craft coffee bar and tap room, the rosemary ham & cheese sandwiches are a gourmet treat—thinly sliced porchetta on house-made focaccia with mornay sauce and a zippy Fresno chili-spiked apple relish.

Photography Courtesy of: Visit Placer

Box of peaches in hand, we hit the Placer Wine Trail, chatting with Pamela and Zane Dobson, owners of PaZa Estate Winery, while sipping 2021 Cotes du Placer in their rustic-chic tasting shed. At Vina Castellano, we retreat into the cave-like tasting room to sample Spanish varietals like tempranillo and verdejo as well as Abuelita, a blend of cabernet franc and syrah. The affordable tasting flights and easygoing vibe of Placer County’s wine region, which dates back to the mid-1800s, reminds me of Sonoma County 25 years ago.

Next stop, Nevada City. The 16-acre downtown historic district looks like a movie set—and it once was. Hallmark’s The Christmas Card was filmed here during its annual Victorian Christmas fair. With so many shops selling housewares and western gear, the front window of Solstice stands out with its explosion of sequins, Day-Glo and feather boas. Once I learn there’s a sizable contingent of Burning Man enthusiasts in town, the eye-popping second-hand attire makes perfect sense.

Photography Courtesy of:  Haley Wright

GO OUTSIDE
Nevada City’s Tribute Trail along Deer Creek offers historical insights from its indigenous inhabitants—plus a bouncy suspension bridge over the creek. A short drive from the twin cities, walk across the South Yuba River on the 1862 Bridgeport Covered Bridge. Outdoor recreation on the South Yuba includes fishing, swimming, biking, horseback riding and hiking, but be mindful—snowmelt can cause hazardous water conditions into mid-summer. Dig into Gold Rush history at Empire Mine State Historic Park in Grass Valley. For a day on the water, the Sacramento State Aquatic Center in Gold River (near Rancho Cordova) offers classes and water sports rentals at Lake Natoma.

The thriving local art scene in this part of Gold Country is deeply rooted. The twin cities of Grass Valley and Nevada City comprise one of California’s 14 Cultural Districts, a well-earned honor. Along with art galleries, the small towns boast an outsized number of entertainment venues and a packed calendar of live music, theater and dance performances, including the two-day KMVR Celtic Festival held in Grass Valley each May.

One great place to tap into this creative spirit is Wolf Craft School and Collective, where you can try your hand at making all kinds of things, from jewelry and ceramics to sandals and textiles. For art and cultural exhibits, visit the ‘Uba Seo Gallery. Run by the Nevada City Rancheria Nisenan Tribe, it offers a thought-provoking counterpoint to the typical Gold Rush narrative of scrappy miners and wily entrepreneurs.

Photo Courtesy of: Rachel Valley

Nevada City’s historic downtown is so compact that, when looking for breakfast, we accidentally walk into the still-closed Heartwood Eatery before realizing our destination—Three Forks Bakery and Brewing Company—is right next door. Back at Heartwood for lunch, I peruse the chalkboard’s list of local farms that supply the restaurant and note that the decadent toast menu features breads from The Baker and the Cakemaker in Auburn. Locals are obsessed with the bakery’s Meyer lemon-rosemary sourdough and I can see why.

The twin cities each boast a lovingly refurbished historic hotel—the Holbrooke Hotel in Grass Valley and Nevada City’s National Exchange Hotel. We thoroughly enjoy a dinner at each hotel’s elegant restaurant, where local wines pair with well-crafted farm-to-table fare. Our room at the National Exchange had high ceilings, a private patio and a tastefully eclectic array of antique furnishings, including a wooden pew that could easily seat 10.

Photo Courtesy of: Visit Auburn

Grass Valley is also home to the annual Cornish Christmas street fair and several pasty shops, a nod to the many gold miners who came from Cornwall, and the pedestrian-only Mill Street Shopping District with several blocks of picture-perfect shops. “People in Grass Valley are very friendly, they go out of their way to help you,” declares Robin Galvan-Davies, head of the Chamber of Commerce.

From what I’ve seen on this trip, that’s true all over this part of Gold Country.

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Seaside Scenes

Words by Lotus Abrams

Summer at the beach—it’s a subject that has attracted artists throughout history. From Picasso to Diebenkorn, capturing the joie de vivre of frolicking in azure waves or lying in repose on sun-warmed sand is an irresistible urge. For Laura Hughes, it is a way of connecting with her own precious childhood memories and capturing playful moments experienced by her four children at the seashore.

The figures in Laura’s oil paintings swim, boogie board, sunbathe and read books in brightly colored beach chairs. A scene from Santa Cruz or Carmel, perhaps? Actually, Laura finds her inspiration in the small beach towns along the shores of New Jersey, where she was raised. “Spring Lake is a small shore town, just 3,000 residents, but it’s beautiful and we love it,” she explains, adding that her home is just “steps from the beach.” Faced with a move across the country to Palo Alto, Laura and her husband sought a way to enjoy both locations. The answer was a bicoastal lifestyle in which the family spends nine months in the Bay Area and the summers back on the Jersey Shore.

Cover Painting: Tidepool Treasures / Above Painting: Tangerine Tunic

It might sound frenetic, but it becomes clear how Laura, with her calm and positive demeanor, makes it work. “My husband and I really wanted our children to have the chance to spend summers at the beach and take seasonal jobs, just as we did growing up,” she says. Plus, both of their extended families are there. The peripatetic lifestyle has also suited her ambitions as an artist, opening new doors and opportunities.

Laura’s own childhood was filled with creativity. “There were always art supplies around and my mother was artistic her whole life,” she says. Always drawn to art classes in school, Laura decided to major in English and minor in art at Georgetown University. She was able to spend a semester abroad in Italy for her major—a real priority for her—but “my art classes really lit me up.” After graduating, she set her sights on a job in advertising in New York City. She worked for a small ad agency and smiles as she remembers that it was “super creative and I loved it.”

A major life change, in the form of marriage and the birth of twins, required putting a hold on her artistic endeavors, although she kept taking art classes whenever she could. Two more children meant that life was busier than ever. In 2015, her husband was offered a position at a Palo Alto-based tech firm and, after one year of living apart, they decided to try dividing their time between the Bay Area and East Coast. That same year, with children on the cusp of adulthood, Laura made a decision: “This is my time and I am getting back to my painting.”

She began exploring art galleries and educational opportunities and was soon taking classes at Pacific Art League and the Palo Alto Art Center. “I feel very lucky that there are so many wonderful resources here,” she says of the Peninsula. She became adept at setting up her home studio wherever she could, including in the garage, bedrooms and the foyer of the large home they rent in downtown Palo Alto.

Painting: Be More Pacific

She recently enjoyed a four-month residency at the Cubberly Studios, which was an unexpected opportunity. “I got a call that a space was open and had one hour to decide to take it, and I did,” she laughs. “It was wonderful to be there and meet and share with the other artists.”

Laura’s sunny, colorful beach scenes are not as spontaneous as one might think. Her working method is to pose her subjects (often her children, nieces, nephews and other family members) and then take pictures with her phone. She says that she usually has an idea in advance as to what she wants to portray.

Laura is very clear that these paintings are not meant to be portraits. While the bodies of her figures are carefully arranged, the faces are almost totally lacking in detail.

Painting: Amity

“I want them to look like they could be anyone, which is why they are usually looking away or down or wearing hats,” she explains. “I am not looking for realism. I am trying to find my perfect blend of realism and abstraction.”

Her passion is for light. “I love the way that light hits bodies and structures,” Laura says. The structures that she enjoys painting the most are beach chairs and lifeguard stations. “I have grown up on the beach and the lifeguard stands I paint are those from our little shore towns. Every town has its own style of stands.”

When it’s pointed out that West Coast beaches are pretty fantastic, Laura laughs and agrees. “I love Half Moon Bay!” It is the backdrop for a recent painting of family members who were visiting from the East Coast. “We were excited to show them the Half Moon Bay coastline and tidepools. The afternoon West Coast light was perfect,” she says.

Painting: Ready to Roll

Now that she has time to devote to her art, Laura has begun to tackle the challenge of putting it out into the world. She made a website where she displays examples of both her figurative and architectural paintings, and she has participated in Silicon Valley Open Studios. Like many artists, she also uses Instagram to show her work—although she admits, “I don’t love social media.”

When told that her paintings are bright and cheerful, she is clearly pleased. “I think in most of my paintings, I am trying to capture moments of joy,” she says.

As she packs and prepares for summer in New Jersey in June, Laura is already looking ahead to autumn in California. With her youngest child college-bound, she will have more time to fully devote to her art. “I am hoping to have a more structured, daily practice in the future, with a full work schedule when I can produce more and continue to learn from artists I admire.” Laura smiles, “This is a good turning point for me.”

summer shores – laura-hughes-art.squarespace.com

Hey Macarena!

Words by Johanna Harlow

What happens when you pair up a trailblazing chef with a culinary conservative? Macarena Restaurant’s paella pro Sergio Box is steeped in tradition, thanks to growing up around his family’s upscale restaurant in Jávea, Spain, while chef Toni Santanach prefers to push the envelope after mastering the art of elevated tapas in Barcelona’s vibrant food scene. “They have had to merge,” says owner Elizabeth Reviriego, who oversees Palo Alto’s newest upscale Spanish restaurant with her partner David Linares. Fortunately for Macarena, a little friendly back-and-forth has only elevated this kitchen’s culinary creations.

Macarena’s menu leans more classic than contemporary. “We’re trying to bring back dishes that were kind of lost in translation,” explains Elizabeth. “We want to bring back those dishes like casseroles, stews and dishes that require more time.” Their slow-cooked oxtail served with truffle mashed potatoes is a perfect example.

That said, there are exceptions to the rule. Take the potato-based churros bravos served with a savory sauce. “That’s his fault!” laughs Elizabeth, pointing at Toni. “We didn’t want that. We wanted the traditional patatas bravas, but he was like, ‘I know that you won’t let me bring all my innovative tapas from Spain, but just let me put one of the dishes on the menu.’ So we all agreed that he had to try it and test it out.” It has since become a fan favorite. “He’s very proud and happy that he was right in the end,” Elizabeth says, prompting a big grin from Toni. Sergio nods and concedes, “I like it now.”

The roasted calçots also have a unique spin. Typically served as whole baby leek stalks, Macarena cuts the vegetable into roasted cylinders and serves it with an unexpected hollandaise in addition to the requisite romesco sauce.
When asked about their favorite dishes on the menu, both chefs pick the other’s creations. “I’m enchanted with the octopus paella,” Toni says. Meanwhile, Sergio appreciates Toni’s heavenly cakes. “When I don’t see him, he eats my desserts,” Toni reproaches Sergio. The latter doesn’t even try to defend himself.

A trip to Macarena isn’t complete without experiencing Sergio’s paella prowess. Bomba rice, imported from Spain and immaculately cooked, is complemented with a choice of veggies, seafood or pork. Order the paella de pulpo and it arrives at your table with a lengthy octopus tentacle coiled seductively across a hulking pan, the rice sprinkled with cauliflower and bits of squid. Garlic aioli and lemon are served on the side to doctor the dish as you wish. “Rice is so beautiful and so enjoyable. It’s good with anything,” Sergio says, estimating that he’s made somewhere between 30,000 and 50,000 paellas during his lifetime.

The chefs’ differences are also their greatest strengths. “Sergio, whom we affectionately call ‘the artist,’ is incredibly creative and passionate about crafting our paellas and main dishes,” Elizabeth says. “It’s in Toni’s realm to balance it out, look for the logistics and try to fine-tune the ingredients …. It’s very hard to present a dish and make it consistent for a restaurant.” The result is delightful flavors cooked up in a smoothly running kitchen. “The combination is super necessary. They balance each other out!”

Macarena’s ambiance reflects its food in a union of old and new. The olive trees, large leafy plants and eye-catching wood partitions invoke traditional Andalusian patios. The grand, old-fashioned fireplace, velvety curtains and moody chiaroscuro paintings of fruit summon up Old World imagery. “Those vintage lamps were also a requirement for us,” Elizabeth says as she points them out. “We wanted to tap into those old living rooms in Spanish homes back in the 1940s and 1950s.”

Despite those vintage touches, the place undeniably has contemporary flair. From the colossal chandeliers, spiky and golden like huge heads of wheat, to the sleek, sophisticated bar, there’s nothing dusty about this decor. “We wanted some sort of urban feeling. A restaurant that could be in Madrid—or Barcelona, which is more cool and underground,” Elizabeth says.
There’s one area where both chefs are always in agreement: they’re big fans of each other’s work. “I like what others do better,” declares Sergio. Toni wholeheartedly agrees, adding, “I love your cooking, maybe because I didn’t make it.”

paella paradise – macarenarestaurant.com

Fresh Feel

Words by Loureen Murphy

Ashi Waliany’s infusion of modern grace into a San Francisco condo whet the owners’ appetite for more. So they ordered a fresh look and feel for their traditional primary home in Menlo Park. The details: Season it liberally with blues and heirlooms—and hold the wallpaper. In response, former restaurateur and Cusp Interiors principal Ashi whisked together her clients’ ideas with her innovative juices and let them marinate. “This project gave me a chance to explore a different side of their taste, and my own as well, creating a layered, deeply personal home,” she says of the results.

The living room now presents a healthy serving of greens (Benjamin Moore’s Sea Haze) on the cabinetry, fireplace casings and ceiling beams, exuding calm and elegance. “The overall palette draws from nature,” says Ashi. Layers of green with touches of blue in the pillows and carpet create indoor-outdoor continuity. Because her clients love the backyard view, she oriented the sofa to face it. Splashes of artwork collected during the homeowners’ travels dress the room.

 

As richer fare in deep blues, the elevated office showcases well-preserved land deeds that have been in the husband’s family since the 18th century. Mounted on bookcases behind the desk, the framed deeds highlight a significant piece of family history. Ashi took note of her clients’ pride of ownership and meticulous care of each piece in their home, whether purchased or inherited.

Like a master chef developing deep flavor, Ashi rendered the primary bedroom into a palette-pleaser, layering colors, textures and patterns. To reflect the clients’ current taste and lifestyle, she stripped away the dark green carpet, floral wallpaper and pink bedding. “I wanted to preserve elements of the room’s past while reinterpreting them for today,” Ashi says.

Keepers included the chinoiserie-style nightstands and the window seat. The new bed’s plush blue-gray velvet upholstery evokes quiet and comfort, while the wood flooring and natural tone of the Philip Jeffries grasscloth on the walls exude warmth. Two Midcentury-style upholstered seats open the space that once was weighted down by a massive dresser and mirror. Above, a bubbly light fixture adds sculptural interest. Ashi enhanced the stunted window seat, flanking it with luxurious, high-mounted drapery. That once awkward area now invites cozy moments.

Visitors can cozy up, too, drinking in the guest room’s refreshing ambience. Airy and whimsical, Schumacher’s blue botanical wallpaper envelops the whole space. Ashi intermixed patterns, scale variations and layers in neutrals and blues, consistent hues tying together the whole. In this harmonious haven, guests can read at a cushy upholstered window bench or sip a beverage at their own bistro-like nook. “It feels like an escape,” the designer says.

Her clients’ first sight of Zebrino marble, which they deemed “gorgeous, ”kick-started the home’s biggest change. With Ashi’s help, they found the perfect backsplash piece—and the impetus to break from their usual aesthetic and transform their pink floral powder room into an experience.

Inky blue lime-washed walls complement the slate-stained white oak flooring in a Moorish tile–inspired pattern. Pendant lamps suggestive of dangling pearl earrings replaced the overhead recessed light. Lighter cabinets and a metal wall sculpture finish the update with depth and movement, dashed with salt and pepper. “This room felt like a fun design swing for them—not a huge risk, but certainly bolder,” concludes Ashi.

