A Romanesque Mother’s Day Dinner at La Pizzeria–Honoring All Mothers

Dennis Augustine

Cecile and I celebrated Mother’s Day weekend with dear friends Sarah and Bill Rothenberg at La Pizzeria in historic downtown Campbell. Born and raised in Rome, Antonella and her son Simone brought their family recipes to the Bay Area, eventually becoming owners of this cozy spot.

We shared a delicious Roman-style Margherita pizza to start, followed by a Mediterranean salad with beets, walnuts, and goat cheese, and a flavorful Penne Salsiccia with Italian sausage, mushrooms, spinach, and truffle oil. Bill enjoyed the eggplant parmesan with fresh mozzarella. For dessert we walked to the Campbell Creamery for custard and ice cream.

In honor of all mothers, I’d like to share this reflection by Kahlil Gibran:

“The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word ‘Mother’… She is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness.”

And this gentle reminder from Pamela Leo:

“Children need at least one person who thinks the sun rises and sets on them… and loves them unconditionally.”

Happy Mother’s Day to all who mother with love.

A Joyous Colorful Marital Union in the Glow of Sacred Fire & Love

by Dennis Augustine

I am honored to congratulate my Facebook friend, Jayshree Naidu, on the blessed marriage of her beautiful daughter, Kivashni Megan Govender, to Sirashen Naidoo. It warms my heart to know that the wedding took place in the vibrant city of Johannesburg, a true crossroads of cultures and traditions that I have had the pleasure of visiting back in the day.

Seeing the radiant photos you posted of Kivashni and Sirashen, adorned in their exquisitely colorful wedding attire, brought back my own cherished memories of India — a land I have journeyed to on three occasions, immersing myself in the profound spiritual teachings. These experiences instilled in me a deep love and respect for Indian customs, culture, and of course, its magnificent food!

One of the moments that touched me deeply at Kivashni and Sirashen’s wedding was a video of the Aarati ceremony. As the sacred lamp fire was circled three times from top to bottom and then lovingly around the heads of the bride and groom, it symbolized a prayer for divine blessings, the dispelling of negativity, and the invocation of light and auspiciousness upon their union. This simple yet profound ritual embodies the soul of Indian spirituality: offering reverence to the sacred light that dwells within us all.

Jayshree, your daughter Kivashni was a vision of grace, and the happiness shining in both her and Sirashen’s eyes is a testament to the strong foundations you have built. May their journey ahead be filled with as much warmth, brilliance, and sacred light as was present on their wedding day.

Dinner with Friends at Ambrosia India Bistro-A Meal with Meaning & Grace

by Dennis Augustine

We had a beautiful evening at Ambrosia India Bistro in Los Gatos—an elegant place whose name, drawn from Greek mythology, means “food of the gods.” The meal, featuring North Indian and South Indian and Indo-Chinese options, was rich and full of flavor. However, it was the presence of a bronze statue and large wall painting of Ganesha, a Hindu deity known as the “Remover of obstacles," that made it feel deeper than dinner.

As is tradition, I placed a folded dollar in the folds of the statue—not out of habit, but as a quiet offering for all wisdom teachings I learned during my three trips in India. The offering was on behalf of:

Cecile and me, for our friends Larry & Lucy, and for Yael & Elie—that whatever challenges lies ahead, may obstacles gently lift, and that the path forward may be peaceful, meaningful, and full of light.

The evening unfolded further with an invitation to Larry and Lucy’s home, where we sipped Verbena tea freshly cut from Lucy’s garden, and shared fruit tortes under the hush of the night.

Feeling grateful for friends, flavor, and small blessings.

Happy Birthday to our Amazing Handsome nephew Michael Augustine Jr.!

All the way from California, your Aunt Cecile and I are sending you the warmest wishes and big hugs on your special day. Watching you grow into the strong, grounded, and determined man you are today fills us with pride. Your love of indoor rock climbing says so much about you—your courage, focus, and unshakable grip on what matters most in life: family, integrity, and reaching ever higher.

Your bond with your brothers—Andrew, Brock, and Alex—is something truly special, and we know your dad, our beloved Michael Sr., is beaming with pride from above at the way you carry his spirit forward with strength and grace.

