day 338 – Beauty, Brains and Sport

At Berkeley, there is much beauty and charm to amuse and please our senses.  Fall colors and vistas from the hilly terrain overlook the San Francisco Bay.At this educational establishment, there resides seven Nobel laureates, 28 MacArthur Fellows and four Pulitzer Prize winners on the faculty.  It is home to the largest catalog of  libraries and titles, only second to the Libraries of Congress.Intercollegiate sports and programs serve the physically competitive and its fans.  Evans field is specifically used for the Cal Bears baseball team.Mascot keeping the peace and guarding the woods on campus.

day 337 – Saturn

There are seventeen!! strictly Vegan restaurants, cafes or bakeries in Berkeley. There are eighteen Vegetarian.  That’s alot of choices.  The vegetarian locations also serve vegan, so there are 35, thirty-five!! establishments that cater to non animal eating persons.  I noticed that most places are big on organic too.  I had my heart set on Saturn (check day 331-Berkeley Bound post) and we went there for breakfast, Saturday morningish.  You can have breakfast anytime there.

I found the bathroom situation interesting.  There are two bathrooms with stalls.  You can enter either because there is a sign that promotes genderless use.  Meaning, when I went in to use the facility, I could have been faced with washing my hands next to a guy or a girl.  Fortunately, for this modest mouse, another gal was in there and the guy walking behind me went through the doors of the other facility. I don’t know how I felt about that.

Back to the food, it wasn’t as great as I had remembered it.  Nostalgia can be unreliable.Southwest Tofu Scramble (vegan).  The guacamole was good, the fake white paste was inedible and the taco sauce was uninspired, under seasoned and left uneaten.

Gosh, darn.  I tasted a teeny bit of my husband’s buckwheat pancakes and they were terrible,  “So sorry I made you come here.”  I had a few beans from my daughter’s plate and it was ok.  Bean and cheese omelet.

So, next time, no Saturn except for the shakes!  I had a delicious vegan vanilla shake made from soy ice cream and milk and that was worth all the sugar it came with.  It seems they are famous for their various vegan shakes.

Then, I had the audacity to continue eating by walking just a few blocks to Cream and ordering a vegan lemon pecan cookie.  My two cohorts went all the way and ordered two warm butter, non-vegan cookies with two scoops of real creamy ice cream smushed between.  I remember coming here when my son went to Berkeley and the line was around the block.  It’s a big hit on a teeny corner location.  Worth the walk and we must have hit it at the right time because the line was only inside.Yes, the sign says Cookies Rule Everything Around Me.

day 336 – Campus

UC Berkeley unofficially serves as the city’s Central Park with its historic buildings, wide walking paths, art sculptures and general woodsy landscape.  Founded in 1868, Berkeley is the original campus of the University of California, hence the moniker used by alumni and students, Cal.  The campus is an urban oasis, preserving and maintaining a genuine combination of young blood with early Californian statesmanship.  Two hundred thousand acres of serene forests interspersed by an array of architectural vision, populated by some of our finest minds and innovative thoughts. My daughter’s favorite path and tree, coming into squirrel town where she delights in the activities of these furry inhabitants.A very bright and accomplished squirrel attending the University of California and on a nut break.

day 335 – Build Pizzeria

To say that Berkeley is vegan, organic or vegetarian, sustainable, grass-fed, free-range, local, fresh produce friendly is an understatement.  Alice Waters who started the whole California Cuisine and garden/school lunch programs lives here and her celebrated Chez Panisse restaurant resides right along Shattuck Avenue and Vine Street in North Berkeley’s “Gourmet Ghetto”.

At Build, our first gastronomic adventure of the weekend, you order personally from a selection of choices and the cook “builds” you a personal thin crusted pizza, sent into a wood burning oven and within minutes, it arrives piping hot to your table.  

The setting is hip Shattuck, downtown Berkeley, clean, new and bright.

I ordered a gluten-free crust with vegan cheese, tomato sauce, artichokes, baked red onions and sautéed mushrooms.  It was spectacular!  Crisp, flavorful and comforting.