Mutual trust sweetened this project, especially in the dining room. Despite the request to eschew florals, Ashi embraced the existing upholstered wall covering. “I knew that with a little bit of finesse, we could make that room feel different.” Farrow & Ball’s Crimson Red in a high-gloss finish on the wainscot paired well with the walls, lacquered dining set and buffet the husband bought before he and his wife met. Heirloom china and silver pieces fill the china cabinet, custom-made when they moved in 30 years ago. Ashi’s secret sauce—intense color, energizing without overpowering traditional elements—serves up the perfect bridge between old and new.

Ashi notes that the husband loved the result, confirming that changing the surroundings breathes new life into sentimental pieces.

Staying true to her clients’ taste, Ashi and team built on the past while renewing each room. “We created a space that feels truly authentic and personal to the people who live there. It’s a nice reminder that you don’t have to start from scratch for your home to feel new and fresh.”

old & new – cuspinteriors.com

The Beat on Your Eats: Pizza

Get stoked about these wood-fired pizzas.

impasto
San Carlos

The golden tiles of the pizza oven glitter in the amber glow of the fire within as flour and water is transformed at the newest Italian eatery by the team behind Terùn and Italico in Palo Alto. This sleek space produces perfect pizzas and delectable focaccia. Try the focaccia pugliese, enriched with tomatoes and served with rosemary butter. Find classics, like a pizza margherita made with traditional buffalo mozzarella or a San Daniele draped with luxurious prosciutto and drizzled with truffle oil. Heat things up with the spicy Nduja sausage-and-zucchini pizza or the Calabria, featuring broccoli rabe and creamy burrata cheese. Cool off with the curated selection of Italian wines or double down on the heat with a chili-spiked Calabria Margarita. 661 El Camino Real. Closed Mondays.

doppio zero
Mountain View, San Carlos

With a coveted Vera Pizza Napoletana certification, Doppio Zero stays faithful to the iconic style—a thin, lightly blistered crust with a tender, fluffy interior and simple, fresh toppings. In fact, the restaurant’s name comes from the fine 00 flour prized by serious pizza professionals. For a pie that packs a punch, try the Diavola: rich smoky chorizo cured in-house, balanced with delicate basil and a tangy red sauce. For a delightfully rich white pie, opt for the restaurant’s namesake that marries mild, milky burrata with salty prosciutto and peppery arugula. Vegetarians will drool over the Fungo pizza’s earthy wild mushrooms and blend of goat and fontina cheese, seasoned with truffle oil, thyme and Italian chilis. 160 Castro Street; 617 Laurel Street. Open daily.

vesta
Redwood City

Honey might not be something you expect on your pizza, but trust Vesta on this one. A drizzle of sweet golden goodness atop Italian sausage, serrano chilis, rich mascarpone cheese and a robust red sauce creates the perfect balance of sweet, spicy and savory on the Sausage & Honey pie. Get exploratory with your toppings while maintaining a satisfying comfort food vibe by opting for the Carbonara. This white pizza with applewood-smoked bacon, garlic, onion and plenty of black pepper is decadently creamy from mascarpone, pecorino and parmigiano cheeses, not to mention the egg cracked on top. Savor your splendid summer night by lingering on the patio with a bowl of hazelnut gelato. 2022 Broadway. Closed Sundays.

Sweet on Sourdough

It’s not an exaggeration to say that Redwood City’s Deb Lemos is obsessed with sourdough—but with 375,000 followers on Instagram and a successful Etsy shop, clearly she’s not the only one. Baking is part of Deb’s daily routine, which she deftly balances with a full-time job as the director of finance and operations for the math department at Stanford University, where she’s worked for almost 40 years.

“Sourdough is my passion,” Deb says. “I’m not someone who can be idle, and so I get up very early in the morning to get all of my sourdough baking and prep work done before the normal workday starts.”
Deb, who grew up in Los Altos, started baking with her grandmother when she was young, but it wasn’t until the last decade that she really got into sourdough. A friend gave her Jim Lahey’s My Bread: The Revolutionary No-Work, No-Knead Method, which prompted her to start experimenting using his no-knead technique and conventional yeast. Then Deb decided to try making a sourdough starter. She was successful on her first try, and it’s the same starter she still uses today. “I loved it and became really obsessed; my family would say, ‘Oh gosh, she’s talking about sourdough again,’” Deb laughs.

When the pandemic hit in early 2020, Deb saw a huge rise in interest in sourdough baking and quickly launched her business. “All of a sudden, I became incredibly relevant,” she says. “Everybody was home, and everybody wanted to bake bread.”

Deb launched her Etsy shop selling dehydrated sourdough starter, complete breadmaking kits and a beginner’s guide. Her Instagram account is where she shares her love of sourdough baking by way of tempting recipes, practical advice and encouraging words. She also teaches classes a few times a month, has an Amazon storefront selling recommended tools and bakes for a few clients every month.

Deb likes to use the expression “easy peasy” to describe her approach to sourdough breadmaking, as her recipes require minimal equipment and hands-on time. Her two-loaf-pan technique eliminates the need for a Dutch oven, and most of her recipes don’t require kneading. “My goal is to teach people how to make the best loaf of bread for the least amount of work,” Deb says. “I want people to understand that it’s not as hard as it seems.”

Beyond perfectly baked loaves of bread (cranberry-walnut is one of her go-tos), Deb has created many recipes for other sourdough-based foods. Among her favorites: scones, focaccia and flour tortillas. She makes tortillas by taking the starter right out of the fridge, making the dough, dividing it into balls and freezing them, enabling fresh tortillas on demand. “They’re so easy and delicious that I tell people once they make them, they’ll never buy flour tortillas again,” she says.

Deb answers every question and Instagram direct message personally, ready to help fellow sourdough enthusiasts troubleshoot. “If you’re having trouble, it’s usually one of two things: Your starter isn’t healthy and active or you’ve over-proofed your dough,” she says, adding that over-proofing is one of the most common problems newer bakers tend to experience. “You have to get to know your starter and then be able to tell whether your dough is properly proofed or not, and that’s really different for every recipe and for every environment.” To help people with the process, Deb provides tips for proofing in warm and cold weather, as well as how to slow down proofing or speed it up.

Dispelling common misconceptions about sourdough baking is another priority for Deb—first and foremost, that it’s time-consuming. “It does take time, but most of it is passive time,” she clarifies. “If you feed your starter in the morning, it takes less than five minutes and it can go weeks in the refrigerator without needing to be fed again.” Developing a routine for making dough and proofing provides flexibility to bake when the timing is convenient, she adds.

Another common misconception Deb often sees is that people think their starter is “dead” when a layer of gray liquid, or “hooch,” forms on the top. “Nine out of 10 times when someone thinks their starter is dead, it really isn’t; all you need to do is feed it and see if you notice any activity and bubbling,” she says.

When Deb retires from Stanford, sometime in the next few years, she plans to see where her sourdough business goes organically. She’d also like to publish a cookbook. “I’m looking at this as my encore career, and I plan to do it as long as it’s still fun,” she says.

sourdough rising – @everything.sourdough

EVERYTHING SOURDOUGH TORTILLAS

Deb Lemos’s recipe comes with a promise: Once you make these, you’ll never buy flour tortillas again. Any extra tortilla dough balls can be stored in the freezer. Bring them to room temperature and cook as directed.

Ingredients
1¹/³ cups (210 grams) all-purpose flour, plus more for sprinkling
1¼ teaspoons (7 grams) salt
¼ cup (56 grams) softened butter, coconut oil or olive oil 
100 grams (slightly less than ½ cup) room-temperature water
½ cup (100 grams) sourdough starter, fed or unfed

Whisk flour and salt together in a medium bowl. Cut butter or oil into the flour mixture using the back of a fork, a pastry knife or your fingers. Mix by hand until well incorporated or use a stand mixer with paddle attachment on low speed.
Add water and sourdough starter and mix until you have a shaggy dough.
On a floured surface, knead the dough by hand for 1 to 2 minutes until smooth and does not stick to your work surface. Use additional flour as needed. 
Cut the dough into 8 equal pieces and shape into balls.
Cover dough balls with a light kitchen towel, inverted bowl or plastic wrap. Let them rest at room temperature for at least 30 minutes or up to two hours, or refrigerate for up to 48 hours. 
Heat a 12-inch cast-iron pan on medium-high or use a non-stick skillet.
Roll out each room-temperature ball to about 8-10 inches
in diameter, flouring the board, rolling pin and tortillas as 
needed. They should be so thin they’re almost transparent. 
Lay a tortilla in the hot pan and cook until it puffs and browns in patches. Flip over and cook until lightly browned, about 1-2 minutes each side.

Good for the Goose

Words by Jennifer Jory

At the Dutch Goose, the floors are covered in peanut shells and the walls with carved initials. This long-running hangout in West Menlo Park has welcomed the neighborhood for nearly 60 years. They’re still serving deviled eggs made from the same recipe that’s been on the menu since 1966. The locals like it that way. This unassuming family-owned eatery serves as a backdrop for Silicon Valley lore, from its many famous patrons to the test launch of Pong, the first commercially successful video game.

While the deviled egg recipe remains a secret, perhaps the real secret sauce is the connection people feel when they take a seat at “the Goose.” “You can come into the Dutch Goose alone and you will see buddies or you’ll meet buddies,” owner Greg Stern promises. “You have this community when you are at the Dutch Goose. Everybody comes together and gets along,” he says. Greg believes the restaurant’s camaraderie is its staying power, in contrast to other burger purveyors that are moving to automated ordering. “At Shake Shack or McDonald’s, you’re met with a kiosk or a QR code menu,” Greg laments. “That sense of community is lost.” The Goose is a local fixture with history—its logo was made by the same designer who created the Grateful Dead’s.

 

A Menlo Park native, Greg seized on the opportunity to buy the Dutch Goose during a career pivot that took him from stockbroker to restauranteur. “It was the year 2000 and I was working at Morgan Stanley, while the market was crashing,” he recalls. “I was having a burger with my dad and I told him I was miserable.” The conversation turned to talk that the Dutch Goose might close down or be demolished and Greg pondered rescuing the time-honored watering hole. “I feel like these mom-and-pop restaurants are a dying breed,” he says. A business entrepreneurship graduate from the University of Southern California, Greg worked on a deal that took several years to complete. Since then, he hasn’t looked back. “You don’t go into the restaurant industry because you think you’re going to make a lot of money,” Greg explains. “But what you do get is that sense of community that I had never really experienced before. When you’re part of this community, it is better than any financial gain I’ve ever received. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

From contractors and students to venture capitalists and Little League teams, the Goose’s customer base is diverse and loyal. Patrons have celebrated milestones at the Goose, from their first baseball team win in the 1970s to their 40-year high school reunion. Stanford Business School hosts regular meetings at the Dutch Goose. For many years, Stanford University’s bus had a regular stop at the restaurant. “We are so fortunate, with 20 schools in a two-mile radius of us,” Greg points out. “We host a lot of reunions.” The Goose also features a trivia night on Thursdays and a chalk board where customers can write the name of a friend for whom they have bought a drink in advance.

Greg is as local as it gets. He graduated from Menlo-Atherton High School and is raising his three young boys in his hometown with his wife Angela, a restaurant veteran herself. Naturally, they enjoy engaging with the community. “We’ve been going through T-ball and all the way up through Little League,” explains Greg. “We’ll sponsor a team, and then they’ll come in and have a team party.” Along with supporting local youth sports, the Dutch Goose helps provide hundreds of college sponsorships and mentoring programs through the Peninsula College Fund.

When it comes to well-known customers, the Dutch Goose touts a long list that includes former Vice President Al Gore, Meta’s Mark Zuckerberg and the San Francisco Giants’ J.T. Snow. Greg cites former Stanford quarterback and Super Bowl champion Jim Plunkett as one of the restaurant’s most esteemed regulars. “Jim Plunkett is a staple at the Goose,” he says. “He is among the most humble guys I have ever met. His daughters were both bartenders at the Goose.” One of Greg’s most memorable moments includes a visit from Seal Team 6 members who stopped in at the Goose for burgers shortly after their successful take-down of Osama bin Laden. “That was the most star-struck I have ever been,” beams Greg. “They were pretty remarkable and first secured the location before stepping in the door.”

Customers come for the first-rate burgers and beer, ample draft selections and an outdoor bar called the Duck Blind. Those who dine on the patio will find a wall display called the “Beer Tap Graveyard,” which features all the tap tags of dearly departed brews that have been retired.
Over the years, Greg’s menu has expanded to include healthier options like salads, cauliflower-crust pizza and garden burgers. He stresses that changing the menu is not something done lightly. “People want their hometown watering hole to be the same and don’t like change,” he says. “You make a change and customers tell you immediately. When we switched the potato chips to french fries, people told me I was making a big mistake.”

The spicy deviled eggs remain the most labor-intensive item on the menu. “Someone calls every year to get the recipe and we tell them it is just the original chicken,” he laughs. “It’s a lot of time cracking eggs and making the batter. It takes about two hours every morning.” Greg recently introduced milkshakes for the first time. “You have to do this slowly,” he notes. “The neighborhood tells you when you are going off the rails.”

At the Dutch Goose, no one is rushing you out the door. “In the restaurant industry, you want to turn tables, that’s how you make money,” says Greg. “But that is not the case at the Goose. You want to come in, hang out and enjoy everyone’s company.” In fact, plenty of local customers consider the restaurant a second home. “It is like going to church,” Greg reflects. “You know what to expect and it’s one of the few things in life that doesn’t change.”

golden goose – dutchgoose.net

Perfect Shot: Birds Can’t Read

A rebellious osprey ignores a “Keep Out” sign while building its nest near the San Mateo Bridge. “Ninety-nine percent of an osprey’s diet is live fish,” notes wildlife photographer Michael Pagano. “They prefer shallow water when hunting for food, since they are unable to dive deeper than three feet.” This is the second year these birds of prey have made their home in the marina channel, he says. “Last year, they successfully raised two offspring.”

Image by Michael Pagano / @paganografx

Calling all Shutterbugs: If you’ve captured a unique perspective of the Peninsula, we’d love to see your Perfect Shot. Email us at hello@punchmonthly.com to be considered for publication.

Diary of a Dog: Oreo

As told to Margaret Koenig

My name is Oreo, but save for a few darker spots in my pale coat, I’m all filling and no cookie. I’m a five-year-old shorkie (half shih tzu, half Yorkshire terrier) with a crooked smile and a super-charged social battery. I was June’s daughter’s dog, but only until I met June. I attached myself to her like Velcro and wouldn’t budge (and I don’t mean that purely metaphorically—I often use her arm as my personal paw rest, even when she’s driving). Now I live with June in Burlingame. I love visiting my four-legged friends in the neighborhood and if they don’t come out to play, I’ll sit in front of their homes until I’m physically carried away. Human visitors are equally exciting, especially the piano teacher, who allows me to sit nearby and listen. When I’m not socializing, I’m out exploring, although many of my adventures end with me being rescued from the tight spaces I get stuck in. Other hobbies include walking the Bay Trail (and watching ducks, planes and everything in between), rolling in the dirt (preferably right after getting groomed) and attending attitude classes so I’ll stop barking at big dogs. (Progress has been made!) Oh, and I have a special talent: I can sniff out ice cream in my sleep. The sound of ice cream being removed from the freezer will wake me up from the deepest of slumbers. I’ll be there in seconds to ask for a teaspoon before returning to bed. An action-packed schedule, plenty of friends and an occasional spoonful of ice cream—what more could a dog want?

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Landmark: Kohl Pumphouse

Words by Margaret

The historic Kohl Pumphouse is easy to miss. Located in San Mateo’s Central Park near the Ninth Avenue entrance, the small, nondescript building is hidden by a white wrought-iron gate flanked by stately oaks, and marked by a plaque that most passersby wouldn’t look at twice. You’d hardly guess that the pumphouse is the sole surviving building of the grand estate that once occupied these grounds. Before being acquired by the City of San Mateo in 1922, Central Park was home to Charles Polhemus, director of the San Francisco and San Jose Railroad and prominent San Mateo resident, who lived on the property in a Victorian mansion in the mid-1800s. Sometime in the 1870s, Charles sold the estate to William Kohl, a naval captain and founding member of the Alaska Commercial Company, who would reside there for the next three decades. Kohl oversaw extensive landscaping and planting, the majority of which still exists today, including the 900-foot iron fence bordering El Camino Real, a cast-iron dog statue imported from Italy and, most notably, the pumphouse. Constructed in the late 1800s with dirt floors and an unfinished interior, the pumphouse provided water for landscaping, and was later also used as a maintenance workshop. It wasn’t until 1976 that the San Mateo Arboretum Society decided to renovate the pumphouse so that it could serve as the organization’s headquarters. Today, the building still houses the pump mechanism for the original 240-foot well and provides irrigation water throughout the park’s 16.5-acre grounds.

