Last weekend we slipped away from the city to the mountains for an inaugural family planning weekend. A lot of Al's friends from work have been doing this sort of thing for years and years and we thought it was such a good idea, that we decided to start the tradition as well. It's just a time to unplug a bit and think about what you want the year to look like, what goals you want to set, what character traits you want to develop, that sort of thing. But aside from all of the serious stuff, we knew food was high on the list of priorities of things to accomplish for the weekend.
We indulged in the grill a bit (a little luxury we have since forgotten in apartment life) ... and grilled everything. We underestimated said grill Friday night when our poor little pizza stone literally burned to death. A seemingly heavenly pizza; fresh mozzarella, basil, grape tomatoes, olive oil and sea salt ... with a bottom as black as night. Looks can be deceiving; there is a lesson in this dear pizza. Also pictured: Pan seared scallops atop bacon, with cilantro and tomatoes (!!) and grilled shrimp fajitas. FOOD. So good.