Today, the Double-O’s and I spent a fun yet exhausting day in San Francisco. Both boys are off for the next five days and I didn’t feel like being cooped up at home stuffing socks into envelopes all day (sorry!). Instead, we followed Fitbomb up to the big city.
Before heading out the door, I slurped up a steaming bowl of meaty pressure cooker bone broth for breakfast.
Yesterday, I received my Valentine’s Day present to myself – a large Kuhn Rikon 8-quart pressure cooker – so I’ll be using it to make easy-peel hard-boiled eggs and meaty bone broth ALL. THE. TIME.
When we arrived in the city, the little guys and I wandered around the Ferry Building and visited my favorite shops and stands at the farmers’ market.
I love this beautiful food mecca and recommend it to everyone visiting the Bay Area.
Definitely try to visit it on a farmers’ market day (Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday) because the eats are phenomenal.
Plus, you can buy pastured, Whole30-approved, sugar-free bacon at Prather Ranch ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.
At lunchtime, my hubby met us for lunch and we split a spinach salad with an additional double serving of slow roasted pork from Il Cane Rosso…
…and my favorite burger in the world: a 4505 Meats double-meat Paleo burger with fried egg.
After our bellies were full, the boys and I hopped on a ferry bound for The Rock…
The weather was surprisingly fantastic and the boys had a blast wandering around the “spooky” prison.
Look at the crap they fed the prisoners:
No wonder they rioted.
I’ve lived in the Bay Area my whole life, but this was only my second trip to Alcatraz. Based on the grins on my boys’ faces, I’ve got a feeling that we’ll be heading back to the Rock much more frequently in the future – and I’m not even psychic.
At dinnertime, we met our besties at Roam Artisan Burgers.
While we shared our alpha 1 build of the Nom Nom Paleo iPad app with our buddies, I ate a lettuce-wrapped double-beef burger with bacon and avocado…
…and split a farmer’s salad. We added mini patties to the greens for Lil-O’s supper.
Man, I’m bushed. Time to get some shuteye!1