Berries & Cream

I realized that blogging is for narcissists.  Oh well, I am writing this for me.. and my one fan, you know who you are ;).  I just sat down with some of my mom’s lemon cake.. and remembered a book I saw today in the Santa Cruz bookstore, The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake.  Hahaha, I wonder what that is about because this cake is quite the opposite of particularly sad.

Today was Father’s Day and, like every other weekend, my parents planned a day at dog beach.  This was my first adventure there since they discovered this place shortly after I left for school.  It was nothing like a San Diego beach, that’s for sure, but the weather was great and Huck had a wonderful time.  He never looks happier than when he is attacking a wave.

We had some amazing food at an old favorite seafood place and my mom and I shared some berries and cream for the second day in a row.  The day before was an impromptu brunch and today for dessert.  There is something magical about berries and Chantilly or mascarpone whipped cream—so easy, sweet and summery that it reminds me of a few country songs.

The drive home was nice, good conversation, coffee, and radio.  I was granted the responsibility of DJ so I found a station that played chill, beach music when our country station had too much static.  The lineup was “All In” by Lifehouse, “Who Knew” by Pink and then a song evidently from my parent’s time, “Karma Chameleon” by Boy George.  I was trying to identify the song in my head when I was startled by two voices, in sync, “I'm a man without conviction/ I'm a man who doesn't know/ How to sell a contradiction/ You come and go”.  Gotta love my parents.  I was going to find a different song quote to end with, but my mind is still trying to make sense of this one.  I never thought this would happen but, yes, I am closing tonight with Boy George.  And look at that, I just finished the lemon cake.