Q&A: Josh Hines

The chef and veteran oyster-shucker at Clark’s Oyster Bar in Menlo Park opens up about celebrity diners, sauté station stressors and the best mollusk you’ll ever eat.

What’s a surprising fact about oysters you wish every diner knew?
Despite their size and odd flavor, Belon oysters are the best thing you’ll ever eat.

What drew you to the culinary world?
I couldn’t make it in the real one.

At work, what task do you look forward to the most?
A super busy shift working the sauté station. You get absolutely destroyed. It’s amazing!

What makes the sauté station so brutal?
It’s definitely the highest-volume station in the kitchen. You’re picking up 8 to 10 pastas at a time, searing fish, steaming mussels, all while listening for the next dishes. I’m a sucker for organization so, for me, it’s like a game of Tetris.

Sum up your personal philosophy in one sentence.
There is no crying in the walk-in.

Do you have a favorite dish currently on Clark’s menu?
Crispy rockfish with grits and sofrito.

What’s at the top of your bucket list?
The Kentucky Derby.

Outside of the Bay Area, where’s your favorite destination for food?
Late-night Chinese in NYC.

What’s the most memorable meal you’ve had?
My first French fine dining dinner in New York, at Chanterelle. Everything from the handwritten menus to the floral arrangements was perfect. The food was amazing. It made me realize how much a really good dinner can wow all of the senses.

What subject has been occupying your mind lately?
The fall of the Roman Empire.

Can you share something that always surprises people to learn about you?
I never went to culinary school.

Are there any foods that remind you of your childhood?
Watermelon with salt and pepper.

Where do you find the best oysters?
Maine. Always.

Who’s the best B-list celebrity you’ve cooked for?
Chuck Norris. At the time, my chef friends and I had a running competition of who had the best B-list celebs (A-list is boring). I hands-down won with Chuck!

What was your childhood dream job?
Architect.

How do you feel about being a chef?
Being a chef is the worst job you’ll ever love.

Prime Picnics

Words by Johanna Harlow

Have you truly embraced summer if you haven’t gone on a picnic? Dining al fresco, breathing in the smell of freshly cut grass, feeling the gentle warmth of the sun on your skin—these are life’s little pleasures. So select a destination, pack a wicker basket with your favorite finger foods and immerse yourself in this pleasurable pastime.

Gamble Garden – Palo Alto

As Gamble Garden so succinctly says on its website, “Life is simply better in a garden.” A lovely location in any season, this place flourishes from the first blush of spring flowers to the fiery flush of fall leaves. Keep in mind that there are only two picnic tables (first-come, first-served), but plenty of places to spread out a blanket. As you hunt for the right locale, crunch down the garden’s gravel paths where special sections are devoted to roses, lavender, wisteria, herbs, California natives and more. Hoping someone else will plan the menu for you? Attend one of the monthly luncheons on the Carriage House patio.

After you’ve eaten your fill, wander the grounds some more or snap a few photos over at the gazebo. Even if you’ve been here before, you can learn something new by taking a self-guided tree walk. Find the route mapped out on Gamble Garden website (gamblegarden.org), and follow along for an introduction to the garden’s splendid array of trees, from its crabapples and crape myrtles to its Japanese maples and magnolias.

Photo Credit: Robb Most

Huddart Park – Woodside

Grassy meadows, forest slopes and second-growth redwoods await at Huddart Park in welcoming Woodside. With ample picnicking areas to choose from, you’ll find many tables shaded by trees, pergolas or roofed awnings. Some have horseshoe pits and volleyball poles nearby. This over 900-acre park can easily handle larger groups, though you’ll need to make reservations for parties of 25 or more.

Walk off your meal on one of Huddart’s many shaded trails. For something less than a mile in length, opt for a gentle jaunt on the Skyline Trail through madrone trees, sword ferns and huckleberry or the mostly-level Chickadee Nature Trail through redwoods and chaparral. Meanwhile, hardcore hikers can take the nearly five-mile Crystal Springs and Dean trails loop, one of the park’s most popular routes. Don’t forget to keep your eyes peeled for black-tailed deer tiptoeing through the brush.

Photo Credit: Johanna Harlow

Central Park – San Mateo

If you don’t want to deal with the hassle of packing your own lunch, San Mateo Central Park is conveniently located blocks away from the city’s thriving downtown. Order takeout, then scout out this park’s plentitude of perfect picnicking spots. Choose to unfurl your blanket across the sprawling lawn, settle at the tables by the playground or dine on a bench in the shadow of Leon, the park’s towering giraffe sculpture.

After lunch, explore the park’s several gardens. Feed hungry koi at the Japanese garden, and embrace whimsy by admiring the tiny, decorated homes at the fairy garden. Then stroll through the rose garden and marvel at its 100 varieties with playful names like Lady of Shalott, Good as Gold and Scentimental.

San Gregorio State Beach – San Gregorio

Recognized as one of the state’s cleanest beaches (according to Heal the Bay), San Gregorio is a pocket beach bordered by dramatic bluffs just south of Half Moon Bay. A smattering of tables on the edge of the bluffs offer breathtaking views of the waves, basking beachgoers and the nearby bridge over San Gregorio Creek, which flows under Highway 1 and spills out onto the sand. As you savor the last bites of your meal, watch seagulls surf the skies, while sea rocket, beach bur and California sagebrush shiver gently in the breeze. Don’t leave without a walk in the golden sand and a quick peek inside the cave tucked into the cliffs. For those seeking to unleash their inner architect, collect armfuls of the driftwood that washes up on this beach and build a fantastical fort.

Photo Credit: Robb Most

Sharon Park – Menlo Park

Load up your picnic basket with sandwiches and watermelon slices, then set out for this peaceful park at the heart of Sharon Heights. With a koi-stocked pond, wooded area and charming walking path, it’s an idyllic setting. Though there are only a few tables, it makes a great picnic blanket locale. As you lunch, watch turtles sunning their shells on the water’s edge, while ducks bob for pondweed. If you’re lucky, you might even spy a stately snowy egret stalking on long legs through the shallows.

A Plethora of Picnic Places:
+ Coyote Point Recreation Area (San Mateo)
+ Edgewood Park (Redwood City)
+ Flood Park (Menlo Park)
+ Foothills Nature Preserve (Los Altos Hills)
+ Pulgas Water Temple (Redwood City)
+ San Pedro Valley Park (Pacifica)
+ Shoreline Park (Mountain View)
+ Memorial County Park (Loma Mar)
+ Point San Bruno Park (South San Francisco)

Gone with the Tide

Words by Johanna Harlow

Most of us enjoy the surf and sand, but Brighton Denevan digs deeper. To this local land artist, a beach isn’t just a beach—it’s an expansive canvas.
“I think the framing of this cave is really nice,” Brighton notes, shovel in hand as he surveys a small cavern in the cliffside at San Gregorio State Beach. Despite the icy wind gusting outside, he’s in flip-flops—a Santa Cruz native through and through. A partial pattern in the sand spiderwebs beneath his feet.

When passersby stumble across one of Brighton’s massive works, they might attribute it to aliens enjoying a beach day, leaving crop circles in their wake. Brighton’s artistic dialogue with the elements has taken him across California and the states beyond, as well as countries like Mexico, Colombia and Saudi Arabia. His patterns vary from spiraling to labyrinthine, radial to patchwork-like—many with the intricacy of Celtic or Mayan detailing, some with basket-weave textures or florals. He also seeks inspiration from the Fibonacci sequence, a naturally occurring pattern found in everything from pinecones to nautilus shells. “There’s so much freedom beyond the gallery walls … It’s not constrained within the frame of the building,” says Brighton, who favors a rake for his alfresco artwork. “If it’s out in nature, it’s wild and spilling out into the world and forces are acting on it.”

Photography: Johanna Harlow

Beach Boy

With a deep tan from countless beach days and eyes a coastal blue, it’s not surprising to learn that Brighton grew up a stone’s throw from the Pacific. He spent a spirited childhood running along the Santa Cruz bluffs, splashing in the surf and watching his dad work the sand. “In the ‘90s, I was always hanging out with Pops,” says Brighton, explaining that his father, Jim Denevan, is also a land artist. In those early years, while Jim dragged a big stick or rake across the shoreline for hours on end, young Brighton would make his own miniature versions. “I’d be trying to entertain myself. I’d be making little sand sculptures, little worlds in the sand,” Brighton recalls. “It taught me patience,” he laughs.

Watching a sand master at work seems to have been an education by osmosis for Brighton—though at first, he didn’t consider sand art an option because he didn’t want to simply follow in someone else’s footsteps. For years, Brighton told himself, “That’s dad’s thing. I can’t do that.” He adds, “I hadn’t broken out of the box I’d put myself in.”

Photography: Brighton Denevan

That changed during the pandemic. “It led to me wanting to break through all the barriers and do some experiments,” he shares. The practice quickly became a passion, developing into 20 to 40 designs each month.

These days, father and son often collaborate on projects. “We both have our ideas and bounce them off each other, which makes both of our stuff better,” says Brighton. Partnering on a number of sand designs does lead to certain similarities in styles; though as Brighton sees it, “Nature’s the original artist. We’re just copycats.”

Photography: Brighton Denevan

That said, Brighton has forged his own path. “My father has always had this obsession with doing the biggest thing ever,” he chuckles. “At one point, I was driving a circle at a hundred miles an hour and you could barely even tell it was a curved line because the thing was as wide as a city.” Brighton, on the other hand, prefers “smaller,” more intricate designs. “I’ve really been enjoying doing stuff that’s 30 feet across,” he says.

Sandy Synergy

It was Brighton who introduced aerial photography to the family art. In the early days, Jim positioned his designs close to cliffsides to give onlookers a seagull’s eye view. Even so, “It’s an oblique angle,” Brighton observes. By also running a drone business, Brighton can showcase his creations (as well as his dad’s) right above the center point. That advancement in aerial photography also ensures easy preservation of their designs long after high tide sweeps the shores clean.

Photography: Brighton Denevan

As Brighton reminisces on his many projects, he fondly recalls a collaboration with a landscaper friend. After his buddy showed up at one of Brighton’s radial sand labyrinths with a dozen discarded Christmas trees in tow, the two set to work installing them around the edge of the circle. “It was amazing seeing the forest on the beach and walking amongst the trees,” Brighton recalls. “And then me and my buddy doused them in some flammable stuff and we lit them on fire. It was insane.”

Another favorite project was one Brighton made with his dad for the Desert X international art exhibition in Saudi Arabia. “Angle of Repose” consisted of 364 concentric circles composed of pyramid-shaped sand mounds that ranged in size from bread loaves to small houses, with a mountain of firewood at its center. The installation was so visually stunning that singer Alicia Keys danced among its hills. Brighton describes the sun casting shadows that played across the mounds throughout the day. “And at night, when you have the fire coming from the center, it shoots all the shadows perfectly, radiating out like a flower.”

Photography: Johanna Harlow

Shore Shout-outs

“File this under things I didn’t know you could do with a rake! Beautiful work,” actor Will Smith commented after reposting one of Brighton’s designs on Instagram last year. He’s not the first celebrity to take notice. Ed Sheeran hired Brighton and other “sandy people” for a campaign to promote his album Subtract, with each artist contributing a piece that represented the album’s different tracks.

Brighton has recently received recognition for adding text to his designs—everything from Queen lyrics to The Big Lebowski quotes. “Several bands have reposted my stuff,” he says, listing shout-outs from Green Day and Limp Bizkit. Many sand artists are more meditative and like to work silently, their only soundtrack the crashing of the waves, Brighton explains. But “music’s really important to me … It’s about high-energy music going in the background and running around.”

Photography: Brighton Denevan

Brighton adds that he likes the poetic potential of the sand messages. “The waves will erase some of the words and it’ll actually give it a new meaning.” He’s also started playing around with optical illusion letters and different fonts (like “sands serif,” he jokes).

Down to the Grain

As Brighton continues to explore environment-as-medium, his experienced eye assesses the topography of the shoreline and even the size of the sand granules. “Bigger grains mean the sand dries out faster,” he explains. This causes messier designs. Wet sand, on the other hand, means crisp patterns. Weather impacts the final result too: “If it’s really sunny, it might dry it out. Or if it’s windy, it might just turn it into sand dunes.”

Photography: Brighton Denevan

Brighton also pays heed to the color of the sand. “In Saudi, there was this beautiful golden sand like I’ve never seen before,” he reflects, adding that there’s another continent where he’d like to do an installation. “There’s some sand in Africa that’s the color of red velvet cake. And it’s sitting right next to white clay, because it’s different weight. That would be really fun to get into.”

No matter where Brighton finds his sand, one thing will remain as constant as the tide: the results will be otherworldly.

seashore savvy – brightondenevan.com

Essay: Creative Firsts

A s I’ve been chronicling in these pages, we had to move out of our family home for an extended time while it was being renovated. Recently, we made the big transition back. Moving (in this case twice) is, was and always will be one of life’s most unpleasant tasks.

We have boxed and reboxed and boxed again. Each time, we made the three distinctive piles: keep, donate, throw away. Each time, the donate and throw-away piles are extensive, and yet, like a plate of unwanted food at a formal dinner, the pile of boxes just doesn’t seem to get any smaller.

But one good thing keeps happening: the discovery of long-lost or forgotten mementos that capture a moment, time or place that brings back joyful recollections. I’m not one to throw away these fragments of my children’s lives—each one a perfect treasure, a moment in time that I can never revisit now that those children are grown, their childhoods distant. I don’t possess a mind that can easily remember the past; I need the physical reminders to help me recall the happy events of my life.

For parents, these fragile relics, when read years later, can provide a snapshot of the life your child was headed toward. Of course, their whims and wants can and do change, but often the mark is there. I speak from some experience, since I started my first publication when I was eight.

During our latest unboxing exercise, I came across a three-page letter from my then-11-year-old daughter, Arielle. She is now married with two sweet boys, ages five and three, and a newborn little girl. Finding her missive was a bit like unearthing a clutch of arrowheads during the excavation for a new building in Santa Fe—everything stopped, and I slowly read this newly re-discovered treasure:

Dear Dad,

How are you doing? I love you so much and I think I should be able to choose where I put things! My room is already too grown up for me and I need to put more colors in it. I know that you want my room to be just right, but I’m sorry that I’m not 20 but I am still 11 and I’m still only a kid. If I could just pick where I put my bulletin board, I would be very happy.

Remember it’s not yours, it’s my room. And if you can’t deal with that, then you just want everything to be perfect but to tell you something not everything can be perfect (but really nothing can be perfect.) Please try to just think about it. Try to make it a kid’s room not a 20 year old person’s room, I’m not even going to be here when I’m 20. Oh—on the next page, I show you where I want it to be. If it’s in the corner, then no one will be able to see it and I will just forget about it.

Remember, I’m not 20.

Thank you.
I love you, Ari.

The true beauty of this letter was seeing the creative spirit emanate from my daughter—her divinely-inspired gift revealing itself at such an early age. Her first, gentle effort to redo her room led to four more attempts to make her room her own, including new paint, doors removed and furniture rearranged. Finally, it was to her liking.

Today, Arielle is a noted interior designer. With ease and confidence (and incredibly creative style), she has designed dozens of beautiful homes in Atherton, Menlo Park, Beverly Hills.

And now, when I see her designing rooms and deciding on the multitude of choices in a home, I can’t help but think of her first little drawing of her own room.

Yes, my dear Arielle, you can rearrange your room!