Keep climbing, keep thriving, and never stop being the inspiring soul you are.

With love,

Uncle Dennis & Aunt Cecile & Family

Enjoying the Cinco de Mayo Celebratory Vibes in Front of the Sap Center—Home of the Sharks

What a celebration of color, culture, and chrome! The scene in front of and around the SAP Center—home of the San Jose Sharks—was buzzing with lowriders, classic beauties, music, and pure community joy.

My friend Bill (who snapped some amazing photos) and I biked nearly 23 miles round trip to be part of the energy—and it was more than worth it. From dazzling paint jobs to bouncing hydraulics, every car told a story, every detail shimmered with pride and craftsmanship.

San Jose knows how to bring the soul and spirit of Cinco de Mayo alive!

#CarShow #SanJoseEvents #Lowriders #ClassicCars #ChicanoCulture #VivaLaCultura #BayAreaLife #ColorAndChrome #CommunityPride

Happy Birthday to our Dear Friend Maybelle from Mandalay, Myanmar (Burma)

by Dennis Augustine

Dear Maybelle,

Cecile and I send our heartfelt wishes for a joyous and blessed birthday! I treasure our long friendship since meeting you in Mandalay back in the mid-2000s during my meditation retreats. At the time, your daughter Michelle was just six—now she and her husband JJ have blessed you with beautiful Lyanna. We’re so happy you’re experiencing the joys of grandmotherhood in Allentown, PA.

Your devotion to your sisterhood group at Sacred Heart Church and your support of relief efforts in your community after Myanmar’s April earthquake speak volumes of your generous spirit.

Cecile and I fondly remember our 2018 visit to Southeast Asia, especially reconnecting with you and visiting the monastery together. Our daughter Michelle and Kyle still cherish meeting you all in 2017 and send their love.

With peace, love and blessings,

Dennis, Cecile & family

Cruising the Creekside Trails & Vasona Lake County Park with Kim and Al Chien

by Dennis Augustine

“No road is long with good company—especially on two wheels."

Biked with Kim and Al Chien from their home, setting out on the Los Gatos Creek Trail under an 80-degree sun that felt like summer’s warm embrace. We glided through Oak Meadow and Vasona Lake County Park—no traffic, no noise, just the sounds of nature and rhythm of the wheels.

Since I ride these paths daily, I guided us off the beaten path—onto quiet, hidden trails, where trees arched overhead and the breeze cooled our backs. In the shade, the ride slowed into something peaceful, almost meditative.

#LosGatosCreekTrail

#VasonaPark

#OakMeadowPark

#HiddenTrails

Dinner with Good Friends at Danbi Korean Restaurant & Gelato at Dolce Spazio

by Dennis Augustine

“Let’s live and enjoy the moment, because it will never come again.” — Korean proverb

Cecile and I enjoyed an early dinner with Susan and Nelson Bye at Danbi Korean Restaurant, newly opened in downtown Los Gatos on April 15, replacing Grocer and Goddess. Owner Janet Soh brings an upscale twist to Korean street food, expanding on her successful San Jose and Santa Teresa locations.

Danbi offers a creative blend of traditional Korean flavors with contemporary presentation. We were welcomed with complimentary banchan, kimchi, and rice. For our entrees, we shared Beef Short Ribs marinated in House Sauce, Korean-style Soy Glazed Fried Chicken, a Hot Stone Pot with beef, vegetables, and egg, and a platter of Chap Chae (stir-fried glass noodles with beef and vegetables).

The Los Gatos location features a stylish, vibrant decor, perfect for casual dinners or date nights. The staff, especially our waiter, was attentive and welcoming. Overall, we had a great experience and look forward to returning. (Tip: Arriving before 6 pm helps you avoid the crowds; reservations are only needed for parties of six or more.)

After dinner, we strolled down Santa Cruz Avenue for gelato at Dolce Spazio—Italian for “Sweet Space.”

Santa Cruz to Capitola: 25 Miles of Coastal Magic & Lunch at Zelda's

by Dennis Augustine

Bill and I set off on a two-wheeled escape, pedaling 25 miles from Santa Cruz to Capitola, chasing the morning clouds, sunshine, wind gusts and sea spray along the way.

