Ed McIntyre served up scrumptious meals and interesting tidbits about his historic B&B.
By John Murphy
Much as I just finished off the last crumbs of a slice of boysenberry pie from the Julian Pie Company, I will also describe the last vestiges of my recent La Jolla vacation.
The three-day stay with the CalTrans Girl at The Bed and Breakfast Inn at La Jolla was as pleasant as the weather was mild.
Our B&B is at the old George Kautz House which was built in 1913. It sits next to the La Jolla Women’s Club (1914) and across the street from the La Jolla Recreation Center (1915). The women’s club and rec center were commissioned by the late Ellen Browning Scripps, a journalist and philanthropist who moved to La Jolla in 1896 and spent the final 35 years of her life there.
Scripps, according to our host and B&B owner “Captain Ed” McIntyre, used to hang out at the Kautz House. So did famous architect Frank Lloyd Wright, Wright contemporary Irving Gill and Kate Sessions, a botanist, horticulturist and landscape architect who is known as the “Mother of Balboa Park.”
Captain Ed’s B&B is listed as a historic destination. Among those who have also slept there was the iconic John Philip Souza. Souza was an American composer and conductor known for his military marches who wrote “The Stars and Stripes Forever,” and “Semper Fidelis” and “The Washington Post,” among others.
Well, I banged out a few blogs while at the B&B but did not design any buildings nor compose any military marches. But we did enjoy the property’s peaceful gardens and Captain Ed’s tasty morning breakfasts.
Captain Ed is intriguing. Originally from San Jose, he was an elementary school teacher in Apple Valley before becoming a marriage and family counselor, a bed and breakfast owner, a sailor and a fine chef. Ed’s wife of 36 years, Laurel, is also a marriage and family counselor.
Every day we spent in La Jolla, our host prepared a breakfast of yogurt and fruit, quiche, asparagus, deviled eggs, cheesecake and coffee.
“Green eggs and ham?” Ed likes to say as he offers up a platter of deviled eggs. “Sam I am.”
It has been difficult weaning myself away from such a lifestyle and returning to the blast-furnace temperatures of the Inland Empire. But I do have most of a Julian pie purchased on the way out of town and wistful memories of the vacation that was to tide me over.
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