For various reasons, touring San Francisco always gives us perplexed feelings. Meandering contours, lingering fogginess, and colorful shades all render the city dazzling and dynamic, but also lofty and eccentric. In a practical sense, the sinuous, traffic-jammed 40-mile drive between the suburban town we live in and the ocean-side metropolis makes it more distant and difficult to reach. Once in a while, however, we would overcome the mental barrier to plan a trip for a specific destination in the city, to feed a corner of our curious minds.
At the end of 2017, we decided to pay a visit to Alcatraz Island, an essential landmark of the San Francisco Bay. Even though mystery and thrill within Alcatraz’s very fabric, as an abandoned prison, met the requirements for popularity in contemporary culture, it only became appealing to us when we realized that it was now managed by the National Park System for its historical and ecological values. National parks never disappoint! This trip turned out to be a thought-provoking one as well.
For a winter day, the San Francisco Bay was sunny and warm, and moderately humid, which made the shuttle boat rides between the city and the island enjoyable. While the cluster of buildings on the island got close and started to its true rugged faces, it became clear that this isolated island had gone through such harsh conditions over its short history. In the 1920’s, Alcatraz served as a federal penitentiary that held America’s most notorious criminals. Their lives, in the forms of factual biographies, fictional films, and speculative anecdotes, added tremendously to the fame of the island. But only upon walking through the detailed audio tour of the island did the lives of the inmates became hauntingly tangible. The grand cellhouse, despite its size, did not boast spacious individual cells. In fact, the sheer concentration of cell rooms under the same roof made it suffocating even when viewed as an outsider. San Francisco’s vibrancy was clearly visible through the small windows along the walls, which must have added unimaginable weights to the thoughts of freedom. The Bay’s iconic landscapes, the turquoise water, verdant hills and vivid buildings, even became seemingly within reach when one would walk down the stairs the led to the outdoor recreation yard. And yet most knew that they were facing an agonizingly long wait, if any, before returning to the free world.
This unsurprisingly ensued riots with horrid violence, and attempted escapes with obscure outcomes. The Bay’s grim natural surroundings—cold water, speedy torrents, and occasional appearances of predatory sharks—resonated solemnly with the darkest side of human nature in these stories. Before long, authorities came to the realization that the torment of being places in this prison, both for inmates and federal personnel, was unbearable. That, in combination with the mammoth undertaking to financially maintain the prison, led to its end of service in the 1960’s. And yet history did not end here. A group of Native Americans claimed the island shortly after it was decommissioned, an act, among many others across the country, contributed to the Indian self-determination becoming the official US government policy.
When Spanish colonists first spotted it in the fog-locked bay in the 18th century, the island was said to be habitat of a large number of California brown pelicans, hence the name—”alcatraces” means pelicans in archaic Spanish. Nowadays, measured have been taken to preserve the breath of nature on this island that had been densely impacted by historical human activity. Between buildings and paths, native plants were stretching freely; birds and seals had also returned to multiply. “Alcatraz was never no good for nobody.” This was a famous quote from the island’s last inmate, Frank Weatherman. With a condensation of many historical events in a oddly isolated environment, the island had unfortunately gathered and reflected a remarkable number of human nature’s unflattering facets—sin, despair, prejudice… It was a consolation, however, that all were preserved and examined there today for a good reason.
Boudin Bakery is a must-go place for every tourist visiting San Francisco. As food enthusiasts, we could not say no to the opportunity of savoring one of the city’s most interesting culinary offerings—sourdough bread. I have to say, the deep tang of sourdough is an acquired taste. But its earthiness and complexity do become appealing when repeatedly tasted. Besides the signature clam chowder in sourdough bowl the is ordered by virtually every customer, Boudin is also creative about using sourdough for other bread-based dishes, waffles, pancakes, pizzas, tacos. Their shrimp pesto pizza we ordered this time hit a fabulous balance between freshness of seafood and that we decided to try it in our kitchen.
Breadmaking is an art, and not an easy one. And sourdough may be among the finest of the art. As beginners, we were not brave enough to grow our own starter from the floaters in air—we were told that could be scarily unpredictable. Instead, we requested dried starter from the famed Carl Griffith’s 1847 Oregon Trail Sourdough Starter. With that healthy, consistently robust colony of yeast, we also referenced King Arthur’s sourdough pizza crust recipe, and MyRecipes.com’s shrimp pesto pizza recipe, for our final production. A home kitchen’s oven can never reach the high temperature required to accomplish the authentic level crustiness of pizza, but we were satisfied with what we had, and the flavors were fantastic.
As we were looking for ingredients in the pantry, we saw a bottle of truffle oil gifted by a good friend, which we had not been able to use much. That immediately reminded us of a fragrant pancetta-arugula pizza flavored with truffle oil that we had tasted at a local bocce ball alley, Campo di Bocce. We quickly gathered a few things at hand and put together a modified version of that pizza, loosely following rusticcrust.com’s recipe, ommitting crumbled gorgonzola but drizzling a touch of truffle oil to impart some unique, strong flavors. These two pizza recipes seemed always appropriate to be served hot or cold under the perpetually mellow climate of Northern California’s inland valleys. —FXZ and WZ