I love you, Dad.

Landmark: Cardinal Hotel

Words by Margaret Koenig

Built in 1924, The Cardinal Hotel in Palo Alto is an important historical landmark that remains fully operational 101 years later. The three-story hotel was constructed under the auspices of the Palo Alto Improvement Company, part of an early effort to encourage downtown development—an initiative that proved largely successful, thanks in part to projects like The Cardinal. With entrances on Hamilton Avenue and Ramona Street, The Cardinal is part of the Ramona Street Architectural District, known for its historic Spanish Colonial-style buildings. Prolific California architect William H. Weeks, who designed the building alongside renowned local architect Birge Clark, put a classical twist on the Spanish Colonial style by incorporating ornate marble pillars, and framing the windows and entryways with a decorative terra-cotta border.

 

Today, much around the hotel has changed, but The Cardinal’s essential character has remained the same as it was a century ago. The hotel has been owned by the Dahl family since 1945. They bought it after leaving Hawaii and moving to California following the attack on Pearl Harbor, and Bjarne Dahl served as its manager from 1975 until his death in 2009. There have been modern upgrades over the years, but The Cardinal retains many of its distinctly Art Deco touches, from its tile floors to wrought-iron chandeliers and sconces. The hotel’s original dining room has been converted into an antique store, and period items can be found throughout the lobby, like a well-preserved switchboard desk and two wooden phone booths, plus an antique piano, classic radio and vintage chess board.

Diary of a Dog: Palouse

As told to Margaret Koenig

Hello there! I’m Palouse—an unusual name for a dog, but in my case, a very fitting one. I was found in the Palouse region in eastern Washington, an area known for its rolling hills of wheat. In mid-summer before the harvest, the hills perfectly match the color of my coat. As a terrier mix with expressive eyebrows, fiery brown eyes and a tufted beard, people often say I closely resemble the Fantastic Mr. Fox from the Wes Anderson film. In 2020, when I was six months old, Callan adopted me from Adam’s County Pet Rescue in Othello, Washington, and we only recently moved to Menlo Park. While I miss the snow in Washington, I’ve found that when it comes to the great outdoors, the Peninsula has an awful lot to offer. I’m an avid hiker, swimmer, kayaker and chaser who’s always up for an adventure—a recent favorite is hiking Windy Hill Open Space Preserve. Callan says I’m incredibly sweet and loving, but I do have a bit of a naughty streak: I’m an opportunistic counter-surfer who once managed to steal an entire steak. And I’ll admit, I do find it amusing to dry myself off on the nearest human after I go for a swim. Let’s just say that with me around, life is never dull!

Calling All Dogs: If you've got quirky habits or a funny tale (or tail) to share, email your story to hello@punchmonthly.com for a chance to share a page from your Diary of a Dog in PUNCH.

Perfect Shot: Having a Blast

For a peak patriotic display, this red-white-and-blue starburst fits the bill. PUNCH photographer Gino De Grandis captured this ethereal Independence Day display at Foster City’s Fourth of July fireworks show. Gino prefers a high vantage point for the view of the inky blue Bay in the background.

Image by Gino De Grandis / luiphotography.com

Calling all Shutterbugs: If you’ve captured a unique perspective of the Peninsula, we’d love to see your Perfect Shot. Email us at hello@punchmonthly.com to be considered for publication.

The Beat on Your Eats: Gelato

Go-to gelato places to cool down on those hot summer days.

gulino gelato

Half Moon Bay

Making dessert into an art form, the folks at Gulino Gelato whip up their constantly rotating flavors from scratch. No matter what they have displayed in the freezer when you visit—be it creamy creme brûlée or mouthwatering white chocolate—you’re in for a treat. There are also plenty of inventive options on the sorbetti side. Think strawberry-basil, grapefruit and lemon-lime. But why stop there? This gelateria also offers hot-from-the-pan bubble waffles and crepes. Another benefit is its location doors down from the Full Hearts Arcade. So embrace your inner kid and drop by to try your hand at the Jaws pinball machine or win a stuffie from the claw machine. 330 Main Street, Suite 101. Open Thursday to Sunday.

gelataio

San Carlos

Always, always get the chocolate drizzle. A wafer cookie takes a quick plunge under a stream of molten Belgian chocolate (milk or dark, your choice) and is twirled atop your frozen treat, leaving a lacy, crunchy flourish. You won’t find suspiciously green pistachio or day-glo strawberry here. Everything at Gelataio is made from scratch with no preservatives or food coloring, just organic, seasonal ingredients, fresh milk and cream. Don’t miss the mouth-watering, dairy-free sorbetto in flavors like fig, mango, raspberry and peach. 664 Laurel Street, Suite B. Open daily.

caffe stellato

Palo Alto

You’ll find a ton of choices tucked into this tiny shop located just off University Avenue. With a rainbow row of 40 flavors, there’s something for everyone at Caffe Stellato. Those seeking a little decadence will want to try the bourbon butter pecan or Kahlua dutch almond, while those who prefer fruitier flavors can make refreshing choices like strawberry honey lavender, mango and Meyer lemon. At your back, the wall is stocked floor-to-ceiling with nostalgic treats. So throw in a box of Pocky or some Trolli Peachie Os with your order. You know you want to. 435 Emerson Street. Open daily.

Cheese Whiz

It’s hard to believe, but Georgette Nelson didn’t come from a foodie family. The former chef and Redwood City resident runs Kitchen Table Travel, and even if you haven’t been on one of her food tours in Italy, you might have spotted Georgette and her distinctive set of wheels. Her tiny Piaggio Ape truck, known as Large Marge, displays Georgette’s carefully selected array of unusual cheeses, charcuterie and other gourmet treats, at both private and public events.

Georgette grew up in San Bruno with a father in the military and a mother who worked swing shifts as a nurse. Cooking was not a priority in their house. “If you have three kids and you’ve worked all day, you don’t want to deal with making dinner,” she says of her mom. Dad liked to cook but his repertoire consisted of “super unhealthy things” he’d learned in the Navy. “It was all very, very basic,” Georgette recalls. “I had never really tasted fresh food.”

That changed when Georgette took a solo trip to Italy in her early 20s and experienced a culinary awakening. “I think I ordered a steak with peppercorns on it. It’s so silly and so simple, but my palate had never had anything like that,” she says. Georgette marveled at how even the humblest of fare is treated with respect. “I stayed at a hotel and they brought coffee—a pot of espresso and the other pot was half cream and half sweetened condensed milk, steamed together. Who knew there could be such joy in having coffee in the morning?” she laughs.

Georgette’s dream of becoming a cook took root in Los Angeles, where she was an assistant to the editorial director of Out and Advocate magazines. “I worked with so many amazing people who were just driven by passion and love,” she says. “So I decided to go to culinary school and pursue a passion of my own.” Georgette worked at restaurants and hotels in LA, then came back to the Bay Area and got a chef job at Google. “Chef life is difficult,” she admits. “Even with the nice hours at Google.” Now that she works as a buyer for a produce company who specializes in cheeses, her workday starts early in the morning (“fishmonger hours”) and ends at 2PM.

That leaves Georgette’s afternoons free to walk her dog and pursue her current passion project: Kitchen Table Travel. “I arrange food trips and culinary tours for myself. And a good friend said, ‘Why don’t you do it as a business?’” Georgette recounts. Mindful of Italy’s overtourism woes, she schedules small-group trips in the off-season, leveraging her culinary connections. “Anyone can pretty much arrange a food tour in the city,” she says. “So we like to go to the countryside to meet the people who do things the traditional way, and put money in their hands so we can help keep those traditions alive.”

Why Italy? Well, why not? “It is the greatest place to eat,” Georgette says. “Everything there food-wise is treated with respect about where it comes from, about its history. The food tells a story about the people, a place, a time—even the economic circumstances behind how food is made there.”

It was on a tour of the Sicilian city of Catania when Georgette’s sister-in-law and business partner Cat Nelson got the idea for Kitchen Table Travel’s eye-catching cheese-mobile. People were selling produce out of Apes, the workhorse cousin to Italy’s famous Vespa scooters. “I’m an introvert, but I also really love talking to people about food,” Georgette says. “The idea of getting out in the community and having my own little chunk of something was so enticing … I decided to go for it.”

Georgette began building a following selling hard-to-find cheeses and artisan foods out of Large Marge on weekends. “We stick close to the area. She goes 25 miles an hour. I think she would tip over if she went faster,” she says. “I’ve been creating my own little community of other business owners and friends, people who are crazy about food, people who show up for cheese.”

Find Georgette and Large Marge at La Honda Winery on Saturday, July 19, 2025 from noon to 4PM, for the Open Day Wine Tasting, where she’ll be selling cheese and charcuterie boxes. You can also find Large Marge at the monthly Friends with Denim “pre-loved fashion” pop-ups.

The selection is constantly changing. “We try to focus on cheese that you don’t normally find in a grocery store, but nothing too esoteric,” says Georgette, who bubbles with enthusiasm when she talks about food. “People are very afraid of cheese and cheese should not be scary at all,” she says. “We are there to talk about cheese in a fun, approachable way … Come and ask any kind of question, and taste it!”

Make It

This after-dinner cheese course is sure to impress. Georgette garnishes it with a sprinkle of rosemary almonds and a dollop of Nancy Cantisano’s plum-almond jam.

TRIPLE-CREAM CHEESECAKE

Toffee Graham Crust 
1½ cups fine graham cracker crumbs
¹/³ cup cane sugar
6 tablespoons melted butter
½ teaspoon cinnamon

Heat oven to 375 F. Mix together all ingredients and pat into the bottom of a 9-inch springform pan. 
Bake for 7 minutes. Let cool completely before adding filling.

Filling 
32 ounces triple-cream cheese, such as Brillat-Savarin, 
Delice Bourgogne or Delice Cremeux, with the rind removed
1 cup cane sugar
²/³ cup sour cream
1½ teaspoons vanilla extract
1/8 teaspoon salt
4 large eggs, lightly beaten 
Plum-almond jam and toasted rosemary almonds 
(optional: Find jam at Kitchen Table Travel)

Heat oven to 325 F. In a mixer, lightly beat the cheese until smooth. Add the sugar and mix until smooth. Add the sour cream, vanilla and salt, scraping the sides of the bowl, until well-combined. Gradually add the lightly beaten eggs (a fourth at a time), mixing on low speed until just incorporated.

Pour batter into the cooled crust and place the springform pan on a cookie sheet.

Bake for 45-60 minutes. Remove from the oven when the edges are browned and the middle is still jiggly. Let it cool to room temperature before refrigerating.

Note: Make toasted rosemary almonds by gently heating raw sliced almonds in a pan with a sprig of rosemary, a dash of black pepper and a splash of olive oil. Keep the almonds moving constantly until desired color is reached.

say cheese – kitchentabletravelco.com

Once Upon A Design

Words by Loureen Murphy

Once upon a San Carlos corner stood an iconic storybook Tudor. A walk down the garden path to the house’s quaint front door suggested fairy tale perfection. But once inside, its new homeowners found a layout lost in the woods. So they summoned help from Bynn Esmond Designs.

Despite her power to envision 3D changes in a flash, Bynn listened to their sad tale. A year spent among quirky angles and low ceilings. Sliding doors only Snow White’s little friends could fit through. Window panes that wobbled in their frames. And the Big Bad Wolf—a brick column smack in the middle of the kitchen, useful only for playing hide-and-seek.

After Bynn asked them their wishes, she and her clients agreed on what to keep: the whimsical hexagonal dormers, two cathedral ceilings and the graceful interior arches. After many idea exchanges, “Just give us a home we can be proud of,” the owners concluded. So Bynn conjured a vision for transformation into a beautiful, livable space. Her magic touch brought the classic home into the 21st century without banishing its original charm.

There was one big wish. “They really wanted the living room to be an adult space,” Bynn says. Two walls and a fireplace clad in gray stone darkened the area and rendered it too casual for her entertainment-minded clients. Bynn redesigned the wood-burning fireplace and its toe-stubbing hearth.

Replacing the heavy black tile with red brick, she raised the hearth to a safe, visible height. The fireplace opening, now trimmed with red brick, strikes a perfect contrast with the room’s fresh, neutral background. The hearth also visually links the interior to the brick garden wall beyond the new trio of tall arched windows, which draw in more light than their former counterparts.

For greater indoor-outdoor flow, Bynn took out corner built-ins, allowing wider glass doors to access the garden. Increasing the room’s functionality, Bynn created a custom shelving unit for media and decor. The diamond lattice on its lower tier pays homage to that classic Tudor design element. In all, her work restored a cohesive, calm and natural look to the room.
In the nearby den, a comfy camel-colored leather sofa invites the kids to settle in for TV and play time. The airy white cathedral ceiling balances the moody blue walls. That hue complements the deep undertones in the dining room on the other side of the rooms’ shared fireplace.

The enticing dining room features a custom fireplace surround and new wainscoting. A subtle shimmer in the grasscloth wall coverings elevates the ambience. “It has blues and greens woven into it, which creates dimensionality,” says Bynn. She adds that guests dine beneath a light fixture with handblown organic glass shades whose swirls evoke the movement of clouds.

Adjacent to the dining room, the kitchen and breakfast nook presented the most challenges. The low-ceilinged areas and the tall client didn’t mix. In several spots, the ceiling came down at odd angles. And that two-foot-wide brick column stood as a visual, logistical obstruction. Raising ceilings meant adjusting some mismatched roof lines. Eliminating the load-bearing column called for structural changes.

Bynn’s design included squaring off the end of the house, which allowed for an enclosed walk-in pantry. With a full refresh from flooring to fixtures, the entire kitchen bears a quiet Old World character while keeping a firm grip on modern practicality. The nostalgic custom French range with polished brass hardware sits amid dark cabinetry with green undertones, topped with white quartz counters. The opposite wall and three-seat island feature white oak cabinetry with marbled gray porcelain slab counters. Blending right in, a beverage bar with cooler nestles by the pantry.

As the family hub and new favorite space, “The kitchen far exceeded what they thought was possible,” Bynn says.

“I design each room holistically,” taking into account lifestyle, function and appearance, the San Carlos designer explains. Bynn says this project exemplifies the Peninsula’s design climate, the midpoint between San Francisco and Silicon Valley sophistication, with its own sense of laid-back luxury and a strong indoor-outdoor connection.

Today, when guests walk the idyllic path and enter the home, a frosted light fixture evoking a budded branch greets them, a visual tie to the garden that hints of the natural harmony within. “I’m privileged to be working with these homeowners, who trusted me so much to bring this to life for them,” says Bynn.

As Hans Christian Anderson observed, “Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.”

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Water Wings

Words by Johanna Harlow

Maybe you’ve been out enjoying a day by the Bay and stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of someone on a board that’s seemingly levitating above the water. This magic carpet ride is possible thanks to a hydrofoil, a slender mast below the board which extends to an underwater wing that creates lift. First used on boats at the tail end of the 1800s, the advent of hydrofoils in board sports is relatively new and was popularized by big-wave surfer Kai Lenny in 2016. Since then, “foiling” has taken the water sport world by storm.

Any water sport using a board can incorporate foiling, says David Wells, owner of Redwood Water Sports. That includes wing foiling (which involves a small handheld sail), kite foiling (with a parachute-shaped kite), SUP foiling (on a stand-up paddleboard) and eFoiling (powered by an electric motor). His favorite is wing foiling, although David doesn’t recommend it for beginners. “You’ve got too much going on,” he explains. “Start with an eFoil. Isolate a variable, then move to the next step.”

Cover Photo: Courtesy of Simone Staff – F4 Foils / Photo: Courtesy of F4 Foils

Not just flashy, this groundbreaking equipment promises a smoother, faster ride. “It’s much softer on the body because you’re flying above the water, not slapping on it,” David notes. “Your knees, your back, your everything—there’s so much less duress on your system.” It’s also breaking records left and right. Take the St. Francis Yacht Club’s SF Classic, a race that welcomes kiteboarding, wingfoiling and windsurfing. “In years prior to foiling, the windsurfers and kiteboarders would take about 90 minutes to complete the course,” says David, himself a fierce competitor in the event. “When the hydrofoil kites entered the mix, Nico Parlier did the course in just over 38 minutes!”

