Fried Oysters And Pecan Pie For Breakfast

Yes, I know what you’re thinking. OMG Eweew! My lord that sounds very  weird. (Really probably closer to disgusting.)

Ladies and gentlemen you couldn’t be more mistaken. If that is, you had breakfast with us this morning at the Fremont Diner in Sonoma, California.

For openers, you can tell what kind of spot this is by the hungry folks milling around the parking lot waiting to be seated.


Inside the place it looks and feels like a country roadstop. A lot of funky country stuff hanging everywhere. But the placement of things is in good taste and contributes to the warm inviting atmosphere of the joint.


How The Fremont  looks, while most certainly fun and “down home”, doesn’t remotely begin to tell its full story. The food they serve here is absolutely glorious. Let’s start with the coffee. Do you know many fancy expensive restaurants who serve their coffee individually brewed in plunge pots? No? I didn’t think so and remember this place calls itself a diner.


Everyone at our table had a different dish and it would take too long to tell you about each one. So I’ll just tell you about mine. Deep fried …..oysters with a remoulade sauce and lemon on a bed of baby salad greens sitting with scrambled eggs on top of the best home fries you ever tasted. I my wildest dreams I never would imaging eating such food for breakfast but it was absolutely super-good.


We had already asked for the check when our nice very cheerful waitress casually threw a curveball at us. “How’d you folks like some pie for dessert?” And by then to be honest, as far as I was concerned, it was what-the-hell time and I didn’t feel the least bit strange ordering the pecan pie with spoons for all.

Sometimes you just give it over and go with the flow.


Flaming Red Bush


The glow of the almost full moon last night teamed up with the house lights of the place across the way to create a flaming red bush.

Fun to see…beautiful and a tad spooky.

Little Church In Marin County


Petaluma “Chickaluma” “River City”


Founded by Spanish settlers in 1776, the Petaluma area was part of a 66,000 acre Mexican land grant of 1834 by Governor Jose Figueroa called Rancho Petaluma . American pioneers flocked into Petaluma from the eastern United States after the discovery of gold in California in 1849. The town’s position at the head of the Petaluma River in the heart of the surrounding prosperous farmland was critical to its rapid growth during the 19th and early 20th centuries.

Petaluma soon became known for its grain milling and chicken processing industries, which continue today but as a much smaller part of its commerce. Many of the river’s once bustling piers are now abandoned and rotting.


At one time, Petaluma was known as the “Egg Capital of the World,” with the nickname of “Chickaluma.”  Petaluma was basically undamaged after the San Francisco quake of 1906, due to the stable bedrock underlying the region. As one of the few communities left standing after the quake, Petaluma was the staging point for most of the regions relief efforts.

Today the river, while still used commercially, flows quietly about its business.

River Bank

A place for dreaming and reflecting on what has been and is becoming.


Waiting For?

Waiting For?

Backyard Beauty


We can easily forget it’s there. We see it so regularly, we take it for granted. But like loving spouses or old friends it waits patiently brimming with beauty. And when our preoccupied vision finally clears we are startled by the joy of realizing it has been there all along.


Black Clouds and A Purple Lady


The rain around here has stopped for now and the dark clouds that have hung over us for the last few days are thankfully leaking sunlight. They say we have gotten as much as 6 inches of water dumped on Petaluma from the last storm. However, that is not nearly what this region needs. There would seem to be more rain coming soon. Good news for the environment, bad news for our walks.

This morning on our hike around our favorite 2 mile marsh loop trail, the walkers and runners were out in force. They tend to be the usual assortment of fitness buffs, dog owners, bird watchers, weight watchers and just plain tourists like us. Three-quarters of the way around the loop we ran into a happy chatty lady dressed in a LOT of purple who told us the story of how she got her hat.

It seems one day she was riding the ferry into San Francisco when she struck up a conversation with a young girl who was wearing a pretty knitted hat. The woman asked the child where she had gotten her hat and was told by the girl that mother had knitted it for her. The mother was sitting nearby and introductions were made. When the mother was asked whether she would knit a hat for for our purple walker friend the mother said yes and a few months later this hat arrived in a package with no return address and no bill.



The other thing the purple lady told us was that she owned a balloon company that had just received international recognition.

Needless to say it was a fun walk.

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