A Trip to Mother Hubbard’s

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. 

I helped navigate.

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 think I'll just help myself.

 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. 

A meal fit for a king. Or a hungry monkey.

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. 

Do you think you could get him to share?

Tom did let me try some of his hand-made Cherimoya ice cream with raspberries. 

He gave me a little bite.

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. 

My, you are a fine little chap.

Can you divulge any of their culinary secrets?

 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. 

They are so famous, I was a little shy with them.

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. 

I can't believe it is as big as me!

Delicious food, lots of  new friends, a wonderful prize. 

I have loved everything about this evening.

My trip to Mother Hubbards won’t be my last.

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3 Responses to “A Trip to Mother Hubbard’s”

  1. Linda Stuermer Says:

    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!

    • Earl Says:

      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

  2. Daisy Says:

    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!

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