Don and I spent all of 30 minutes in Pleasanton. We were excited to find this park as we drove through town on our way towards San Francisco. We had picked up some hot pasties earlier and we were eager to wolf them down before they were cold.
The flaky meat pies we sank our teeth into came from a small pastie shop in an area where Cornish miners settled long ago. The miners used to carry these hearty pies in their lunch pails when they headed into the mines. It was fun to know the mining history behind our meal, but mostly we were enjoying a little family nostalgia. The only other pasties either of us had ever eaten were made by Don's mom!
Mom's Picnic List
In honor of my mother on the first Mother's Day since she has passed, I dedicate a new list... Mom's Picnic List!
Mom loved picnics and she raised her kids to appreciate the simple pleasures of food, family and friends in the great out of doors.
I will spend a year reflecting on as many past picnics as I can remember. But, I'll also
appreciate the here and now by creating new picnic experiences. My goal is to share at least 60 picnic memories, since that's how many years Mom was a mom!
Let the picnics begin!