I also had an organic mixed green salad with a tangy vinaigrette on the side, baked tomatoes and raw organic walnuts.  It was divine.  The greens everywhere wherever we ate were organic and local.  The most immaculate pieces of lettuce I have ever witnessed or eaten.  You could taste the richness of the soil (in a good way) in every bite.  Every nibble felt like I was becoming one with the earth.  “It was surely just picked,”  I admired.

day 334 – BART

Thanks to Bart’s (Bay Area Rapid Transit) shutdown at midnight Thursday night, we decided to drive to Berkeley and avoid long taxi lines at Oakland airport.  It was weird to see the mass transit system shut down.  It’s what moves the Bay Area around.

My daughter’s view of the San Francisco Bay is marvelous, her dorm tucked away and nestled amongst the noble pines.Tune in all this week for the food and sports scene as well as the general beauty of Berkeley.

day 333 – Happy Birthday, E!!!!

Here we are at Berkeley, celebrating your 18th birthday!  You were the youngest of three and always the youngest in school.  Your kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Covington, assured us it wouldn’t be a problem because you were so bright.  And here you are…

You comfort, cheer and support your friends and people are attracted to your nurturing, giving nature.  You are wise and balanced.  You are loyal and true.  And here we are…

May this year grace you with educational pursuits that impassion you.  May this year be one of growth and enjoyment as you spread your wings further, learn more about yourself and expand in awareness.  May you be happy, fulfilled and realized.  And here it is…

day 331 – Berkeley Bound

Today we are off to Cal to visit with our daughter E for the first time since she moved up there to attend University.  Berkeley has some of the most interesting fusion cuisines.  I have witnessed everything from down south Louisiana ribs to Morrocan/Chinese to Indian/African to two pound burger joints to an out of this world tiny vegan bakery and more.

Fresh, organic and local products are cherished, honored and played with here.  Alice Waters’ Chez Panisse, Gratitude Cafe (one of the first raw gourmet restaurants) and school garden/lunch programs originated here.  I was promised a meal at one of my favorite places – Saturn Cafe and look forward to eating and reporting back.  Saturn Cafe is an organic vegan and vegetarian corner diner, decorated in shiny chrome, fifties style, brightly hued, intergalactic decor. It’s a flashback!

day 326 – First College Game

Last night, we went to see UCLA vs. CAL or UC Berkeley (official name).  It was my first college game, ever!  I have been to the Rose Bowl before to see Pink Floyd (way back) and The Rolling Stones, but never for the spirit, rivalry, gaiety and sheer fun everyone was having at the football game, last night.

Observations, Warnings and please heed:

1.  It’s a hike and a mess to park.  If you park inside the Bowl, it’s still a hike and it takes like three hours in line to get in.  If you park outside the Bowl, let’s say in a parking structure in downtown Pasadena, on the corner of Union and Pasadena you can pick up a shuttle.  Millions of UCLA students go this route.  We walked.  About two miles.  I noted on my phone the turns and streets we needed to retrace our steps from since I was out of bread crumbs and pebbles.  Another two miles on the way back, later, since I had posted it on my phone, I remembered how to return without the notes, of course.  On the walk we saw The Gamble House, The Pasadena Museum of History and beautiful old estates grown over with ivy and mature trees.  Worth the walk. Bring sneakers.2.  The largess and amount of time and effort that goes into the UCLA pre-game partying is indescribable.  We walked through what I thought was a tailgating party from afar and upon closer inspection realized it was a full scale, organized merchandise and food fest.  It was about three times bigger than the Verizon Wireless fair grounds and completely lathered in baby blue and gold.  I had a Bruins Sweatshirt at home, but I thought we would support our CAL freshman and alumnus children.  I couldn’t cut through the festivities fast enough.  I was on enemy grounds.  Note to self, when in Bruinland, wear your UCLA gear.3.  We walked around the entire stadium, looking for food, stopping at restrooms and general sightseeing.  There is no alcohol served because most of the attendees are minors.  It never occurred to me since I saw a lot of heavy drinking outside the coliseum where the Romans were partaking but it was clear you could sneak it in as witnessed precisely in front of where we sat.  Two overly excited, happy guys were sipping and sharing a water bottle containing amber liquid that perfumed the air with bourbon or whiskey fumes.  There are more women’s bathrooms than men’s and the lines were on the Men’s.  Imagine that?  Loved it.  So, no alcohol, great bathroom scene and anything from fresh gyros to barbecued meats to tacos to popcorn and pretzels.  I ate a raw vegan bar I brought with me and my better half bought and finished off a warm cinnamon bun for dinner.

