Your never know what you may stumble upon in the great outdoors.
Today I experienced a most unexpected delightful, yet strange afternoon. 3:30 finally came closing out a rather hectic day of nothing working out as it should. First someone accidentally turned off the oven containing the bulk of my roasted vegetables, a catastrophe I discovered at 10:45am when I checked on them to make sure they were not going to burn up. Now roasted vegetables take around 25 minutes to cook and I needed them for an 11:15 service. Luckily I had one axillary pan in a separate oven and it was just enough to get me started.
Then my mashed potatoes came out a little too dry from my liking and a bit on the bland side since we were all out of fresh garlic. How does a professional kitchen run out of fresh garlic?!!!!? Finally someone must have bumped into my rotisserie oven and mistakenly turned off one of the motors thus keeping an entire side (four racks containing 50 lbs of turkey) from turning. One side was completely charred. I made out like a bandit in this case also because after cutting off the burnt side the rest was still usable and actually still quite tender all things considered. My meal was serve able and as it turns out was completely eaten.
If all that was not enough my boss thought it would be best utilize my skills for cleaning the entire kitchen for the last two hours of work. Needless to say when that clock striked 3:3o I was more then jubilant to get the fuck out of there. After missing a surf yesterday (see surflog for details) I was chomping at the bit to get some water time so it was off to Rincon. I knew the swell was down from the previous days, but I had hopes I could find something to surf. Unfortunately for me as I passed Santa Claus I noticed a serious lack of waves, strong onshore wind and a -2 low tide. That being the case there was not going to be many places to surf besides either Rincon or Cstreet and since Santa Claus is a Rincon indicator I immediately lost my enthusiasm.
I cruised to the Con just the same and strolled down the trail to see if there were any grovel able waves. It was super small maybe knee to waist high, but clean and long lines, plus there was only three guys on it. Still not decided I began to bumble my way up the the top of the point to see what was coming in up at both Indicator and River Mouth. About mid way up the point I noticed this gathering of people chilling on the rocks just about adjacent to where one would line up to surf proper cove.
As Im approaching this ensemble I hear one of them say “lets ask the chef’s opinion”. Immediately proceeding the hollering of the word chef in my direction. At first forgetting that I was still wearing my coat and work uniform I did not realize it was myself to whom they were addressing. I meandered my way over to them and saw they had quite the quaint little spread going on. This gang of out door enthusiasts had a splendid little picnic going on right in the midst of one of the best right hand point breaks in the world on a day off.
They had the most adorable little round coffee table made from roth iron with a little removable bamboo wood finished round top. On the table they had a loaf of olive bread, a giant bowl of guacamole, an opened bottle of Chenin Blanc, a silver decorative platter with these roasted tomatoes with mozzarella balls and basil on it and next to that another large silver decorative bowl with a mix greens chicken salad. Under the table was a copper ice chest filled with a type of fruit salad dessert and another two bottles of wine. Like I said it was a real classy set up.
I walk over there and the first thing they ask is if I would like to join them, sample their foods and give my “professional” critique. Little did they know that Im hardly a chef being nothing more then a lowly bulk food line cook, but I can play any role and since I will be a chef in a few years figured a white lie could not hurt anyone. I sat down and enjoyed a gourmet afternoon snack with interesting strangers at Rincon while debating on whether or not to paddle.
I ended up hanging out for a half an hour enjoying wine and food and getting to know my benefactors. There was this older English guy totally grey with a Sean Connery beard (maybe he was Sean Connery Im always in such I fog I would not know the difference anyway). He was wearing a super nice grey with black poke-dote smoking jacket, nice slacks and loafers. Totally rich man casual. To his right was this older couple in their fifties who brought the food and owned an avocado farm in Carpinteria thus explaining the big bowl of guacamole. On their right were these two twenty something lesbians from San Fransisco (no surprise there) both of which were quite hot. Sitting next to them was another older guy who owned an antique shop in Carp and next to him was this crazy old hippie woman wearing a tunic.
Sean Connery had an interesting group of friends and as it turns out lived in one of the houses right there in the Rincon Point exclusive community. I must say the food and company was most refreshing. I had a great time. While I was sitting there I noticed a few really good sets in the close to chest high range come in and peel down the point now with only one other guy out. Derek Hynd on his crazy fin less board he has been riding at the Con the past week and his lady friend were just exiting the water. He kills those crazy fin less boards. You would not believe the speed he gets out of them until you see it in person. What would you expect from a surf icon of his esteem.
If it was good enough for Derek it was good enough for me (Im just glad he was not with Jack Johnson like he was the night Slater was out. I hate Jack Johnson. See The Champ has returned blog for more details). I suited up and paddled out. I ended up getting tons of great waves and few classic larrels as well as two legit barrels. I had a ball. There was a picturesque sunset. I stuck a perfect two foot out nose pick air reverse and met a chill guy named Donovan who gave me a free bar of wax before getting on his scooter and riding away sitting on his surfboard. What a most spectacular afternoon. It was definitely one for the books or for the blog in this case. I dont really know why things like this always happen to me. It could just be a right time right place coincidence, but it happens so often that I have to think there is more to it then that.
Sean Connery always knows how to have a good time.
One of surfing finest, Derek Hynd and his fin less wonder.
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