West Cliff Drive rolled out like a ribbon along the coast—waves crashing like applause on the rocks, colorful ice plants blooming like they knew it was their moment. We passed the surfer statue, the lighthouse, and Pleasant Point where wet-suited daredevils danced with the waves like they were born in saltwater.

Somewhere along the Boardwalk, a chorus of sea lions held court beneath the pier—loud, proud, and packed tighter than a summer parking lot, proving once again that sunbathing and yelling are compatible. We nodded in respect and rolled on passed the Boardwalk amusement area, voted the "World’s Best Seaside Park.” This time the raucous was from a chorus of kids and adults alike, screaming with joy on the rollercoaster.

Took a peaceful detour around the Santa Cruz Yacht Harbor. Boats bobbed like they had nowhere better to be. Eventually, Capitola called us in with its candy-colored cottages and ocean breeze. Lunch at Zelda’s on the beach—Bill went bold with seared blackened Ahi salad, I stayed classic with a Cobb. Both excellent choices, even the seagulls and pigeons were anxious for a bite. We marveled at the rebuilt bridge in the bay glad to see it standing proud again after the catastrophic storm took out the midsection of it a few years ago.

Postscript: See short Video clips of Cluster of barking sea lions and surfers at the end of the photo gallery.

A Very Festive Easter Weekend Brunch & Easter Egg Hunt for the Grandkids

by Dennis Augustine

“Easter is the only time when it’s perfectly safe to put all our eggs in one basket.”-Evan Escar

Our son-in-law Kyle and brother Chip’s mom, Kim, along with her husband Al Chien, hosted a sumptuous Easter brunch for fourteen family members and friends at their beautiful home. Al greeted the adults with Ramos Gin Fizz cocktails-a perfect start to a spring celebration.

With her background in event planning and a flair for festive décor, Kim makes every major holiday a magical experience for both adults and our grandkids.

Lyla, Emmy, and August (Gus) lit up with excitement receiving their Easter baskets and dashing around the yard for the Easter Egg Hunt that Lolly (Kim) and Pop (Al) lovingly organized. Their joy was absolutely contagious!

A personal highlight for me—beyond celebrating with family—was meeting Al’s longtime friend, Michael. We quickly discovered we’re both Sicilian, or as we say in Sicilian slang, “Compa,” which is a friendly way of saying bro. He is from Santa Caterina Villarmosa located near picturesque seaside town of Cefalu, while my mother was born in Roccalumera, Messina near Taormina.

Wishing a Happy Easter to our family in New Jersey and Texas, to Kyle’s dad, Steve and GG, and Buona Pasqua to my family in Italy and Sicily. May your your Easter be as joyful and full of love as ours was!

"Holy Cow, What a Night!" A Causal Dinner with Friends at the New Mendocino Farms

by Dennis Augustine

It was one of those pleasantly mild evenings when the sky holds onto the last warm colors of the day just a little longer than usual. We had made plans to meet up with our good friends, Nelson and Susie Bye, for dinner at the new Mendocino Farms at Westgate in San Jose — a spot where Cecile and I were curious to try since it opened a few months ago.

Pulling into the parking lot, we were immediately greeted by the playful charm of the place — right out front stood a colorful quirky cow sculpture, that felt like a cross between a pop-art installation and a roadside attraction. It brought a smile to our faces even before we stepped through the doors.

Inside, the vibe was light and modern with a nod to the past — black-and-white murals lined the walls, showcasing vintage images of farmers, horse-drawn buggies, and rustic scenes that reminded us of a time when food and community were one and the same. The contrast between the old-world charm and the fresh, contemporary decor gave the space a unique warmth.

We ordered at the counter — the menu was creative and approachable, a mix of elevated sandwiches, like Prosciutto & Chicken with Fresh Mozzarella & Chicken Pesto Caprese sandwiches and Mama Chen’s Chinese Chicken Salad, and Thai Mango Salad. The staff was cheerful and genuinely attentive, bringing the food to our table with the kind of upbeat energy that made us feel like we were being welcomed into someone’s kitchen. Dinner was excellent — bold flavors, fresh ingredients, and thoughtful presentation without the fussiness. We laughed over bites of our food while catching up on our stories since we last saw each other.

