Scott and Tina invited Dad, Martha, my sister Sheryl, and I over for an authentic vegan Indian meal. In attendance were their kids: youngest Serene Belle, young gentleman Westleigh, sweetheart Emma, and the wonderful Elysia with her husband, Daryl. I am not experienced eating Indian or vegan cuisine so I looked at it as a great opportunity! We started off the Lost Coast Vineyards Voignier, Anchor Steam Porter (one of Scott's favorites), and Cragganmore Single Malt Scotch, one of MY favorites, which I hadn't had since my days back at the Ritz-Carlton Philly.
The main dish for dinner that evening was an Indian Dal, or often spelled Dahl. This consisted of a thick tasty stew of lentils eaten over rice. I have included a great link on Wikipedia.com for more information on Dals. We topped the Dal with either a yogurt sauce with raisins and coconut or a spicy red sauce with tofu and cilantro. On the side were pickled hot limes, Major Greys mango chutney, and poppadoms, a thin, crisp Indian cracker. The Dal was served with a red cabbage salad with red grapes, carrots, and a light vinaigrette. We also had a cucumber salad with a cilantro yogurt sauce.
During that week, Dad took Sheryl and I on a long drive north up the coast to see some ancient Redwoods, the mouth of the Klamath River where it meets the Pacific Ocean, and the majestic Roosevelt Elk. We stopped at the local healthy/gourmet grocer, Wildberries Marketplace and picked up a bunch of different finger foods, appetizers, and munchies for lunch. I spied in the cooler a type of healthy tea, popular on the West Coast, Kombucha organic sparkling fermented tea. I have read about it and have not found it back in my neck of the woods back East and have wanted to try it for ages. Let's just say I wasn't impressed. The fermented flavor was just not for me. The hippy Hollywood types that rave about it can keep it. I will stick with my Snapple.
|Roosevelt Elk grazing just a few feet away!|
Dad, Sheryl, and I stopped at a large camping area for lunch between the mountains and the beach. The Roosevelt Elk were everywhere lounging and munching on grass. About 100 feet from them, we had passed the bull with his stately rack of antlers, keeping watch on the perimeter of the herd. The elk were no farther than 15 feet from us. We dared not approach any closer as of course they are wild animals. But we think they knew we were there to have lunch and not to bother them.
|Dad and Martha at Hurricane Kate's|