Raspberry Scones + a few pics from our Gulf Islands Getaway

After 5 years of marriage, still together, happier and stronger than ever, Brent and I decided to celebrate by spending 10 days in a car.
We started the trip by driving from Seattle to Vancouver to take the ferry to Victoria to spend 4 hours at our favorite restaurant. I know 4 hours sounds like a long time to spend at a restaurant, and I assure you that there wasn't a play or a show included. It wasn't dinner theatre. We were just eating. After dinner, while in a sugar induced coma, I drifted to sleep in the dreamiest bed you can imagine, made of clouds and cotton candy. It was pretty amazing that we got to stay at a place with this much comfort and style, but you never start your trip with the best accommodations. You're always going to be comparing the next stay with that one.

The next morning we had to stop at our favorite breakfast spot with the best cheesy waffles with an orange cream sauce around, so good that I tried to recreate them last year. (I lied when I said that we spent 10 days driving, what I meant to say was that we spent 10 days eating ourselves silly, obviously). The next day we drove up island to our favorite winery. I drank too much wine and passed out in the car. Brent drove, oh, did I forget to mention that Brent drove the whole time, bless him. We bought 4 bottles of wine and a bottle of champagne from the very same winery that supplied us with our wedding drinks, not because we're drunks, but because when you're spending ten days in a car driving you're going to need a little wine at the end of the day. We drank the champagne in a giant soaker tub over looking the ocean, at the spa where I convinced Brent to get his first massage. I made sure we were in the same room just so I could witness this rare event. I think it might have been a bad idea though, because at one point I heard a shuffle and then and oof, and I knew that she had probably gotten to his feet (I told him to warm her about the feet) and I was pretty confident that he probably just kicked her in the face. I almost burst out in laughter, but was way too relaxed to move an facial muscles. Clearly this wasn't her first time the massage therapist received a kick to the face though, because she handled the situation with style and grace.

Sweet Corn, Peach, and Cherry Salad with Creamy Goat Cheese and a Lime Dressing

This Friday marks the day, five years ago, when I wore a long flowing white dress, hands clammy carrying a bouquet of the most vibrant pink orchids I have ever seen, walking down a narrow sandy walkway that opened up into a beautiful view of the Olympic Peninsula, and said 'I do'. Five years ago I stood in the most breathtaking place I've ever known (Victoria, BC), with my love, my best friend, and my partner, and committed my life to him wholeheartedly. I've never had one ounce of doubt, from the very first day we met, until this day today. I loved him the first day I met him, and knew that instant that I wanted to share my life with him. His smile is intoxicating. His personality, charm, sense of humor, and compassion towards others inspires me to continually be a better person. I love him to pieces.

Sweet Cherry Pie + A Chance to Win a $50 Whole Foods Market Gift Card

Here we are in the thick of summer. It's about the time of year when I realize that shaving my legs everyday is a must, because you just can't slack in that department if you're planning to wear shorts often. Bikini waxing (ugh), that's also a thing. But there are also fun things to consider like biking everywhere in sandals, happy hour and summer patios, and no limits to the amount of ice cream that we will eat during the months of June, July, and August. It's summertime.

Currently, cherries are $5.99/lb, which is way better than $8.99/lb. At $8.99/lb, 2 pounds is close to twenty dollars, and I never buy them at that price, because I am always that person who is completely shocked when 20 dollars pops up onto the register screen (because the bag of cherries looked so small), and I always embarrassingly ask the cashier to take them off my bill. I've had this encounter one too many times, that I pretty much avoid them until they are a reasonable price (except for that 2 lb bag of sour cherries I just bought online for $15). Pretty soon cherries will be $3.99/lb, and by that time I will be so completely sick of them that it won't even be worth it. $3.99/lb also signifies the end of summer in my books, and for that reason alone, I will turn up my nose to those late summer cherries in disbelief that summer has to come to an end. Currently, at $5.99/lb, I am eating cherries everyday. I have recently learned about this new way to remove the pits with a paper clip (which is a novelty right now) so naturally I am de-pitting like it's my full time job. Give it a week, and I'll have a few things to say about cherry pits.

Eggplant and Chickpea Coconut Curry

What ever happened to North American Chinese food restaurants? In the small town where I was raised, there were two: Yong's and Ming's. The town next to us had three. The town after that had four. When I was a kid, that's what you did. You ordered Chinese food on Friday night, sometimes on Saturdays, and always on Christmas Eve. If you got bored, you could switch it up and order from the Pizza Hut or KFC, but Chinese was definitely the classier of the three. Some time between high school and University, Chinese food restaurants were replaced by Thai restaurants. Did people become afraid of the media hyped MSG or did the movie The Beach inspire a North American travel movement to Thailand, sparking the love and then later need for just one more bite of pad thai, red curry, or a vegetarian spring roll?

Sweet Lemon Sugar Cookies with a Creamy Lemon Buttercream Frosting

I keep a list of things that I want to accomplish in life. I thought that the older I become, the smaller the list would get. In fact, it is the opposite. The list of places I want to visit grows larger each year. The more aware I become of this big beautiful world. the more I want to see. For instance, last month I found this hotel in Kenya where you can stay with Giraffes. I mean, seriously.

There are still a few things that remain on my list from my late teen years: get a tattoo, get really mad and throw a glass at the wall, buy a VW bus and drive across North America. I've attempted to get a tattoo, twice, but each time I back out at the last second. I think that pretty soon I am going to have to either commit or let that one go. Throwing the glass at a wall is bound to happen sooner or later, and maybe one day, when Brent and I are old and wrinkly, we will buy a bus and drive across North America, and then I'll eventually get really pissed (because that's a lot of time to spend with someone in a small confined space), and I'll throw a glass at the wall.