While arranging anniversary flowers* this morning, Steve commented that “It looks like a Martha Stewart photoshoot up in here.” (Which was odd, because I just had a dream that I was sitting next to Martha at a class reunion. But that’s neither here nor there..) So, I clearly had to snap a pic of my breakfast, right?
Fried egg with Outerlands bread, hot tea in the kitchen with flowers and Lucky Peach magazine. Yeah, I’m reading about eggs while eating eggs. I have a problem.
Besides eggs, these days have found me obsessed with that ridiculous Outerlands bread and Meyenburg goat butter.
Outerlands has transformed into one of my top 5 restaurants in SF. It’s a magical place, full of driftwood, twinkling lights, and down by Ocean Beach. The food is creative without being fussy, and man, that bread. Originally based on the Tartine bread recipe, it’s now morphed into an artisinal sandwich bread. And the best part? $5 a loaf! We’ve been eating it for a week.
And that goat butter? Thick, creamy, bright white, and with a slight goat gaminess, in the best way possible. We won it playing foodie trivia at Omnivore Books (yes, we dominated. thank you for asking.) but I’ll definitely be buying more when our stash runs out.
Excellent when topped with We Love Jam Blenheim apricot jam. It’s crazy good, and run by a super nice couple who started the business when a family member’s apricot tree was laden with fruit. We’ve been buying it for years … the first time was out of a car trunk, drug deal style in a parking lot off of Masonic. They’ve become more legit since then – you can buy the jam at Williams Sonoma.
