First off, I loved the invitation:
So off we went on Saturday, so happy to flee the relentless Berkeley fog.
Not only was there roasted pig, but a raft of pies. Plus a superlative garden. (My pictures aren't very good because my camera gets confused when it's intermittently foggy and sunny.)
The pit
The pig
Smartly dressed for a picnic: my friend Elisabeth
Buffet table with vats of beans, herbed rice, fresh lettuce from the garden, and our hostess (sorry about the poor picture, Camille!)
The non-porta potty, complete with art on the walls
On the drinks table
Before dessert, we toured the huge fenced-against-deer garden, on the other side of the house:
Many apple trees, fruit just ripening
...and pears
An greenhouse (left) and an office (right), with crops in the foreground
Greenhouse plants outside for a daytime airing
Inside: all manner of onions
A lot of work goes on here
Mega-peppers
Chard
Love the texture
Plentiful tomatoes
Looking toward the house
View from the deck
Pizza oven
Where people feast
And then it was time for dessert:
Hidden, and then:
Ta-da! Pies!
Interested small parties (the plastic container had pig cupcakes, very popular with this group)
Killer mocha cake
The biggest kid of all. He went back for seconds, ice cream and all (note drips on sweatshirt)
It was one of those afternoons that feels like a gift from the hosts--really good food and a wonderful setting. And why is it so heartening (nurturing?) to see a beautifully tended garden? Still thinking about that.
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