4. Entertainment is great!  Two bands perform! Twice!  Before the game and at half time. I was in my marching band in High School and can attest to the amount of practice needed for even an amateurish performance.  Last night, both bands blew me away!  You are constantly counting as you are playing your instrument and moving your body and creating an overall group look. Both bands spelled out their college letters in script form!!! The mom next to me had her son in the Cal band.  He is a tuba player and a physics major in his Junior year at UC Berkeley.  She said “they practice everyday and make up the dance steps and design the moves and pick the music.”  The Golden Bears played a Britney Spears medley which we thought was odd but when a few of the musicians (the lady’s son next to me was one of them) dropped their instruments and shed their uniforms and proceeded to dance up a cute little spoofy number, I was delighted!  The Bruins had a better choice of music – bits and pieces of reliable Stones tunes we could sing along with.  UCLA also had a full band and was louder.  Next week, my informant who sat next to me assured me, the Cal band will have a whole new performance at Berkeley when they play against Oregon.  Maybe I will see her there!

UC Berkeley marching band doing a little dance while UCLA band waits behind them at half time show.

So, to recap.  Parking is difficult, expect to walk.  Wear your Ucla button or something, don’t bother to root for your team, we are expertly dispersed so we cannot hang together.  The atmosphere is pleasant without beer spilling and it’s comfortable because there’s always a restroom at hand.   Be prepared to be amused, even if not absorbed in the game, by hardworking, brilliant execution of footwork and lively marching bands.

 

day 311 – Clam Digging – part three

We spread and scrutinize the clams on our beach-pebbled patio designed and built by my dad .  Then we segregate and group each by size.  The clams bathe for two days in cornmeal and water in stockpots outside on our patio. They cleanse and purify themselves in this manner.  They open up their shells and suck in or “inhale” the clean water and cornmeal.  They discharge impurities as they “exhale.”

After separating all the clams, I take a nice warm bubble bath with my pink box of Mr. Bubbles soap flakes and reminisce about our adventure and our loot.  I adore fragrances even as a youngster and I splash on some light and citrusy Jean Nate toilet water.   Later that night, I join my family and sit around the old brick red picnic table with attached benches.  Our crimson brick barbeque stands proudly in the right hand corner of our pebbled patio.  My dad built the barbeque too.  He can build, manufacture or fix anything.  He taught me how to build fires on the beach without using  lighter fluid or gas.  I have handed down my pyrotechnic skills to my daughter, V, named after my dad.

The tastiest, most delicious and scrumptious clams are the one-inchers.  They are miniscule bites of delight.  We always eat the petite appetizers the very same night we bring them home.  The pygmy clams perch precariously on the grill over the fire my dad has started.  Each tiny mollusk gives up its life in its own time, at its own pace.  My dad stands watch so he can pick them up with his tongs at the peak of their flavor, the moment of their final surrender.  He proudly and carefully brings them to us one by one, without spilling any clam liquor, to our table.

I squeeze a little lemon into the bottom casing full of tepid seawater.   Alive just a few seconds ago, my savory amuse bouche awaits its destiny.  My victim lays steeped in tart ocean juice.  I dig the rubbery meat out with my fingers.  I detach its muscle from its plum – colored home.  I place it in my puckered mouth. I swallow it whole as I chase it down with the salty, lemony broth.  I slurp with a slight intake of air and it slides down my throat, smoothly, quickly and completely.

I relish and wonder in awe at the magical and vivid moments of a great summer day.  It is great to be alive!  It feels “oh so good ” as well as honest and satisfying to dine on gifts from the sea I toiled hard to unearth from the sea floor and brought up from the bottom of a clam bed.   I feel safe and secure on our beach-pebbled patio.  I do not take for granted the delicacy and pure exquisiteness of newly opened Little Neck clams and this moment in time. I grasp and hold close to my heart, the holiness of the event.

Possibly from the lessons I learned as a child, I value, respect, cherish, and find it sacred to eat fresh caught, fresh picked, freshly prepared or freshly harvested food.   It is a blessing to obtain, make ready and serve nourishing (preferably organic) meals with tender, loving care.

May you dine on simple, true flavors layered by time, shared with others and realize the moment as a gift.