David’s shop, with windows overlooking the pristine Port of Redwood City, has been an invaluable resource to the water sports community. But he’s had to fight to keep it alive. “Retail is under siege by Amazon,” David notes, not to mention the endless other activities that compete for people’s time and attention. “But there is a secret sauce: It’s called community.”
That means water sports stores help each other out, David says. “Don’t schedule on top of me. I’ll promote your activity. You promote my activity. It’s you and me against the bike store!” He also offers plenty of chances for people to venture out on the water. “Moonlight paddles, races, swap meets,” David lists. “Services, services, services, lessons, rentals, storage—it’s gotta be a multi-legged stool to make the business work.”

Photo: Courtesy of F4 Foils

“The foiling community here in the Bay is dedicated and passionate,” says Chris Radkowski, co-founder of F4 Foils, a designer and manufacturer of top-tier watersport gear based in Woodside. His location on the Peninsula is no coincidence. “We have world-class conditions from April through October!”

Not only is Chris the lead designer for F4 Foils, but he also tests the gear. “It’s rare that you get the person who’s doing the technical design also riding the equipment,” says Chris, who competed in windsurfing at the 1988 Olympic Trials. “We’re experimenting with narrower, longer boards,” he says, because they require less energy for lift-off.

Another critical design choice is F4 Foils’ focus on carbon fiber rather than fiberglass or aluminum. The lighter material is stiffer, making it more responsive to the rider. “You can mold carbon fiber into all kinds of shapes,” Chris adds. “That is the magic stuff.” David, who sells F4 Foils gear at his shop, wholeheartedly agrees. Once you give carbon fiber gear a try, he says, you realize that anything else feels like “running in hiking boots.”

Ready to test-drive an eFoil? “Rank beginners sometimes do better than rad dude surfers,” David notes. For surfing, you need to lean back, but you lean forward while foiling. This means surfers have to unlearn their instinctive stance. “I’ve seen a 70-year-old who had never done any of this stuff get it in 30 minutes,” David says.

Photo: Courtesy of Bryan McDonald

“Nobody ever forgets their first time foiling,” Chris says. “Imagine the best powder skiing in the best conditions where you’re floating down the slopes. The hydrofoil kind of feels like that.” What’s more, “You can feel the energy from the waves propelling you along … It’s total addiction.”

That pull to the water is something David feels, too. “There’s something innate in our physical and mental being that draws us all there,” he says. “We’re born in it. About 350,000 years ago, we crawled out of it … We are 80% water!” David adds, “It’s my gym. It’s my mental health.”
One last thing before you wade in: “The most important piece of advice is to celebrate the small victories,” David says. “If you just get it up, that’s a step. If you flew a hundred feet straight, that’s a journey.”

WINGING IT
Hydrofoil, like any water sport, is more favorable in certain conditions. “My whole water sports philosophy is based on a Swiss Army Knife. What does the day present to you? Then use the right blade for the job,” explains David. “Windsurfing likes high winds and big choppy waters. Foiling likes medium winds and flat waters. Kite boarding can do either [condition], but it’s incredibly dangerous.”

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Sushi Love

Words by Elaine Wu

The Peninsula certainly has no shortage of sushi restaurants. But head chef and co-owner of Sushi Ai in Redwood City, Yong (Brandon) Wu, says he offers an experience like no other in this part of the Bay Area. “Here, we focus on dry-aging,” he explains. “We’re conditioning the fish so the moisture content on the exterior of the fish dries out and the enzymes and connective tissues break down. That’s when the true flavor of the fish comes through.”

While attending college in San Francisco, Brandon started working as a server at his friend’s sushi restaurant. When there was a lull during service, he would watch the sushi chefs working. “It’s amazing how a block of fish could be turned into a piece of art,” he recalls. “To me, Japanese food is an art, especially in an omakase setting.”

In Japanese, the word “omakase” means to trust all the details to the chef. It usually involves a more intimate and interactive dining experience that highlights the skill and artistry of the sushi chef. Multiple curated courses of various nigiri (a slice of raw fish placed atop a dollop of sushi rice) are served based on seasonality, freshness and the whims of the chef.

“Opening an omakase restaurant was a personal goal of mine,” says Brandon. “I love serving people one course at a time and seeing their reaction. Nothing is rushed. Guests take their time, chat a little and enjoy their food. It’s a different setup than the usual casual Japanese restaurant. I love it so much.”

After training for three years with Michelin-starred sushi chef Mitsunori Kutsakabe while working at his namesake restaurant, Brandon eventually made his way to another eatery in San Francisco that dry-aged some of its fish. “Dry-aging beef became so popular a while back and I would always question why no one was doing that to fish,” recalls Brandon. “I found it fascinating how food could be changed through science.”

These days at Sushi Ai, a large standalone machine that uses UV light, salt blocks and a constant flow of circulating air is what Brandon uses to dry-age most of the fish the restaurant serves. But not everything gets this treatment. “If dry-aging doesn’t add anything to the fish, then I will serve it fresh and traditionally,” he says. “Shellfish, for example, doesn’t need it.”

The process transforms the fish in some unexpected ways. “For example, if you dry-age saba (mackerel), it actually makes the flavor milder and butterier,” he explains. “The true umami of the fish comes through. It also makes the flesh more tender. And if you dry-age some types of fish with the skin on for two to three days, the skin gets very crispy. That’s a nice bonus.”

Though his techniques might seem a bit avant-garde for sushi purists, Brandon insists his intention is to honor the history and craft of sushi. “We love to mix things up and use modern refrigeration and dry-aging methods,” he says. “But at the same time, we still want to incorporate tradition and respect for Japanese food in everything we serve.”

The menu changes frequently, but signature items like the braised ankimo (monkfish liver), soy sauce-cured fatty tuna, and mandarin orange snapper make frequent appearances. At $175 per person for a total of 18 courses (10 pieces of nigiri served individually, several small plates, soup and a dessert), Brandon wants his guests to leave satisfied and delighted after having experienced something new and surprising.

Despite all the nearby competition, he’s not worried about solidifying Sushi Ai’s place in the community. “Even if I didn’t do dry-aging, the flavor of every restaurant is different,” Brandon says confidently. “We could all serve the same piece of salmon from the same fish vendor, but the end result—because of our different methods, techniques and ideas—would all taste totally different.”

The word “ai” means “love” in Japanese, and it’s at the center of everything Brandon does at Sushi Ai. “I love what I do and that’s the meaning behind our name,” he explains. “Do what you love and love what you do.”

This traditional Japanese steamed egg custard recipe serves one but can easily be doubled or multiplied for additional servings.

CHAWANMUSHI

Ingredients
1 egg
½ cup dashi (see note)
2 teaspoons mirin (see note)
2 teaspoons soy sauce

Whisk together all the ingredients and then pour mixture through a fine-mesh strainer. If you skip straining it, you won’t achieve the smooth and fluffy texture.

Pour the mixture into a ramekin and place it in a steamer or a large pot with an inch or two of boiling water. Cover and steam for nine minutes.

Carefully remove from the heat and serve.

Note: Dashi is a fish stock made from bonito flakes and kombu (dried sea kelp). Find powdered dashi and mirin (sweetened sake) at Japanese specialty markets and many large supermarkets.

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Peak Professional

Words by Kate Daly

How does Heidi Richards of Portola Valley describe some of her experiences as a professional mountain guide who has reached the summit of the seven highest mountains on all seven continents? “A suffer-fest.”
Fortunately, Heidi is the kind of person who enjoys challenges. “The physical demand, and the simplicity of it all, is incredible,” she explains. Heidi attributes her endurance in such a challenging field—she led climbs for more than a dozen years—to being “very clever and very resourceful” and staying in great shape.

As she approaches 60, Heidi’s no longer a guide but she exercises every day, hiking up and down Windy Hill Open Space Preserve and on trails in Palo Alto’s Foothills Nature Preserve with friends. You can find her surfing with her family in Santa Cruz and skiing in winter. Heidi says the “high of exercise” is something she thrives on. “I feel really lucky it makes me feel good,” she says.

Of course, a mountain guide’s challenges are far from just physical. “Climbing mountains is a great opportunity to develop your mind … There’s a lot of time for reflection.” Case in point: the time Heidi spent 11 days in a tent waiting out a storm at 14,000 feet on Denali, also known as Mount McKinley, in Alaska.

Photo by Annie Barnett 

“You can’t get out of your tent without your skin completely covered, and those are tough times because you have to keep physically active.” If you don’t, you won’t be prepared to make it to the top at 20,310 feet, Heidi says.
It pays to expect the unexpected on Denali. On one expedition, Heidi says it took 28 days to climb, due to bad weather delaying the summit until day 26. Winds could be howling at 30 mph with wind chill making the temperature drop to 10 degrees below zero.

Guides typically carry 30 to 40 pounds of supplies—from long underwear and insulating layers for rain, snow, extreme heat and sun, to rescue gear, first aid kits, freeze-dried food and white-gas fueled stoves to melt snow. On Denali, mountain guides pull sleds to and from base camps, adding to the hardships.

Heidi says the key quality needed in an expedition leader is a “mental edge.” “Not only are you stronger than your clients, you’re a million times more efficient in everything that you do because you have so much experience,” she observes. One of her mountain-guide hacks? Heidi pre-stuffs her coat with snacks, so there’s no delay when she needs to eat and no disrobing needed to get to the food. “We don’t let ourselves get cold or too hot, but if we do, we can handle it because our tolerance is so high for physical discomfort,” she says of mountain guides.

Tap and Heidi raise their arms in triumph on the way down from the summit of Mount Everest. / Photo: Courtesy of Heidi Richards.

Heidi grew up in Tacoma, Washington, on a ranchette where hard physical work came with the territory. After high school she went to massage school and in 1994, when she was in her 20s, she switched to mountain guiding for Rainier Mountaineering Inc. There, she met her future husband, Tap Richards, and over the years, they often worked together. Heidi started guiding international trips in 1997.

In 2001, an American client hired a team that included Heidi and Tap with the goal of climbing the seven summits in five years. “He was a tough guy, mentally very tough; we had to climb year-round to keep his goal and stay in shape,” Heidi says. He made it to the top on six of the climbs, but on his last try at age 53, he did not complete the seventh summit in the Himalayas. Mount Everest, the highest mountain in the world at 29,032 feet, “just proved to be too much,” she says.

Heidi estimates the whole trip— including helicopters, Sherpas and yaks—cost about $400,000. Heidi recalls the group spent two and a half months on that expedition in 2006, starting with a two-week-long walk to Everest’s south-side base camp at 17,500 feet. The team worked its way up to Camp III and Camp IV, before attempting to summit via the South Col route.

Heidi and husband Tap celebrate back at base camp after reaching the summit of Mount Everest in 2006. / Photo: Courtesy of Heidi Richards.

The client made it as far as Camp III before having to turn around. Heidi, her husband Tap and two others made it all the way to the top. The couple spent about 15 minutes up there, took photos and used a satellite phone to share the news with their dads before making the difficult descent. A photo taken of the group at base camp the day after they summited captures “one of the happiest days of my life,” Heidi says. She was 39 and ran into a friend along the route who told her that after this Everest trip, she was going to start a family. Me too, Heidi replied.

In 2008, she and Tap welcomed their daughter on the same day that mountaineering legend Sir Edmund Hillary died. Back in 1953, the New Zealander and Sherpa Tenzing Norgay became the first confirmed climbers to reach the summit of Everest. Heidi and Tap considered the date to be a good omen.

Almost a decade earlier, the couple had a brush with another famous mountaineer on Everest. In 1999, they were involved in a research expedition to locate the body of English climber George Mallory. He and Sandy Irvine died on the mountain in 1924 while attempting to summit the north side, and it is still unknown whether the pair of Brits ever succeeded in making it to the top. The team found a frozen body and Tap spied the nametag on its shirt: G. Mallory. The group performed a burial ceremony on the spot and recovered some artifacts.

Since summiting Everest, Heidi has climbed Mount Rainier several more times, adding to her total of guiding more than 100 trips there. After leaving the professional mountain guide life behind, Heidi was a real estate agent in Seattle until the couple moved to the Peninsula 10 years ago. Currently, Heidi is a personal assistant for a local family and offers massage therapy for a small group of clients.

After all that time in the Pacific Northwest, Heidi and Tap are enjoying the Bay Area’s fair weather and love that so many of their friends and neighbors are outdoorsy and game to go camping. Their daughter is a rising high school senior who has done some climbing in Yosemite. “She does seem interested, and is a very strong athlete,” Heidi says. But it’s a bit too soon to tell if she will follow in her parents’ adventure-filled footsteps.

A Deep Dive Into Crystal Springs

Words by Johanna Harlow

At Crystal Springs Reservoir, the midday heat isn’t keeping anyone away. A flock of about a dozen pedestrians stroll along the Sawyer Camp Trail, followed by a pair of coworkers in business button-ups and an older couple with walking poles. Next, several joggers zip by, their sneakers drumming against the pavement.

“This trail almost didn’t exist,” says Ranger Katherine Wright, who’s happy to walk and talk about this local gem. The noonday sun glints off the gold badge pinned on her shirt and dazzles off the man-made lakes. “When they were going to create Highway 280, they had discussed building it closer to the reservoirs and basically eliminating this road. But a lot of people fought to keep it.”

Cover Photo: Courtesy of Bgwashburn / Photo: Courtesy of Neeta Lind

A fortuitous move. These days, the area sees over 325,000 visitors annually. Thanks to an easement with San Francisco Public Utilities Commission, which owns the watershed, San Mateo County Parks maintains the area and keeps it pristine. “It is the most popular trail in the county now,” says Katherine. Not only does the trail present stunning views of the reservoir that fills the rift valley formed by the San Andreas Fault, it also offers accessible paved paths. “It’s a great place to come out and recreate in whatever fashion you want to,” Katherine says. Even cyclists, skaters and equestrians are welcome.

Considering the numbers, you’ve probably visited the reservoir at one time or another. But how well do you know this local gem? It’s time to take a deep dive into all things Crystal Springs.

Photo: Courtesy of San Mateo County Parks

Down the Path of History

Though you’ll see cyclists and strollers on the reservoir’s trails today, take a moment to imagine stagecoaches rumbling and rattling along this road. During the Gold Rush, travelers used the route to get from Millbrae to Half Moon Bay (known back then as Spanish Town).

“There was a little inn to stop and stay,” shares Katherine. A man by the name of Leander Sawyer resided somewhere around the halfway point of the trail we’re currently treading. At Sawyer’s Camp (the trail’s namesake), Leander provided food and lodging for travelers, while also raising cattle and training circus horses.

Katherine heads the interpretive division of the San Mateo County Parks department in charge of education and community engagement. “Trying to connect people to parks as well as parks to people,” she summarizes with a smile. She adds that American settlers weren’t the first ones here. Before them, intrepid Spanish explorers traversed this region—Gaspar de Portolá camped here with his 1769 expedition, as did Juan Bautista de Anza several years later. Long before they arrived, the indigenous Ohlone hunted and gathered on this bountiful land.

Photo: Courtesy of Becky Matsubara

Flourishing Flora and Fauna

As we rest on a bench in the shade, a western fence lizard starts doing pushups, striving to impress us. “There are large sections that aren’t shaded, so it heats up really nicely, which the reptiles like,” says Katherine, noting it’s wise to keep an eye out for the occasional rattler or king snake.
A considerable number of critters call Crystal Springs Reservoir home, with nearly 50 species of mammals sighted here. Mule deer and brush rabbits nibble on its shrubs—also attracting the coyotes, gray foxes, bobcats and occasional mountain lion that consider them a tasty delicacy. Over 180 species of birds have also been identified around the area, including turkeys and towhees, sparrows and scrub jays, hawks and hummingbirds.

