Ranch Life Sunday off The Ranch
Since moving to the ranch two years ago, I’ve been back home approximately 78 times. If you do the math, that’s nearly once a week. I am super lucky in the fact that my new home is only 2.5 hours away from where I grew up in Reno, Nevada.
This has made moving to a town with one store and a post office a little easier on me. If it weren’t for being able to see my sister at the drop of a two and a half hour hat, I probably wouldn’t be able to handle the ticks, mosquitos, and cowpies.
This has also kept me in the spirit of city living. I love the country life, I mean, where else could I walk around in running shorts and muck boots and not get looked at weird? But, I also love a good craft cocktail and a $23 salad. Balance, eh?
Last weekend I headed to Reno to a pop-up dinner, at a bar called Death & Taxes. No where on the ranch can I get a duck-mousse
My girlfriend, Danielle, of Elise Events invited me to go a few months back, and tickets sold out nearly immediately. I would have bought tickets for Elders & Buckwheat to attend, but, there was only one left after I purchased mine, and I’m not one to play favorites.
Anyways, it was a real treat to head out on the town in some heels. Which
Between Butter + Salt’s perfect menu, and Death & Taxes‘ curated cocktails, the night was a wonderful treat. We were welcomed with duck mousse liver macarons (please don’t tell Eleanor) and a sparkling peach rosé cocktail. Things kept getting worse from there. ;)
Roasted carrots with goat milk yogurt (HELLO!) paired with an olive oil washed gin & blood orange number. I am ashamed to say the third course was my favorite, only because, we have a pet duck (Eleanor). The third course was smoked duck breast. It was heaven in my mouth, and I simply pretended it was coyote or something else I dislike greatly.
The main course, a Scotch braised lamb with mint
There was no steak served, and I did not spy any cans of Coors (nor was it on draft), it was a great mini vacation from the sprawling metropolis of the ranch.
Butter + Salts’ beet salt upgraded my love of bread into an addiction. My family is currently planning their intervention. I hope no one noticed when I bagged some up in a little plastic bag like a drug dealer. That Aubrey, she’s got magic hands.