World Series Game 2

Last night I was thrilled to be asked by my younger brother to go with him to Game 2 of the World Series at AT&T Park in San Francisco.  It was an awesome game with the Giants beating the Tigers 2-0.  The air was filled with the aroma of the food at the concession stands at the park.  AT&T Park has some of the best ballpark food.  Their lamb sausage is wonderful, smothered in peppers and onions.  (But I have to say that my brothers homemade lamb sausage is more flavorful.) The garlic fries are to die for with salt, parsley and minced garlic. The aroma of the cinnamon sugared walnuts roasting is mouth watering and they taste as great as they smell.  I partook in the lamb sausage and the garlic fries on Monday night when I was with my older brother at Game 7 of the pennant race.  He is more into the ballpark food than my younger brother.  He also likes to park the car in the more expensive garage across the street from the park.  My younger brother parks in the cheaper outdoor lots and walks about 5 blocks to the park.  Along the way he stops at a deli and gets these fantastic turkey sandwiches which we take in a cooler tote with drinks we brought from home.

This was only my 7th Giants game in my lifetime.  I am almost 60 years old.  My Dad had season tickets ever since the Giants moved from New York and my brothers have continued on with the tradition.  I live in Idaho and go down to California often during the year to visit.  It just happened that it was perfect timing that I was here for the playoffs and the Series.  My brothers sold their tickets to the first game of the series and were supposed to go together yesterday, but the eldest wasn’t feeling well so he was kind enough to give me the ticket.  My friends jokingly asked if I had poisoned him… but he had a really bad cold.  I had hinted around enough about maybe that this was my one chance to go to a Series game in my lifetime, subtly of course, and they took pity on their only sister!

It was the thrill of a lifetime and I will never forget it!

Here goes nothing…

I have been encouraged by my children and also some friends to start a blog.  I have no idea what I am doing, but here goes nothing.

I am married to a man who’s grandparents came to America from the Basque Country.  My grandparents came from the Azores Islands and from Spain. The Spanish side most likely has Basque in there somewhere along the line.  We are very involved in a Basque club in Idaho and I cook for the dinners that we serve at the club.  I am a cook, not a chef.  My recipes come from all over.  As this blog progresses I will attempt to share my recipes.  Looking forward to this new experience.