Excitingly, a pair of bald eagles have chosen to take up residence at the reservoir. “They found the first nesting pair in this county, here in this watershed,” says Katherine. “It was in 2012, for the first time in almost a hundred years. We see them every year, re-establishing their nest and having young.” It’s always a good sign when the wildlife chooses you.

Photo: Courtesy of Charlie Day

Most exceptional among the area’s flora is an ancient bay tree, which holds court above the buckeyes and blackwoods. Aged over 600 years, this natural wonder is the oldest of its species in the state. It’s called the Jepson Laurel, after dedicated botanist and pioneer explorer Willis Linn Jepson, who wrote 71 field journals with observations on local plants, geography and history.
All too soon, Katherine and I have returned to the trailhead. Somewhere a songbird warbles a farewell. “I grew up in San Mateo,” she tells me. “It’s nice being close to places like this that feel kind of wild—but then you go back home and you’re in a neighborhood!”

Reservoir Lore

It’s rumored that the reservoir is teeming with huge trout. These tales, however, are unconfirmed since you aren’t allowed to fish (or swim) in the reservoir, and officials will slap a large fine on anyone caught with fishing gear in their possession. Wistful anglers can only dream of the impressive beasts lurking in the reservoir’s depths.

Photo: Courtesy of Mark Doliner

Damming History

My Crystal Springs quest is not yet at an end. The reservoir has its own history to tell—apparently with its fair share of drama. To get to the bottom of it, I turn to podcaster Olivia Allen-Price, who has covered the topic in an episode of her KQED show Bay Curious.

It starts back when the promise of a gold grab exploded San Francisco’s population. Water became increasingly scarce, Olivia explains. “Spring Valley Water Company buys up a lot of the land south of San Francisco, and it’s this private company that’s providing water to San Francisco, at what a lot of people say were not very fair prices.” Their stranglehold on this essential commodity became a serious problem.

Photo: Courtesy of San Francisco History Center, San Francisco Public Library

Around the same time, a resort village with a dairy, farms and several hotels rose up in a luscious valley south of the city, according to Redwood City Pulse. They called it Crystal Springs. For a time, well-to-do San Franciscans planned their getaways here. But it was on leased land belonging to … Spring Valley Water Company. Looking to expand its watery empire, the company started planning a reservoir where the village stood. The hotels were demolished and by the late 1870s, the area had been completely abandoned. In 1888, the water company completed construction of the dam—at the time, the largest concrete structure in the world—and what was left of this ghost town was consigned to a watery grave.

Fast-forward to the catastrophic San Francisco 1906 earthquake and fire. It was estimated that the fires caused somewhere between 80% and 95% of the disaster’s destruction. “There was difficulty putting some of the fires out,” Olivia notes. “Sourcing water becomes a hot topic.” After a long battle, the city finally managed to buy out the water company in 1930, acquiring 62,500 acres of watershed land. Four years later, San Francisco began pumping in millions of gallons from Yosemite’s Hetch Hetchy reservoir.

Photo: Courtesy of Navaneth KN

Waters in the Wilderness

To celebrate this rich history, pay a visit to the Pulgas Water Temple, a grand structure with fluted Corinthian columns just down the road. Constructed to commemorate the completion of the Hetch Hetchy Aqueduct, it was erected right above the huge water pipe’s terminus. A plaque with a biblical inscription from Isaiah 43:20 reads: “I give waters in the wilderness and rivers in the desert, to give drink to my people.”

Peer down the grate-covered hole at the temple’s center and you’ll find a watery vault below. “ We talked to a lot of people who were around in probably the ‘60s and ‘70s,  and would go there as young people,” recalls Olivia. “Back in the day, apparently, there was no grate. So high schoolers would jump into the water temple. It was  like a water slide that would then spit you out into the reservoir—which sounds terrifying, but also pretty fun!”

We recommend you conclude your visit by raising your water bottle to those who found a way to bring a steady stream of water to our homes on the Bay, then taking a long, refreshing swig.

California Seaming

Words by Sheryl Nonnenberg

The banner on Whitney Alyssa’s website reads “inspiration, creation and interpretation” and the impact of all three is evident in her mixed-media landscapes. She has created her own technique of collage, inspired by her life in California and with an interpretation that only an artist could produce. But being comfortable with calling herself an artist took some time.

Sitting in her light-filled home studio, with examples of her art on walls and tables as she prepares for an upcoming gallery show, it might be hard to understand her reluctance. “I always held the word ‘artist’ in high regard,” Whitney explains. As a child, she was encouraged to be creative in any way she wanted but gravitated toward working with fabric. She and her mother would browse through vintage clothing stores in her native Georgia, looking for dresses to take apart and refashion. “I viewed myself as a maker, or crafter or designer,” she says, describing those teenaged efforts.

 

Photo: Courtesy of Whitney Alyssa / Cover Photo: Courtesy of: Rosa Delgado

In high school, she wore her unique designs while taking a lot of photography classes. She loved the medium and prepared to major in photography and fashion design at the prestigious Savannah College of Art and Design. Like most colleges, SCAD required that students take a wide range of classes during freshman year before declaring a major. Although Whitney loved working with film and printing in the darkroom, the shift to digital photography had begun and it wasn’t something she wanted to pursue. She decided to focus solely on fashion design, which proved to be a fortuitous move.

For her senior collection project, Whitney designed six evening and bridal dresses for the annual fashion show and five were chosen to go down the runway (she wore the sixth herself). Vogue magazine editor Andre Leon Talley was in the audience and noticed her work. In a Cinderella-like moment, Whitney found herself meeting the fashion icon and being invited to New York. Once there, Talley arranged for tours of major fashion houses, including the atelier of Anna Maier, a wedding dress designer. Whitney was interviewed and hired on the spot.

Photo: Courtesy of Adam Kuehl

That lucky break kicked off Whitney’s career in the wedding dress industry. As can be imagined, moving to such a big city was exciting but also scary. “I knew not a soul and it was terrifying. I was all alone,” she recalls. Whitney persevered because she knew it was a fantastic learning experience, noting that, “I was able to be involved in every aspect of wedding dress design.”

After getting married in 2010, her life became peripatetic, with moves from New York to California, North Carolina to Pennsylvania. A final move brought them back to the Bay Area where they bought a home in Redwood City and settled with their two daughters. Whitney’s work in the wedding dress industry had disappeared due to Covid, and she began to think of other ways to use her creative skills.

“I always had a vision of having a gallery in my home,” Whitney explains. To fill those empty walls, she began to make art using paper that drew on her skills as a seamstress. She starts with a foundation of hand-colored paper (or unstretched canvas) and then layers other cut papers on top. Whitney uses paper clips to keep the layers together and to move them around as she wants before taking the final step of joining them via the sewing machine.

 

Photo: Courtesy of Whitney Alyssa

“I think of the sewing machine stitch lines like painting—where do I want the eye to be drawn? Where do they criss-cross?” The result is a combination of collage and quilting—but don’t refer to it as decoration. “I would never categorize my art as decorative,” Whitney says, “and I try to stay in the fine art category. I hope that my aesthetics, my eye and my finish are very refined.”

Her colorful, multi-layered landscapes capture the beauty of the California coast and mountains. “Living here has inspired me,” she says. “We can go to the beach, the wineries or the mountains in less than two hours. It’s pretty special and something I never take for granted.”

Like many pandemic-era artists, Whitney turned to Instagram to get the word out about her new business. The positive feedback was immediate, but she decided to carry on only after asking herself, “Can I see it growing, evolving?” Thanks to her photography background, Whitney was able to create her own content but was wary of online retail. “I didn’t want to get sucked into the world of social media and always wanting to be seen.”

Photo: Courtesy of Rosa Delgado

It’s obvious that Whitney has managed to strike that healthy balance of exposure while retaining her privacy and independence. Thanks to online sales and participation in local art festivals (she is a regular at Filoli, the Palo Alto Festival of the Arts and the San Carlos Art and Wine Festival), her work is getting out there. Whitney also takes on commissions, working closely with collectors to create the perfect piece for a personal space. “I was looking for serenity and a sense of calm in my own home. That is what I hope my work evokes for the viewer.”

Whitney’s work can be seen this summer in a solo show at M Stark Gallery in Half Moon Bay through August 17. The show, “California Dreamscape,” will feature her mixed-media landscapes inspired by places across the state: Carmel, Santa Barbara and San Diego. Whitney explains that she approaches her subject matter not in a literal way, but via her own personal interpretation that is both “organic and abstract.”

Whitney has come a long way from the teenager in Georgia who crafted her own prom dresses and thought that being an “artist” was a lofty and unattainable goal. Now, “I am striving to be a fine artist,” she says. And she is quick to recognize how fortuitous it was that life brought her to California, a place that continues to awe and inspire her, both personally and professionally. “How lucky am I that I get to do something I love so much?”

sew scenic – artbywhitneyalyssa.com

Wine Country Wildlife

Words by Johanna Harlow

Going on safari doesn’t require a trip to Africa—it doesn’t even require a plane ticket. With just a two-hour drive north, you can commune with giraffes, zebras and cheetahs on a wildlife preserve in Santa Rosa.
Safari West, dubbed “the Serengeti of Sonoma,” is home to nearly 1,000 animals—from kookaburras to kudus, bongos to buffalo. Rather than encounter these majestic creatures behind bars, guests jump in jeeps with a guide to meet them on their own turf. After a ride through the rolling hills and oak-studded woodlands of this 400-acre property, explorers have the option to extend the adventure with an overnight stay.

Ready for a walk on the wild side? Pull on your pith helmets (or your baseball caps) and away we go!

Photo: Courtesy of Ray Mabry / Cover Photo: Courtesy of Cheryl Crowley

A Wild History

After watching films like George of the Jungle and Jumanji, who doesn’t hunger for a wilderness adventure? As it happens, the magical world of movie-making influenced Safari West’s origin story.

Enter the preserve’s co-founder Peter Lang. As the son of a Hollywood director, Peter grew up on television sets for shows like Daktari and Sea Hunt, where he encountered wild cats, chimpanzees and other exotic animals. At 13, Peter raised lion cubs on behalf of a film company—and
occasionally hopped on a bus with one of his young charges
for a trip to the beach.

Photo: Courtesy of Sarah-Jane Tarr

After heading “the last working cattle ranch in Beverly Hills,” Peter imported a few African eland (an ox-sized member of the antelope family) to nibble down the surrounding shrubs. He later added white-striped kudu and hulking-horned Watusi cattle to his herd. After selling his ranch to the National Park Service, Peter purchased a large property in Santa Rosa and brought his herd north. There, he collaborated with zoos and wildlife preserves to create a conservation breeding facility, often for endangered species. Soon, Peter grew captivated by an avian biologist who later became his wife: Dr. Nancy Lang.

Together, these birds of a feather decided to open their Santa Rosa facility to the public. Peter contributed his entrepreneurial spirit and flair for the artistic, while Nancy applied her background as the lead curator at the San Francisco Zoo to fortify Safari West’s wildlife education and conservation focus. Their safari sanctuary has been thriving ever since.

Photo: Courtesy of John Burgess

Jump in the Jeep

When I arrive at the reserve, I’m linked with a khaki-clad guide named Jeff DaSilva for a three-hour tour. Jeff wears a feather in his hat and boasts the kind of impressive tan earned from a life spent in the sun. He offers me a hand as I scramble aboard a hulking double-decker safari jeep, then swings nimbly into the driver’s seat.

As we pull onto the dirt road, we pass a trio of warthogs (one answering to the name Pig Newton). It takes all my self-control not to burst into a song from The Lion King—and the urge only intensifies as we pull into the giraffe habitat. Getting so close to these sky-high creatures is surreal. “Giraffes are kind of a weird animal,” Jeff says. “But I think that’s why we all like them.” As if to prove his point, a towering mammal two yards away assumes a wide-legged, tripod-like stance and strains her long neck to reach the sweet, green grass far below. Next, she raises her head to the nearby tree and, snaking out a long purple tongue, wraps it around some leaves before pulling them back to her mouth. “Their tongues are 15 to 18 inches long,” Jeff notes. “A good rule of thumb is that for every foot tall a giraffe is, it has an inch longer tongue.” Apparently, a few lucky guests have received kisses from these gentle giants.

Photo: Courtesy of Ray Mabry

As we drive deeper into the property and up into the winding wooded hillsides, we rumble along a rugged road that has me channeling my inner Indiana Jones. Fortunately, the jeep handles well on this bumpy terrain and we pull into a clearing to watch a small herd. The zebras among them are easily recognizable. “People sometimes think of the zebra as a horse,” Jeff says, but there’s another species they’re more closely related to. “That’s a stripey African donkey.” He identifies the other species as the common eland. “The males can get up to 2,000 pounds when they’re full-grown.”
Off we go again, meeting wildebeests and cape buffalo along the way. Nearly back at the campground, an ostrich runs up and keeps pace with the jeep. Getting approached by this six-foot-tall creature with its snakelike neck and sizable beak is intimidating, but the prehistoric-looking bird seems as curious about us as we are of him, and we leave on good terms.

As we disembark, I recognize the truth of a statement on the reserve’s website: “With no script and no predictable paths, every safari is a unique experience, guided by the natural rhythms of the animals themselves.”
But our adventures aren’t yet at an end. Next, Jeff takes us on a walking tour of the enclosures that house the reserve’s cheetahs, hyenas and lemurs, as well as the walk-through aviary. Brilliant scarlet ibises parade past, as do African spoonbills with their utensil-shaped beaks. Jeff points out a hamerkop. Apparently, this bird is a compulsive nest builder, constructing multiple abodes before choosing the ideal place to start a family. “The male can’t sing, he can’t dance, so he builds her a few homes,” he jokes.

Photo: Courtesy of Ray Mabry

Sweet Safari Dreams

After our tour, we get settled in our room. Safari West offers the full glamping experience with 30 luxury cabin tents imported from Botswana. Elevated on raised hardwood platforms, each “room” includes electricity, a heater, tribal decorations and a bathroom complete with a shower. The furniture was built by Peter himself. As I unpack, I fold down flaps in the canvas walls for views of bamboo and the nearby giraffe habitat.

Dinner is a no-frills affair, but the 12-hour brisket, mac and cheese, smoked chicken and saffron rice is the kind of hearty meal that hits the spot after a long day. Meat is roasted over a wood-fired grill in the spirit of a South African-style braai cookout.

I buy a bottle of wine from the gift shop and take it back to my tent to enjoy a glass on the deck under the starry night sky. It’s a wonderfully wild way to spend the weekend.

WILD NIGHTLIFE - The flamingos have a lot to say… all night long. Request a complimentary pair of ear plugs from the check-in desk or bring your own to ensure a sound night’s sleep.

adventure land – safariwest.com

Beachfront Bliss

Words by Sheri Baer

As the famed Danish author Isak Dinesen once penned, “The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.” How right Dinesen was … ocean sounds and fresh sea air can lift your mood and promote quality sleep. Indeed, what’s more inherently soothing than being near the ocean—the rhythmic ebb and flow of waves, a salty breeze and an expansive horizon stretching to infinity?

If you’re looking to spend time with Mother Nature’s therapist, Monterey now touts two newly remodeled oceanfront hotels: Monterey Beach Hotel and The Sanctuary Beach Resort. Both provide crashing surf just steps from your door with their own signature takes on relaxation, wellness and coastal escape.

Cover Photo Courtesy of: The Sanctuary Beach Resort / Photo Courtesy of: Ron Starr

Monterey Beach Hotel: Coastal Energy

Originally built during 1967’s “Summer of Love,” Monterey Beach Hotel resides 60 feet from the water’s edge and just minutes from downtown Monterey. While its location always commanded a seabird’s view of the ocean, a dramatic renovation revitalized the hotel’s mid-century architecture, blending it seamlessly with a fresh and contemporary coastal design.

Fronting Monterey State Beach and nestled directly over a private stretch of shoreline, the property features 188 guestrooms and four suites. Color palettes—sandy tones, cool blues and warm wood accents—mirror the natural elements outside. Although some rooms have garden views, the majority face the ocean. Book surfside if you can and gaze away, taking advantage of a cozy sitting area and handy binoculars.

