SAUSAGE ALERT

MENDOCINO. Our secret spot. Deer, chipmunks, 'laxin in the hot tub, making fires, homemade chocolate chip banana bread...this is how we roll.

Me and the D took some time last weekend for reading, napping, eating, and the usual romancing that accompanies us wherever we go.
If you've never been to Mendo, (I'm pretty sure the locals never call it that), it's a postcard-perfect coastal town where everyone is an artist, fisherman, hippy or meth head, from what I can tell.
The population is approximately 2000, of which there are approximately 5 black people. Weird.
As for food, this time we tried the Mendocino Cafe. Simple and solid...D had an excellent gumbo, and I went for the pasta with cream sauce. There's nothing like a little butter, cream, cheese and carbs to soothe my hormonal unrest.
Spring Fashion Sidenote: our waiter was wearing a handcrafted beaded hemp necklace, artisanal silver rings, and a blousy shirt. Definitely a good sign. In Mendo, this type of personal statement seems right and true.
After inquiring about the extraordinary Andouille sausage in D's gumbo, our *I BRAKE FOR PEACE* waiter explained that it was made right up the street in Fort Bragg, population ~7000. We promptly made the 15 minute drive to discover an excess of public storage sites and one Roundman's Smokehouse. For a small town vigorously promoting the world of art glass wine stoppers, this was a major foodie find! We stocked up on turducken sausage, corned beef hash sausage, and bacon and jack sausage, all lovingly smoked on the premises and sold in their tiny but thoughtfully stocked specialty shop. We are moving to Mendo as soon as we can...in about 30 years, when we will have second and third homes all over the globe. Gotta go, the boss is coming!