Drooling over this week's posted French Laundry menu did make me realize that while I'll have to be content with just reading their "TweetsFromThePass" rather than see it for myself, the fact remains that my personal view from my personal "pass" far exceeds anything Thomas Keller may see from any of his restaurants, ever. I mean, I've looked out over rivers, oceans, canyons, meadows, high granite peaks and cavernous valleys. Sometimes my view from my personal pass is simple, like a campfire, or spectacular, like an amazing Sierra sunset. Regardless, it does give me comfort to know that at least some tiny part of my cooking adventures rivals even the finest restaurants, even if that tiny part has absolutely nothing at all to do with the quality of the food gracing our respective passes.
So I decided to start a regular feature here, called "Views from the (Mountain) Pass" (see what I did there?) I'll start with what will be my final post about our recent Ft. Bragg beach picnic -- a photo of my view looking past the little single burner stove we used for this occasion.
I guess my pass is pretty damn awesome after all.