It seems I’ve been spending more time with my eye looking through the camera. San Francisco will do that to you, it’s just that unique and beautiful. Slowly California is beginning to feel like home. Comforting and familiar smells have been coming from the kitchen, the voices of family and dear friends have been chatting away at our kitchen table, a routine has begun to develop, a church family has been discovered, and much exploring has been done…

Teeny tiny meatballs ready for their browning.

Saturday morning breakfast for two.

Discovering the 15 limes for a dollar deal at a little Hispanic market in the Mission.

Turning those limes into margaritas 4 nights this week. For the record, my husband makes the best margaritas, ever.

The view outside my kitchen window.

Images: sammyw