This is a property that soundly celebrates passion for the sea. Everywhere you look, you’ll find dedicated spaces for paying communal homage. Step into the Lobby Lounge, and you’re greeted by expansive floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the ever-shifting show. Against a natural symphony of pounding waves, one moment the beach is veiled in mist as fog rolls in; the next reveals golden sunlight and endless blue sky.

Whether it’s for morning coffee or sunset happy hour, grab a table, settle into a comfy chair or hunker down by the fireplace. Think of the lounge like your living room, if it had breathtaking views, a tasty menu and a self-serve tap wall carrying a diverse selection of Central Coast wines.

Photo Courtesy of: Ron Starr

On the top floor, the hotel’s signature restaurant, The Lantern Room, also greets guests with panoramic ocean vistas. Nautical touches set the scene for local catch and land-to-table offerings. Standouts include plump salt spring mussels in a lobster coconut Thai curry (with grilled bread from Ad Astra for sopping up the broth), Monterey Bay miso black cod and pea shoot mafaldine pasta. Or embrace the elements with outside lounge seating at Tidewater, where firepits and warm blankets await, along with handcrafted cocktails and a curated menu of hyper-local fare.

Notably dog-friendly, Monterey Beach Hotel gives off active and energizing vibes. With the beach right there, what’s your excuse? Even the seabirds seem to squawk, “Come take a walk!” Other amenities include a spacious fitness center, pool deck and newly-opened Scandinavian-inspired barrel sauna and ice baths. Another big draw: the hotel’s complimentary Zybra e-bike rentals and jump-right-on access to the Monterey Bay Coastal Recreational Trail that stretches from Castroville to Pacific Grove. Venture south five miles and you’ll pedal past barking harbor seals at Fisherman’s Shoreline Park, scenic Cannery Row and the iconic Monterey Bay Aquarium before reaching the grassy park and beach at Lovers Point.

Photo Courtesy of: The Sanctuary Beach Resort

The Sanctuary Beach Resort: Oceanfront Oasis

Woven into 19 acres of shoreline and protected oceanfront dunes, Marina’s The Sanctuary Beach Resort delivers on the promise of its name. The ethos here is seclusion and tranquility, and the instinct is to burrow in, even though it’s an easy hop to the buzzy hubbub of downtown Monterey.

Fully reimagined and reopened in June 2024, the property presents an inviting haven of beachfront bungalows with 60 rooms and suites. Settle in, and let the earthy, serene decor wash over you. Cozy up by a fireplace, relax on the terrace, soak in the views: breathe, unwind, restore.

Configured as a wellness retreat, The Sanctuary Beach Resort lets you choose your own path to replenishment. Perhaps it’s a studio or beach bluff session run by Monterey Bay Moves: morning yoga flow, core training or a sound bath meditation. Sign up for a guided nature walk, hop on a complimentary beach cruiser bike or take a dip in the outdoor heated pool.

Photo Courtesy of: The Sanctuary Beach Resort

Bury your toes in the sand or swing by the “beach stick library” and play fetch with your dog. Sanctuary’s Renewal Studio & Spa offers seaside-inspired massages and facial treatments with enhancements like infrared therapy, healing hot stones and seaweed mask exfoliation.

There’s nourishment for the soul—and then there’s the belly. On-site restaurant Salt Wood Kitchen & Oysterette serves up traditional, lounge and al fresco dining including a “paw-tio menu.” With striking aesthetics anchored by a central live-fire kitchen and oyster bar, Salt Wood specialties include ultra-fresh oysters, whole wood-grilled catch-of-the-day and Pacific spiny lobster pasta. Salt Wood is open for brunch on the weekends. Weekdays, complement your view of sand dunes and surf with breakfast (hmmm … brioche French toast or an omelet?) delivered by picnic basket to your room.

Photo Courtesy of: The Sanctuary Beach Resort

Ocean Lullaby & Good Night

With a seaside escape, you can count on the ocean’s therapeutic presence to infuse every moment of your stay. Make time to fully indulge your senses. Under the night sky, linger by a beach bonfire or fire pit. Sync your breath to the rhythmic lapping of the waves, inhale the cleansing scent of saltwater and feel the gentle touch of ocean breezes. Let all that mind chatter be lulled away before drifting off to sleep.

coastal havens-  montereybeach.com / thesanctuarybeachresort.com

The Beat on Your Eats: All You Can Eat

All you can eat opportunities.

pizzeria delfina

Palo Alto

Live out your fantasies of feasting at an Italian farmhouse al fresco at one of Pizzeria Delfina’s monthly pig roasts this summer. Gather at one of the long communal tables lining the restaurant’s inviting patio, grab a plate and dig in. The centerpiece is a succulent whole roasted pig accompanied by bountiful seasonal salads and side dishes like crostini topped with spring pea puree and creamy stracciatella cheese, roasted leeks in a peppery vinaigrette and crispy fried artichokes alla guidia. As you eat to your heart’s content, salute the season with a glass of wine or bottomless cups of lemonade while you chat up your tablemates at this convivial event. 651 Emerson Street. Second Tuesday of the month. (Photo courtesy of: Pizzeria Delfina).

seapot

San Mateo

Satisfy an ocean of cravings at Seapot, a restaurant offering all the hot pot and Korean BBQ you can eat within a reasonable hour and a half window of time. On the hot pot side, you’ll get to select from several spicy and savory soups, before layering in meat and other toppings. Meanwhile, the Korean BBQ side offers 25 meat options as well as other add-ons. Make sure to include favorites like A5 Wagyu, beef toro and pork belly. Whichever you opt for, you’ll get to play chef, cooking your meal over burners built into the tables. What’s more, you’ll select your veggies and seafood by grabbing them from a conveyor belt winding past your table. 1952 S El Camino Real. Open daily.

donato enoteca

Redwood City

Find your stretchy pants. You’re going to need them when you visit Donato Enoteca for Giro Pizza Sundays. Offered weekly from 4PM to closing, help yourself to a variety of slices with meat and veggie toppings. You might go with a margherita—that comforting classic with sauce, fresh mozzarella, oregano and basil—or something bolder, like a slice with spicy spreadable nduja sausage, ricotta, cherry tomatoes and wild arugula. Your meal also includes salad—and sweets, as a reward for eating your greens. 1041 Middlefield Road. Every Sunday.

Macaron ATM

Words by Johanna Harlow

Jackie Peng is living the sweet life. “I’m a huge dessert fiend,” she admits. “I have to have dessert after every meal.” But she’s a dessert fiend on a mission. “I plan to convert everyone out there!” Her plan for taking the world by sugary storm? Macarons.

But not just any kind of macaron. Fatcarons. (Or “fat macs” as they’re also called.) A Korean twist on a French favorite, these meringue-based masterpieces have a more generous amount of filling sandwiched in a larger shell. “They’re thicker, they’re creamier, they’re chewier …. It feels like a heftier dessert,” Jackie describes.

Though one might be tempted to picture this macaron maker wearing pastels to match her pastries, Jackie cuts a sleek figure in jet-black befitting a business-savvy entrepreneur. As owner of Anytime Macarons, Jackie has introduced a food ATM (an elevated vending machine) to satisfy dessert devotees in a new way. “People always think of vending as fast chips, drinks, sodas, things like that,” Jackie says. “But I want them to know that you can actually get a really good quality dessert in a vending machine as well.”

A baker’s daughter, Jackie grew up surrounded by a host of flaky, buttery things. Her first job as a teen was working a register at her parent’s French pastry shop in Houston. “I would help my dad roll croissants on the weekend,” she recalls. “I not only learned how to bake, I learned how to run a business. I learned how to deal with customers. I learned how to come out of my shell.”

Later in life, Jackie put these lessons to the test by opening a macaron shop called Sweet Burger. But when the pandemic closed its doors, she intended to hang up her apron to focus full-time on raising four kids. Her fiancé (who was also one of the investors behind Sweet Burger) kept checking in with Jackie, asking whether she wouldn’t be happier returning to professional baking. He asked nearly every day for two years. “He didn’t want me to give up my dream,” Jackie says with a smile.

Unsurprisingly, it was only a matter of time before Jackie made her return. But “I’m not going to come back in the same way,” she decided. In December 2023, her dessert-dealing ATM came to Hillsdale Shopping Center. And though her concept may be “contactless,” Jackie loves running into customers. “If I see someone at the machine, I will go up and talk to them, get their feedback and what their favorite flavors are,” she says.

Jackie keeps the dialogue going with macaron enthusiasts through Instagram, where she shares advice on how to make this infamously finicky dessert at home. Her tips and tricks range from perfecting the texture of meringue to piping techniques to removing bubbles from batter. “I never gatekeep anything,” Jackie promises.

Her foremost piece of advice? “Practice. Practice. Practice. It doesn’t happen overnight,” the macaron maker counsels. And master one recipe at a time. “Jumping from recipe to recipe is like jumping from job to job… You’re going to start all over again,” she points out. “If you come up with a problem halfway through, fix that recipe.”

After countless hours honing her own skills, Jackie forgoes staid staples like chocolate or vanilla and opts for more adventurous flavor combinations. Think peanut butter brownie and matcha crème brûlée. “It’s never just a plain flavor with me. You always get a little something extra,” she says. That could be a sprinkling of toffee, nuts, coconut or Maldon sea salt flakes. Maybe a drizzle of caramel or Nutella. “I’m really big on texture, so creamy and crunchy is always best.”

Will we one day find Jackie’s macaron ATMs in malls across America? “I’m a small-batch baker,” Jackie says. “Not to say I wouldn’t expand, but I would only expand to where I felt the quality was the same.” She adds that she’s toying with the idea of rolling out an Anytime Macarons truck so she can share the love with those across the Bay.

As Jackie readies to return to the kitchen to whip up her next irresistible batch, she shares her thoughts on what it means to be in the dessert business. “I’m the end of their evening. I’m the last thing after their meal,” she reflects. “I get to put the exclamation point on their day!”

sugar & spice – anytimemacarons.com

Playful Palette

Words by Loureen Murphy

Like Kansas in The Wizard of Oz, a Spanish Revival home in San Mateo Park was stuck in a black-and-white world of dark woods and whitewashed walls. Enter the upbeat wizardry of Shea Ross and Dimitra Anderson of Dimitra Anderson Home. Their joyful infusion of color and texture transported the ho-hum living spaces over the rainbow.

The designers clicked so well with the homeowners that what started as a living room glow-up grew into a whole-house makeover, says Dimitra. Starting with the living room, the home’s architectural gem, they created a conversation area around a piece of wall art already in place. Beneath it pops a contemporary orange sofa from Holly Hunt. Its sleek lines and rich tone play against the three neutral, nubby reupholstered vintage chairs nearby. Optimal for sunlight, the seating area soaks it in from two larger windows and a set of French doors leading to the adjacent sunroom.

Synching with their clients’ desire to elevate yet preserve the 1926 home’s architecture, the designers gained trust and free rein. “At this point, we’ve touched every room in the home,” says Shea, including the sunroom. She points out that the blush pink on its walls and ceilings isn’t paint but grasscloth by Phillip Jeffries. Comfy seating with extra cushions and a custom teak desk lend a distinct mid-century modern beat to this uplifting haven for work or relaxation.

Set loose on the dark, dated kitchen, Shea and Dimitra took it from somber to celebratory. Where neutral tiles had faded into the walls, a three-toned Moroccan tile backsplash now flows in waves about the room. The formerly dark wood cupboards and island sport vibrant Cook’s Blue paint by Farrow & Ball. Above them, glass-doored uppers create more storage in previously unused space. Shea also renovated the existing cupboard guts to create the pantry and designed fridge doors to keep it hidden, all within the existing footprint.

Details matter. The original arch, adorned by the backsplash, still houses the range hood and includes a cookbook niche. Above the island, which extends a bit longer than before, a powder-coated custom light fixture matches the cabinets. On the eat-in end, Shea swapped out the old bar stools for custom new ones with fun fabric. Replacing chrome, the lustrous unlacquered brass hardware and faucets will acquire a natural patina with use. Brighter marble countertops outshine the old granite. “We just took the basic layout and gave it new life,” Shea says. The dramatic, yet mostly cosmetic, update took very little time to complete, she explains.

Carrying the pigment passion downstairs, a place the owners seldom went, Shea designed a gaming room for the owners’ middle school-aged son. The custom cabinetry drenched in green (not emerald but olive-inspired Pretty Ugly by Backdrop) and grasscloth wall coverings from Phillip Jeffries echo the foliage outside. Immersing the room with natural light, custom French doors with distinctive hardware open to a diamond-patterned patio. Versatility in mind, Shea arranged nesting tables and the homeowners’ end table near the cushy sofa. Making it and the chair user-friendly for kids and the much-loved family dogs, Shea chose durable outdoor upholstery fabrics.

Tucked near the game room, a kitchenette features a retro Smeg blue refrigerator, and everything needed to prepare snacks and meals. The cabinets wrap around to create a small mudroom with built-in bench. The result of an on-the-fly brainstorm session among owner, designers and contractors, the mudroom completes the downstairs, now a favorite area of the owners. While intended for their son, his mother finds herself in the refreshing, comfortable space while he’s at school. It also now meets all the requirements for an attached accessory dwelling unit (ADU).

Shea also calls this her favorite place in the project. “We got to do it from scratch,” she enthuses, noting it embodies the fusion of old and new in the remodel, where they added 598 square feet to the existing 2,711.
This successful project arises from the designers’ synergy. While creative Dimitra can often envision colors and materials just by looking at a room, practical Shea complements that skill by using Photoshop to ensure that everything envisioned truly harmonizes, from fabrics to wallpapers and paint.

In this case, the renovated home, though diverse in each room, carries cohesive themes of energizing colors, varied textures, Roman shades and the interplay of old and new. For example, original wrought-iron candlestick sconces in living and dining spaces have their updated counterparts as overhead candlestick fixtures in the kitchen and dining room.

“The clients really valued our expertise,” says Dimitra. That trust spurred her and Shea to strive even harder to create the spirited vibe of the homeowners’ dreams.

Shea loves that their clients allowed them to build the entire palette and trusted them to execute their vision, something very specific to them. Looking back at coloring their world, she emphasizes, “We design for our clients, not for ourselves.”

Now these owners, in their new technicolor surroundings, can really mean it when they say, “There’s no place like home.”

over the rainbow –  dimitraanderson.com

Colorful Cal-Indian

Words by Johanna Harlow

Srijith “Sri” Gopinathan, the chef behind upscale Cal-Indian restaurant Eylan, didn’t always plan to pursue a career in the food industry. But growing up in his family’s communal home in the southernmost part of India, complete with a farm, rice paddy and coconut orchard, meant every meal was farm-to-table. Young Srijith watched his family make palm sugar by boiling sap from trees, scoop the meat from coconuts and dry it, and pick peppercorns from the vines winding up their house’s walls. “I grew in the midst of all these things … This was secretly simmering in my mind without me knowing it,” Srijith observes. Then, committing to the food metaphors, he adds with a grin, “I don’t think I planned to be a chef … It was definitely not force-fed. It has been a very cage-free, organic life!”

This inadvertent education paid off. Initially planning to pursue engineering, Srijith ended up attending the Culinary Institute of America in New York. “New York City was the center of the universe when it came to food at that point,” he reflects, adding that he blew the little money he had dining at high-end restaurants like Nobu. “Those days, it was like going to temple,” he reminisces.

After working as a chef at Taj Exotica Resort in the Maldives (and surviving a tsunami), Srijith became the executive chef at San Francisco’s Taj Campton Place Hotel. His trailblazing menu gained the hotel not one but two Michelin stars—the first Indian concept to do so in the U.S. Most recently, he’s opened a string of elevated and artful Cal-Indian restaurants with design-savvy restauranteur Ayesha Thapar. Their most recent, Eylan, serves wood-fired dishes like black cod and lamb kebabs in a room aswirl in bold colors, textures and patterns.

