Dreamy Weekend...Day Two

The overcast light cascaded gently through the linen curtains.  The faint sound of the ocean in the background hummed rhythmically.  Neither of us stirred, happily cocooned in our bed underneath layers of bedding, which included a Peruvian wool blanket.  Eventually, the Boy slid out of bed and ran a bath in the over sized soaking tub, within the bathroom that is as large as my own bedroom. Over the years it has somehow become "our" custom that I bring the coffee to the Boy while he enjoys his morning soak!  Not that I mind, he adores the pampering, and I well appreciate consistency.  I quietly descended down the stairway, looking forward to a generous full bodied cup of coffee, always done in the pour-over method through very fresh, finely ground espresso roasted beans both from an Italian roaster in San Francisco and one in Fort Bragg-a perfect blend of deep, concentrated flavor, without too much acid. I sipped mine in the comfy chairs of our bedroom's turret, in a relaxed, contemplative mood, perusing the fabulous book on pates and terrines I discovered (which I have subsequently purchased after a long search) .

We went to the kitchen to visit with our friend and to enjoy another cup of joe.  Not long after, it was unanimously decided it was time to have brunch.

I opened a bottle of Cremant de Alsace, while Daniel sliced into generous slabs the lion's mane mushroom we plucked from the tree in my backyard. He drizzled it with his own fresh pressed olive oil, fresh thyme, sea salt and pepper, and put it in the oven to roast to a beautiful golden brown. 
 

To accompany the tasty fungus, he perfectly soft scrambled some eggs, from our own hens, with just a tease of truffled brie. With a simple salad of garden greens, we had made a very satisfying first meal of the day! 
And, we delighted in staying in our lounge wear until well after one in the afternoon!

Finally changing our clothes, we set out for a quick drive to our favorite resale barn, which has everything from meaningless junk to the occasional flow blue china, leaving empty handed this time.  A misty rain had ensued as we made our way onto the wharf in Point Arena, hoping to score some fresh caught local seafood, as we have done many times before.  While we waited for the boats to arrive, we conversed with the local fisherman and met the fish and game officer and his dog.  Soon, the boats arrived-with the first harvest of sea urchin for the season!  Bummer, we could not score any...even more of a bummer, it all goes to Japan!
After returning to the house, we opted for some afternoon yoga and a nap.  Upon awakening, it was time to think about dinner!
We snacked on some thinly sliced Iberico pork~a true treat of perfectly cured tenderloin of boar, fed only acorns.  Along with that, I whipped up a lemon caper aioli to enjoy with some smoked salmon.
Dinner that night was a risotto made with the braised pheasant legs from the night before, and some tiny little, perfectly tender brussels sprouts from the garden. With it, we enjoyed a 2009 Clos de Caillou, and fondly thought how much our french friends that make the wine would enjoy this place, and this dinner.