It's been a while, I know, and so I wanted to pop in for at least a minute before the weekend rolls in. I still have a recipe or two from our Seattle trip that I would like to share with you. But for today, I've brought a few photographs instead. I hope you don't mind. They capture the best of my last, leisurely bites out west.
There were steaks and grilled onions eaten at dusk, leaning pancake towers, and feet on the table.
After a little over two weeks at our friends' lake house, we drove into Seattle for the remaining days of our trip. We ate a very special meal at a restaurant that feels more like a home, and sipped wine until our eyelids were heavy.
Pike Place Market is always swarming with a kind of vegetable paparazzi, and I happily joined their ranks. It's fun to play the tourist in a city that once was home. Who wouldn't be star-struck by dreamy vegetables like these? I walked through the market with my camera thumping against my stomach, and snapped away with the rest of the crowd.
We scooped cherries from upside-down-elephant boxes, and brought them to a barbeque at the home of friends. That Jocelyn makes a mean french fry.
Then, we flew home. I got right back down to business: I took another one of my comprehensive exams (just one more to go!) earlier this week; I'm settling back into my kitchen; I'm sending off friends who are moving across the country and around the world; and, at long last, I'm catching up here with you.
Vacation is lovely. But coming home is nice, too.
Enjoy the weekend, friends.