Srijith’s down-to-earth demeanor and gleeful chuckle seem unaltered by success and accolades. And he gives everyone their dues, pointing out that a successful restaurant isn’t fueled solely by its food. The beverage program, service and design are just as integral. “Restaurants get a personality by all these things being tied together,” Srijith emphasizes. “One person cannot take credit for it. It’s multiple people’s ideas. It’s a very collaborative, complex thing.”

Portrait Photography: Johanna Harlow

Take the restaurant’s interior, a decadent dreamscape of jewel tones, geometric patterns and funky wallpaper brought to life by Ayesha in partnership with Schoos Design. Embracing a lively bohemian tone, Ayesha included a stunning floor-to-ceiling macrame hanging behind the host stand and tigers on the backs of the barstools. Vines coiling around columns evoke temple ruins, while ancient-looking artifacts and a village mural enhance an atmosphere of antiquity. Art is everywhere. Lampshades like rumpled baskets elicit a bustling bazaar scene.

“Ayesha and myself, we are artists in our own ways,” Srijith says. “Where you eat is as important as what you eat.” The two previously joined forces to launch Ettan in Palo Alto (commended by Architectural Digest for its design) and Copra in San Francisco (which recently ranked among San Francisco Chronicle’s top seven restaurants citywide).

“We’ve taken a very deliberate decision of not repeating a concept,” says Srijith. Copra is named after dried coconut, a popular ingredient in South Indian cuisine. The restaurant highlights the Indian state of Tamil Nadu where Srijith grew up, meaning there’s plenty of seafood on the menu as well as ingredients like tamarind, turmeric and rice, which are also common to the region. “Out of all these concepts, that is a little more emotional and personal to me, because it’s home food,” Srijith says.

Ettan, an homage to the eclectic nature of Indian food, offers bold dishes in a bold space. The decor includes chandeliers, pendant lights and hanging plants, all suspended below a grand glass dome. India doesn’t just have one cuisine, Srijith points out. “We have 28 states, and they have more than 200 different cuisines. It’s so complex.”

And Eylan’s focus? Wood-grilled dishes inspired by the hearth-centered cooking of Srijith’s youth. But that doesn’t mean Srijith’s menu is a traditional one. As a pioneer of Cal-Indian dishes, Srijith shines when he pushes the envelope. Take his twist on butter chicken. This decadently creamy, yet arguably over-ordered curry, is often a go-to for Western diners. But when you order it at Eylan, it arrives at your table in an unexpected shade of green instead of that traditional tomato-tinged orange. That’s thanks to the tomatillos. Srijith says he didn’t have butter chicken in mind when he first started experimenting with the fruit. After grilling it, he tried to counteract its acidity by adding a little honey. “It was still sour so then I added a little bit of butter.” Then, a spoonful of cream. He kept tweaking it with cardamom and spices and other adjustments over a two-week span. “When I finished it, I felt like, ‘Wow, I’m at butter chicken—but no tomatoes!”

While delicious, you’d be doing yourself a disservice not to explore the rest of the menu. Try the beautifully butterflied black cod adorned in tamarind, curry leaves and turmeric with coconut rice or the bright citrusy hamachi served alongside battered sesame leaves. Sample the savory, succulent trumpet mushrooms with achaari, mint and yogurt when you’re ready to amp up the heat. Then indulge in refreshing rose water shaved ice with rose lassi frozen yogurt and a sprinkling of ground pistachio to end the night on a sweet note.

Food, Srijith says, is “India’s soft power,” and “I’m trying to do as much as possible to expose its cuisine to the people in this part of the world!”

spice it up – eylanrestaurant.com

Field Studies

Words by Andrea Gemmet

After I turn off of Highway 84 and follow the curving route to Twisted Fields, a research farm in San Gregorio, I feel like I’ve traveled back in time to California’s rural past. My car surprises little quails that grudgingly scurry out of the narrow road and into the underbrush. The feeling intensifies when I turn into a driveway lined with a riotous profusion of bright orange flowers and find an old farmhouse at its end.

The picturesque property sprawls across 127 acres of steep hillsides in an abstract patchwork of fields, some prepared for planting, others hosting a verdant tangle of soil-replenishing cover crops. Flocks of heritage-breed chickens forage for insects while a herd of goats munches weeds. A couple of petite cows and an enormous pig loll around next to a barn.

Cover Photo and Above Photo: Paulette Phlipot

The one glaring incongruity in this 20th-century agricultural daydream is a 21st-century contraption that looks as if a Mars Rover had been built with a giant Erector Set. The Precision Farming Rover, a sturdy, solar-powered autonomous vehicle, is a defining feature of Twisted Fields—a place that marries time-honored sustainable farming practices with tech-driven tools.

Though he was a standout student at MIT and a tech entrepreneur focused on robotics, AI and the Internet of Things, you don’t have to tell Twisted Fields owner Daniel Theobald to go outside and touch grass. A passionate fan of regenerative farming, his love of growing things started while exploring his grandmother’s bountiful garden in Los Altos as a child. It carried through to his days living in Cambridge, Massachusetts, where Daniel kept bees and raised chickens in what he describes as a tiny “postage-stamp” of a yard.

Photography Courtesy of: Twisted Fields

Though he grew up in San Jose, Daniel’s career kept him based on the East Coast for years—but he never stopped looking for opportunities to return to California. On a trip to the Golden State, he came across this beautiful piece of farmland bisected by tree-lined seasonal creeks. Sure, the soil was trampled and depleted from over-grazing, and the fields were littered with all kinds of old junk—including a mattress and a mysterious pile of garage doors—but he could see its potential. “It’s just magical. I knew that if I didn’t buy it, I’d always regret it,” he recalls.

Daniel has spent the past nine years using his Coastside farm, complete with a farmhouse dating back to the original Rancho San Gregorio land grant, to test his theories and to experience first-hand the challenges facing small-scale farms that shun industrial farming techniques. The problem, he says, is that while small-scale farms are great for their communities, the health of the planet and the quality of the food they produce, it’s really hard to make them work on a scale that can feed the world’s population. The solution, as Daniel sees it: “Either everyone goes to live on a farm again, or you use technology.” So while Twisted Fields sells vegetables and rainbow-hued eggs at farmers markets, it’s also a testing ground for innovative farm tech.

Photo: Paulette Phlipot

Daniel sees some big flaws in a lot of agriculture technology—it’s too expensive or it’s designed as a solution to problems that farmers don’t actually have. “Farmers don’t want something engineer-executed by someone who’s never farmed before,” he says. “I bought the farm to understand what the real problems are and explore solutions—to create an opportunity for small, local farmers that’s scalable and sustainable.”

That meant coming up with equipment that’s affordable and easily adapted to different uses. His partner in that pursuit is Katie Bradford, the CEO of Rotate8, the company she co-founded with Daniel to develop a solar-powered farm automation suite. On my visit, Katie pointed out key features on the farming rover, from the optional seat under a canopy of solar panels—since it’s autonomous, it doesn’t need a driver—to the variety of tools that can be attached to the sturdy frame. It’s like a walk-behind tractor, only you can ride it or send it out solo to do defined tasks, she says. Batteries are optional, since they are costly.

Photography Courtesy of: Twisted Fields

“A lot of tech companies are making equipment to do one thing, like weed strawberries or pick tomatoes,” Katie says. “It’s geared toward monoculture.” Their utilitarian rover, on the other hand, is designed to be endlessly adaptable and runs on open-source software. You can raise it for taller crops, widen it to fit your farm’s furrows and attach all kinds of equipment to its base.

Katie says they’ve put a lot of work into making sure the rover can keep rolling in all kinds of conditions, like muddy fields, steep slopes and loose gravel. The solutions they’ve come up with include installing wider tires, adjusting the weight so it’s lower on the platform and using intelligent algorithms for slip detection. “Our rover can go where tractors can’t. Our large tractors get stuck in the mud in the rainy season, but the much-lighter rover is able to navigate a variety of terrain,” Katie says.

Photo Courtesy of: Twisted Fields

And while the farm rover’s design may be devoid of flashy flourishes, it is resilient. A car hit it the day before I arrived and the rover was perfectly fine—it was the car that got damaged, Katie and Daniel recount, laughing. The impact set off a sensor and no one could get the car to stop beeping.
The car illustrates one of the big complaints about modern technology in general and farm tech in particular: it’s no longer possible for farmers to fix things themselves. They have to send them off to an authorized dealer and wait for repairs. Daniel knows this from personal experience. “If my tractor breaks, I’m out of business. You can be waiting for parts from Germany for six months—which is what happened to me last time,” he says.

That won’t be the case with their farm rover. “If we go out of business, you’ll be fine. You own it, you can fix it.” He and Katie are aiming to start selling rover kits later this year.

In the meantime, Twisted Fields has been focused on restoring the land while raising chickens and poultry. Daniel says they grow their own chicken feed, mostly in the form of pumpkins, sunflowers and corn. “The vegetable garden, anything we don’t sell or eat ourselves, goes to the chickens,” he says. “Our chickens probably eat better than most of the people on the planet.”

Photo: Paulette Phlipot

Besides a gaggle of ducks, Twisted Fields has four flocks of chickens, made up of a variety of heritage breeds and housed in mobile coops. The doors open automatically at sunrise and close at night. A row of nesting boxes are set into the sides behind red flaps. When we go to inspect one of the coops, the disgruntled birds stop pecking and scratching and hightail it out of our way. A few hens are too busy to leave the nesting box and cluck at us disapprovingly when we lift a metal flap to admire the collection of freshly laid eggs. Outside of the fenced-off field, watchful white Akbash dogs help safeguard the flock from hungry predators like mountain lions, coyotes, bobcats and skunks.

“We focus on having as wide and diverse a population of chickens as possible,” Daniel says. While heritage birds may not produce as many eggs as their conventional counterparts, Twisted Fields customers love the colorful results. “Genetic diversity is really important in everything we do here,” Daniel says, gesturing toward trestle tables covered with plastic pots growing elderberry, yarrow and loquats. “We propagate plants from seeds and incubate our own chickens.” Even the redwood saplings he’s been planting to restore the creekbanks are grown from seeds.

Twisted Fields is an unlikely farm with an unlikely business model: eschewing more efficient industrialized agriculture for time-honored sustainable practices. Rotate8 is developing low-cost tools for farmers—people who rarely have much money to spend on anything, let alone experimental equipment. And its open-source platform means customers will be able to adapt it themselves.

“A customer said to us, ‘If you make it so simple, people are going to hack it,’” says Katie. “But that’s the whole idea.”

Or, as Daniel puts it: “We think we will do well by doing good.”

future farmers – twistedfields.com

Question Everything

Words by Johanna Harlow

Olivia Allen-Price wants answers. “If I see something, I’m pulling out my phone and looking it up—and then finding myself down a rabbit hole of Wikipedia clicks, 10 clicks deep,” chuckles the San Mateo resident. It’s a mindset that suits her career as a journalist. “Getting to immerse myself in all these different worlds from week to week keeps me on my toes,” she says. “Bay Curious is that, on steroids.”

Bay Curious, a KQED show that Olivia hosts, fields Bay Area-specific questions from listeners. Why are there ships buried under the streets of San Francisco? Why do we have so many palm trees? Is there really a volcano in the East Bay Hills? Olivia and her team track down the truth.
The program started as a pet project while Olivia worked as the radio station’s engagement producer. When they asked her to act as the show’s official host, it came as a surprise. “My background has been as a newspaper reporter. I was comfortable with the written word… I had never spoken into a microphone.” Olivia breaks into a smile. “It was kind of my lean-in moment.”

Cover Photo Courtesy of: Chronicle Books / Photo Courtesy of: Adam Groosberg – KQED

Over the years, Olivia’s evolved as a host. “Early on, I was kind of figuring out, ‘What is my personality as a host? Am I funny? Sincere? Snarky? Irreverent?’ Trying on some different adjectives and trying to figure out what felt like the right fit for the show.” Her verdict? “I try to embody curiosity because that is at the heart of the show,” she reflects. “And to me, curiosity is an openness to learning whatever’s going to come your way.”
Recently, Olivia published a book fueled by the podcast’s previous episodes as well as some brand-new stories. “I truly think almost anything can be interesting if the right person is telling you the story,” she says.
Stay tuned for a few answers to questions you’ve probably been wondering about for years.

Are the rumors about the Stanford Dish searching for aliens true?
There’s something about a behemoth satellite dish pointed heavenwards that seems straight from sci-fi. But this 150-foot-wide radio telescope sprouting from the Stanford foothills was built not to listen in on little green men, but to Soviets. Motivated by the Cold War—specifically the Soviet Union’s launching of Sputnik 1, the world’s first artificial space satellite—the Department of Defense commissioned the Dish’s construction. This allowed Stanford University scientists to listen to Soviet signals as they bounced off the moon. Later, the Dish communicated with several NASA space probes and helped map Venus’ atmosphere via signals sent to the Mariner probe. Still operational today, it aids in satellite calibrations and spacecraft command. Olivia says (a little enviously) that her KQED field reporter got invited to step into the Dish’s observation deck to check out the control console. “All the buttons and switches are Sputnik-era, like a 1960s throwback,” she describes. “It’s almost like you’re on a movie set.”

Photo Courtesy of: Mandy Padgett 

Did Monterey Jack Cheese really come from Monterey?
Olivia acknowledges that Monterey, our neighbor to the south, has laid claim to Monterey Jack cheese, crediting it to David Jacks. This Scottish scoundrel was among many hopefuls flocking to California for the Gold Rush. “He didn’t have much luck with gold, but still amassed a small fortune selling weapons,” Olivia says. Later, he acquired most of Monterey County through a series of shady land deals and money lending. “He wasn’t a beloved local figure,” she notes. “He becomes kind of the de facto landlord of a lot of the people who are living in Monterey.” This included a multitude of dairies—one of which was making a mild white cheese. He stuck his name on it. “That’s the predominant story,” Olivia says. “But there’s an alternate version.” Enter Stefano Mori, an Italian immigrant who settled just south of Pacifica, on what’s now known as Mori Point. “A family friend steals that recipe and then starts making it at the dairies down in Monterey,” Olivia says. “So the next time you’re at a deli ordering a sandwich and you get it with Monterey Jack, you can shake your fist—maybe it should actually be Pacifica Jack.”

What was the original purpose of Hangar One at Moffett Field?
The lofty Hangar One was built to house a 785-foot-long dirigible called the USS Macon. It was constructed soon after Santa Clara County residents sold Moffett Field to the U.S. Navy for the price of one dollar back in 1931. “Quite a deal, even in its time,” Olivia says. Used for reconnaissance, the Macon could carry four airplanes, then release them via an arm called the trapeze. “The airplanes would do their scouting mission and then come back and get caught by that arm and brought back into this giant blimp,” she describes. “Ultimately, the USS Macon met a tragic end.” It went down off the coast of Big Sur, after less than two years of flights. “Two people died in that crash—but 81 didn’t … Ultimately, dirigibles went out of favor because they almost all crashed. The Hindenburg happened a couple years after that.”

Why do people park on Highway 101 near Brisbane?
There’s a stretch of road along Highway 101, between the Bay and the Brisbane Lagoon, where you’ll regularly find cars pulled over on the shoulder, disregarding several signs that shout: “NO PARKING.” So what’s worth risking a ticket? This place, known as “the tubes,” allows fish to swim between the Bay and the lagoon to spawn. “There’s a fish highway right there on 101,” Olivia quips. Fisherfolk, taking advantage of the schools swimming in and out, wait at the entry to catch halibut, striped bass and even stingrays. “Fishermen are so wily,” she says. “It’s like the whole food chain’s congregating there.”

Olivia adds that this particular podcast episode segued into a larger story about local fishing spots—and Bay Curious’ field reporter ended up crab fishing on a paddleboard. After bringing her catch back home to Berkeley, reporter Katrina Schwartz recalls, “I had to pull them, alive and angry, from a cooler using these tiny kitchen tongs that were not up to the job.” One of the crafty crustaceans tried to flee the premises. “It was crawling towards her door,” Olivia laughs. “What if this crab had gotten out and it was just roaming around Berkeley? Lost crab!”

any questions? – kqed.org/baycurious

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