As we stepped back outside, full and happy, we paused once more to admire and have our photo taken with the friendly cow out front — a fitting mascot for a place that doesn’t take itself too seriously, but knows how to do food and hospitality just right.

Happy Birthday to My Biking Partner Bill Rothenberg Born on April 15—TAX DAY!

Sharing a birthday with the IRS, explains why you’re so good at finding loopholes…especially the hidden ones—unknown shortcut trails tucked away throughout the South Bay! We’ve shared countless miles riding together and with mutual friends for many years. Thanks for making every ride smoother, every climb more fun, and every route an adventure. Here’s to another year of dodging traffic, conquering climbs, open roads, downhill rides, and exploring hidden gems throughout the Bay Area. Here’s to another year of smooth roads and tax-free miles. Let’s keep rolling. It’s my turn to treat for a birthday lunch ride!

Looking forward to our Santa Cruz to Capitola ride with Charlie. In the meantime, I attached a few photos of our San Francisco ride with Jimi and Jennifer Hunter earlier in the year.

Dinner with Friends at Mandala Indian Cuisine in Saratoga: A Vibrant Feast for the Senses”

“From the colorful welcoming rickshaw next to the full bar to the fragrant curries, every detail delights.”

Cecile and I had dinner with dear friends, Bill and Sarah Rothenberg at Mandala Indian Cuisine, in historic Saratoga, which offers a vibrant and inviting atmosphere that complements its diverse menu of North Indian dishes. The restaurant features both indoor and outdoor seating options, including a full bar and a decoratively adorned Indian rickshaw, adding to its colorful ambiance.

We give high praise for the restaurant’s elegant decor, sparkling clean environment, elegant plates and flatware, and cloth napkins with a decorative gold napkin holder. The service was as friendly, professional, and prompt. Our waiter is from Nepal.

For starters, we ordered a bread basket featuring Pesto Naan, Garlic Naan, and Plain Naan and Papadum (crispy cracker made with lentil); and Chicken Momo, a famous Nepalese style steamed chicken dumpling served tomato and sesame chutney and Grape and Avocado Salad. For our entrees, we shared Eggplant Curry, Butter Chicken simmered in tomato cream sauce, Chicken Saag in spinach, and Lamb Vindaloo. All entrees served with white Basmati rice.

For dessert, we went to Dairy Queen to cool our palattes from the deliciously pleasing curries at Mandala.

Shadow and Stillness: Stalking the Great Blue Heron During out Walk Around the Lake

Last evening, after dinner, Cecile and I strolled around the Rinconada Lake. It was one of those peaceful moments we cherished—just the two of us, walking in sync, enjoying the quiet. Then, Cecile whispered, “Look at that.”

I followed her gaze and spotted it—an elegant Great Blue Heron, standing motionless at the water’s edge. Its long slender legs were partially submerged, its sharp beak poised like a spear, its eyes locked onto the dark water below. The bird is a perfect hunter, patient and calculating.

But as it stalked its prey, I found myself stalking it. Carefully, I stepped closer, my i-phone in hand, eager to capture the moment. The heron’s body tensed, its elegant frame stretching ever so slightly. I held my breath, waiting. A single twitch of its neck, a sudden movement, and it would take to the sky. I inched forward, the heron remained still. My foot pressed into the soft earth, and just as I steadied my aim—Whoosh! Its massive wings unfurled, and the heron lifted off the ground with effortless grace, its shadow skimming across the lake’s surface. I snapped a burst of photos like a member of the paparazzi, hoping to catch it mid-flight, its broad wings catching the last light of the day.

“Did you get it?” Cecile asked. I checked my phone. A few blurry shots, a couple of silhouettes, and one—just one—where the heron’s wings were spread wide, its form majestic against the twilight sky. I turned the screen toward her. “Stalker caught in the act.” She smiled, slipping her arm under mine as we continued our walk. The lake was still again, the heron now just a distant figure gliding away toward the trees. The hunt was over—for both of us.

