You know that story about how Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard and it was bare, and the dog didn’t even get anything to eat?
It isn’t true. The man and lady and I went on a family outing to a restaurant in Buellton called Mother Hubbard’s, and the cupboard might have been bare, but if so, it was because they put everything they had on the table for us to eat! No kidding!
We drove all along the ocean for a half an hour.
As soon as we stepped inside the cozy wooden restaurant, there was food, food, food to eat right away! Creamy deviled eggs with goat cheese!
I could have kept eating just eggs, but the servers brought out more and more food. All the ingredients were farmed right nearby.
Roasted garlic and fresh bread! Pasta salad with homemade bacon, corn and zucchini! Home cured prosciutto and herb encrusted roast leg of pork with carmelized-onion-coated purple potatoes and slow marinated char-grilled vegetables. I heard them call it a Locavore dinner. I just called it a yummy dinner.
One of the best things about this dinner, for me, was that we sat with people we didn’t even know. We got to meet them and talk to them and learn things about them. We met Tom and Linda. At first I was a little nervous they might not want to eat dinner with a monkey, but it turns out that they have stuffed folks living at their house too! They liked me right away. Linda really understood me.
Tom did let me try some of his hand-made Cherimoya ice cream with raspberries.
After all this, I really was truly stuffed, so I took a much-needed stroll around the dining room. You will never believe who I ran into. Other monkeys that actually live right there all the time. Or until someone buys them and takes them home.
Unexpectedly, I got to personally meet Father and Mother Hubbard! They are real people, not from a book! They did all the cooking themselves. I think they are very talented and energetic.
But the very best part of the whole evening is that I won a fabulous prize! I don’t even know how I did it. There was some kind of contest, and lots of happy shouting, and the man kept raising his hand again and again, and finally Mother Hubbard cried out, “One Ostrich Egg to the highest bidder!” The man gave it to me right away.
Delicious food, lots of new friends, a wonderful prize.
My trip to Mother Hubbards won’t be my last.
Tags: buellton, locavore, monkeys, mother hubbards, ostrich egg










June 29, 2010 at 12:26 pm |
Dear Earl,
Tom and I really enjoyed having dinner with you and your man and woman. Thanks for being such a great little monkey and letting us be a part of your blog. I hope we get to see you again someday!
June 29, 2010 at 12:53 pm |
Linda: you are so welcome. It was indeed a treat to meet such interesting people as you and Tom. You don’t know how I crave a more expanded view of culture. All the man and lady ever do is work, eat and dig in the dirt. No plays, no concerts, no out of town trips. Oh well, at least they are kind.
I hope you have a wonderful summer, and I do hope we meet again soon.
All the best,
Earl
July 21, 2010 at 5:53 am |
Earl is that you driving in the first picture? I’ve had to ban Monkey from driving as he’s not tall enough (even with cushions) to see over the steering wheel!