Blueberry Crepes with Vanilla Ice Cream August 21, 2014
Zucchini and Corn Parmesan Fritters August 7, 2014
Raspberry Scones + a few pics from our Gulf Islands Getaway August 1, 2014
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 warn 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 any 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.