Two Beautiful Songbirds Crashed Into our Bay Window & A Compassionate Rescue

Two medium-sized Cedar Waxwings—with distinctive black masks and grey tails tipped in bright yellow—crashed into our floor-to-ceiling bay window overlooking the backyard terrace. Cecile, who was reading on the nearby sofa, was startled by the incident. I heard a loud thump from the den but couldn’t identify its source until Cecile exclaimed, “Oh no, a bird flew into the window, and it must be hurt; there’s blood on the glass.”

I opened the sliding door to check on the bird, initially believing there was only one. As I approached within two feet, it swiftly flew to a neighboring tree, bringing a sense of relief. After cleaning the window, something prompted me to revisit the terrace. There, under our rust-colored umbrella laid flat due to recent gusty winds, I discovered another bird and blood drop markings. Upon gently moving the umbrella, the bird toppled onto its side, raising its right wing before collapsing back down—it was clear this one was injured. The first bird, likely its mate, seemed to be standing guard nearby.

Concerned, Cecile and I agreed we should contact the Santa Clara Valley Bird Alliance (SCVBA). Despite it being a Sunday, they responded promptly. A rescuer arrived, assessed the situation, and determined the bird’s wing was damaged, rendering it unable to fly. Notably, the bird’s mate remained in the tree overlooking our terrace. The rescuer gently cradled the injured bird in a blanket, and drove it to an animal hospital. While we were grateful to aid the bird, it was bittersweet knowing the pair might never reunite during breading season, to focus on raising their young together.

Happy 48 Anniversary to My Beloved Cecile with Memories to Last a Lifetime: A Poem Seems "Apropos"

by Dennis Augustine

Forty-Eight Years of Marriage + Five Cecile: “The Heart of Us”

Forty-eight years + five is not just a number.

It’s mornings with quiet coffee,

evenings where words aren’t needed,

hands that have held on, even when letting go at times might have been easier.

There were storms—there always are.

Days when silence filled the space between us,

when laughter felt like something from another time.

But even on my worst day,

You remembered me on my best day

and beckoned me back.

If you have a partner like that,

you don’t give up on that partner—

because we all have worse days.

Love isn’t just the flowers on anniversaries,

or the perfect moments caught in photographs.

It’s the way she knows my footsteps on the stairs,

the way her voice is the first thing I listen for in a crowded room.

It’s the way she has forgiven me,

not once, but a thousand times,

and the way I have done the same

without ever keeping score.

Forty-eight years is love that outlasts the fire of youth,

love that bends but does not break,

love that is still reaching for my hand

as we walk forward,

together.

Happy Nowruz: A Persian New Year Celebration at Rinconada Hills In Los Gatos

by Dennis Augustine

The Rinconada Hills Association (RHA) Family Committee recently hosted a vibrant Nowruz celebration, bringing together neighbors and friends, including Lily, her husband Abbas, and Saeed, who led the event. Guests enjoyed Persian tea, wine, fruits, cookies, and other treats. The festivities featured children’s crafts, poetry readings, traditional music, and a lively dance party. Lily and Saeed read selections in Farsi and English from renowned Persian Sufi poets Rumi and Hafiz, known for their profound spiritual insights.

Nowruz, meaning “new day,” marks the Persian New Year and the first day of spring. Originating over 3,000 years ago and rooted in Zoroastrianism, it symbolizes renewal and harmony with nature. Celebrated in countries with significant Persian cultural influence, traditions include spring cleaning, gift exchanges, family gatherings, and buying new clothes. A notable ritual is the preparation of the Haft-Sin table, displaying seven items beginning with the Persian letter ‘S’:

• Seeb (apple) representing beauty • Seer (garlic) symbolizing health • Serkeh (vinegar) denoting patience • Sonbol (hyacinth) signifying spring • Samanu (sweet pudding) for fertility • Sabzeh (sprouts) for rebirth • Sekeh (coins) for wealth

A poem by Rumi from my library shelf encapsulates the spirit of Nowruz:

Nowruz is not just the sun reborn, it is a doorway, hidden in light, step through—if you dare—leave behind the weight of yesterday. Do not bring fear, do not bring doubt, for they are shadows, not truth. Bring only the ember of longing, the flame that says, “I am ready.” Spring does not argue with winter—it simply arrives. So too, must you. Nowruz is here. Open your hands, and walk into the new world.

