Our stay in Cabo was relaxing and reinvigorating, but I love being back home. I’m excited to start cooking in my own kitchen again — there’s nothing like being stuck with dull knives, teeny-tiny two-burner electric range, and zero seasonings except salt and pepper to make you appreciate your own crap.
Admittedly, I learned that most of my kitchen gadgets are unnecessary to whip up a good meal (but don’t you dare tell Fitbomb). For example, this morning, I stir-fried up all the remaining vegetables we had in the fridge and the last of the leftovers from Patagonia.
We cooked some scrambled eggs for the kids…
…and I hard-boiled the rest for our plane ride home. I patted myself on the back for cleaning out all the food in the refrigerator ‘cause that never happens. Hey, mom! Aren’t you proud of me?
Our ride to the airport wasn’t due to arrive until 1 p.m., so we all hopped in a cab for one last meal in town. We headed to the marina and stopped at The Office, a restaurant located right on the beach.
The spot looked like a tourist trap, so I was a bit dubious about the quality of the chow. Plus, the dining area was a little gimmicky for my taste. Most of the tables at The Office are placed right on the beach, so everyone’s chairs were pitched at odd angles as the legs sunk unevenly into the sand. I could smell the diesel from the water taxis wafting from the water, which wasn’t super-appetizing. And I could hear the host at the neighboring bar anounce that anyone who could do twenty push-ups on the beach would win a free round of shots. AT TEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING. Classy.
Plus, look at all this sugar on the table. Yee-uck.
I’m happy to report that my skepticism was totally unfounded. Our breakfast fare (yes, we had two breakfasts today) was well-prepared with fresh, seasonal ingredients.
Fitbomb and I split a chorizo scramble with guacamole…
…and a lobster omelet.
Our whole table also shared a ripe and fresh tropical fruit salad in a pineapple boat.
It was a great last meal in Cabo and we were able to romp on the beach before heading to the airport.
The Los Cabos airport has absolutely no options for Paleo eaters. There’s a Sbarro (fine purveyors of puffy cardboard pizza) and numerous kiosks that offer the same selection of Pringles and candy, but nothing that I cared to eat. I was relieved that I’d packed beef jerky, pistachios, and hard-boiled eggs to tide us over.
Our flight was uneventful, yet productive: the kids were immersed with their mobile devices while Fibomb and I worked on photos and recipes on our respective computers.
When we finally arrived back in the Bay Area, we were tired and hungry. We drove to the nearest In-N-Out for a quick, cheap dinner. I ordered my usual: protein-style triple meat burger — hold the spread — with mustard and a whole-grilled onion slice. When the lettuce-wrapped burger came, I smashed it into my face:
It’s nice to be back in our stomping grounds.
Time to wrap our kids’ gifts and pretend they came from some hirsute, metabolically-deranged home invader!