When I was growing up, our family holidays were spent at the Russian River in Northern California. Back then it wasn’t trendy. We went there because a family friend owned a sprawling house made of logs on the riverbank, and our large family could stay economically. We’d play in the river, catch tadpoles and float on plastic blow-up rafts all day long.
In the evenings, we’d have a family style dinner: Spaghetti Bolognese, garlic bread from the local store, and a big salad made with Romaine lettuce with sprinkled with olive oil and red wine vinegar. We’d also have apple pie.