I have reached SACRAMENTO and have been gently transported to the Big House somewhere up in the hills.
We did a lot of this yesterday. 
But today it is quiet and I will soon crank the big empty kitchen into gear. You will be thrilled to learn that I have joined the masses and am forced to BUY my own food. No gardens and freezers and cupboards brimming with home grown food. Now I shall have to go out and shoulder my way up a Californian supermarket aisle and find some food in there. Yesterday was not a big eating day. This morning has dawned clear and bright and I am in the mood to make a Monster Mama Salad.
So as soon as one of these sleepy buggers gets their sorry arses out of bed (I am still in a different time zone in my little Paddington Bear Brain.) I shall request a driver and a super market and then we will make a Monster Mama Salad with Omelettes and caramelised onions for brunch. Tomorrow is the wedding! So I want everyone well fed and ready for the big day.
The garden here is all trees. Beautiful.
It interests me that so many people do not cook. In fact there is a whole generation of people who do not cook. How they sustain themselves I do not know! However the kitchen in this house in the hills is huge and purring quietly, in anticipation of a big wake up!
c
The Kitchen's Garden 
66 responses to “Up in the hills of Sacramento”
I totally agree…how do they survive if they don’t cook?
When we go on vacation and east out for a week or so I go home sick and it takes weeks for my stomach to settle!
Stunning clicks as always C
My stomach is agreeing with you right now, Poor tum… c
Mama Salad – what an evocative name. What’s in it?
Like you, I am intrigued about people not cooking. Years ago, someone who lived in America told me it was cheaper to dine out than to cook. Stunning economics. Eating out was particularly appealing at the time as I had young children and one less chore would have been a blessing.
Everything is in Mama Monster salad. and it certainly not cheaper to eat out anymore ..c