And green gelatinous onion soup. Such was the fare that we found in Pacific Grove. The Strawberry Tree is an evergreen shrub or small tree native to the Mediterranean, whose weather this area shares. It is the national tree of Italy. While not as tasty as real strawberries, the fruit is edible and can be used in cooking. Our mission was to get Anne knitting it public. Her favorite local yarn store held a session. Meanwhile, I walked down to the coast. I did not see any marine mammals, unless you count scuba divers, but I did see plenty of tourists.

Afterwards, we lunched at Hops & Fog, a local microbrewery with an eclectic menu. Anne ordered the vegan onion soup, with onion, coconut milk, white wine, white pepper, finished with green thyme oil. If you twirl it with your spoon, it swirls. I ordered their blueberry pizza. Think blueberry pancakes with a crust. It is made with vanilla Chantilly, blueberry compote, balsamic glaze, powdered sugar and strands of fresh basil. It was scrumptious. 

Speaking of fog, we are well into the June gloom now. Every evening the fog rolls in, enveloping all we can see. A full moon is about to occur, but we will be oblivious to it, except for slightly brighter fog at night. When we awake everything outside is grey. About midmorning it begins to burn away and by noon we have California sunshine again. This weather pattern does somewhat limit one of the main selling points for the house of its view. However, the drips that form each morning on the railings represent the only moisture that we can depend upon until the rainy season. Because of this nightly fog the vegetation around us is still noticeably greener than even a few miles inland.