This celebration at Rinconada Hills beautifully honored the rich traditions and cultural significance of Nowruz, fostering a sense of community and renewal among attendees.

Visiting Hajj—Founder of Nopnala Foods—"Mama Africa Approved Cuisine"

by Dennis Augustine

At the end of a 15-mile bike ride early this morning, Bill and I stopped at the Saratoga Farmers Market. The only thing I purchased was fresh orange juice and a container of Peanut Butter Stew from the Nopnala Foods kiosk. In its original version it can best be described as a rich, hearty and flavorful, melody of 100% Sonoma County grass fed beef with tomatoes, onions, veggies (yams) and a coconut peanut sauce that can be served over white or brown rice or grain of choice like couscous, quinoa, or polenta. I chose the vegetarian version with yams. In its original form, it is considered one of "The Gambia’s" National dishes.

In Gambian culture, where according to my son Jason who has traveled there, the people are warm and friendly, “Mama Approved” refers to food or products that meet the high standards of traditional, home-cooked meals—especially those prepared with care, authenticity, and wholesome ingredients. In many African cultures, including The Gambia, mothers and grandmothers are seen as the guardians of culinary traditions, passing down recipes and cooking methods that emphasize quality, freshness, and cultural heritage

As a small business owner and entrepreneur who goes by his nickname Hajj (original name is Alhagi Alieu Daffeh) he considers it an honor and a privilege to visit and support the farms of @tresorwomenwarrior in The Gambia. They are courageous and hardworking women who grow their own food, that not only help to support their families and communities but to teach the less fortunate people to become self sufficient and understand their role in their communities and country as a whole.

On the Road Again: Riding Between Storms

The power went back on the eve before, the storm had passed, leaving behind streets slick with rain and puddles that mirrored the shifting cloud formation above. Then, the sun came out and the streets began to dryout. Like an old friend calling my name, the road beckoned, as the world waited for the next wave of weather to roll in.

The wind picked up as I reached the open stretch of road on the creek trails. The hills glowed a deep emerald green, their slopes dotted with rivulets of water trickling down from last night’s downpour. The creeks that had been dry just a week ago were now rushing, their voices merging into a steady, calming murmur.

I pedaled harder, my body warming against the cool breeze. Clouds still loomed ahead, but for now, the blue sky above held. A hawk soared overhead, its wings outstretched, catching an updraft. I followed its path, feeling a sense of shared freedom—no deadlines, no obligations, just the steady cadence of my pedaling and the road stretching before me.

I kept riding, threading the needle between storms. The road was mine, the air electric with the promise of more rain, and I was exactly where I wanted to be—on the move, on my bike, on the road again.

Pho Lyfe: A Flavorful Vietnamese Restaurant with Cultural Heart and Soul

A family’s prosperity begins at the ancestral altar, where gratitude and offerings nourish both the living and the spirits.”—Vietnamese Proverb

Due to concurrent rain storms hitting the Bay Area, Cecile and I were craving Pho (traditional noodle soup), which we refer to as our Vietnamese comfort food. We found a new casual place called Pho Lyfe in Santa Clara, near my doctor’s office.

Cecile had the Vegetarian Pho and I had Pho with thinly cut steak and brisket that we found to be rich, flavorful and plentiful. It is well balanced with tender meats, fragrant herbs, and vermicelli noodles. The restaurant’s walls feature traditional roll-up artwork depicting everyday life in Vietnamese villages, adding a nostalgic and immersive touch.

The restaurant also features an altar, common in Vietnamese culture, found in homes and businesses to honor deities and ancestors, adding a spiritual component. The altar, adorned with offerings of fruit, green plants, and other traditional décor, reflects Vietnamese traditions of respect and reverence. The presence of statues enhances the space with a philosophical and deep cultural touch, creating an atmosphere reminding us that food is more than just nourishment and sustenance—It’s a sacred reflection of tradition and wisdom.

Proscript: Vietnam is one of the best coutries we have visited in South East Asia several times and frequenting Vietnamese Restaurants always makes us a bit nostalgic.