This afternoon, I caught some yarnies bombing some trees in Occidental Park. More coverage here.
I was invited to a foodcentric book club this evening. Lucky me, it was nearby enough to walk home. During ‘half-time’, Flora & Flying showed off her backyard. It’s wonderful! And green!
We discussed Blood, Bones, and Butter. I finished it in under a week, and would’ve even faster if left to my own devices.
Today was our fourth and final week of Sailing. I felt least newbie of all the weeks, and even did okay on our final exam. The biggest lesson I’ve learned is that knots are easy with practice, the wind is a whole world of its own to learn about, and I’m surprisingly tired the day afterward. Two hours non-stop on the water running a small boat takes more out of you than you think. We’ll go back for race night Fridays soon, though. And maybe bigger boats down the line.
Next on our agenda: Whidbey Island. I was recruited to help a dear friend move her stuff from a former home back to a place closer to Seattle. This friend happens to be on the other side of a great big ocean, so there was a bit of choreography as I was the one present to be the Stage Manager. We went up to Langley tonight to be ready for the morning move schedule.
Our sunset after a fine dinner at Prima Bistro, in “downtown” Langley.
Prima’s a fine stop on a main lane through Langley. As we scanned the bistro’s menu out front, a couple told us that they were returning for a second night in a row — they strongly encouraged us to join, too. Mr. T was hooked by the French-inspired menu and we spent a fair amount of time on our ordering strategy. The bar service was tops — I loved the Salt and Pepper cocktail. If you’re lucky to sit on the roof deck, they’ll even bring you blankets when the sun starts going down.
While I’d been to many other Kim Ricketts events and gatherings, until tonight I never made it to her series “What We Talk About When We Talk About Food.” I’d bought tickets at least twice before, but the third time was the charm.
My friend gfrancie is a genius with an ice cream maker. Today, she hosted one of her legendary Ice Cream Socials where we all spoiled our dinner, once again. It’s been an ongoing requirement for years.
Her son greeted us, coming and going, in his cape. He seemed practically grown up this time, I couldn’t help but think of times past.
As mentioned here before, I belong to LUPEC Seattle — the local branch of Ladies United for the Preservation of Endangered Cocktails. Our monthly outings are masterfully organized by Wendy Miller.
For June, in lieu of our traditional LUPEC gathering, she assigned homework: visit any of the bars LUPEC visited in the last year.
Sambar stood out from her list, but led me to question whether it was really a year ago that I visited last. Turns out, yes, it had been too long. So, when Courtney suggested a few of us gather for a study session, I jumped at the offer.
We convened soon after our workdays, as the sun was still pretty high. I took notes:
– My warm up — Noir SatinÃ©. Rye Whiskey, Strega, Cocchi Vermouth, Black Tea, Lemon Bitters. This worked. I liked the hint of black tea and lemon. The complex combination defeated lingering negative side effects of a challenging workday. Our merry little group was rolling right along.
– When it was time to order again, my eyes drifted to the food menu, despite original intentions to the contrary. I’d coveted Valentina’s Croque-Monsieur across the table, and ham and grilled cheese turned out to be a delicious accompaniment for the next cocktail.
– ClÃ©mence. Genever, Pineau-des-Charentes, Apricot, CrÃ©me de PÃªche, Lemon, Pastis. The Genever and Pastis bookends in the listing jumped out, and when the drink arrived, it was a refreshing hit with the whole table.
– There was opportunity for more, but responsibility was calling my name.
– Then, right after the tab was settled, I noticed several no-octane options that I would have chosen had I noticed. Ah, next time.
And there will be a next time, especially with Courtney, Tracy, Valentina, Cameo, and Heather. Thank you, ladies, for the great evening!
I discovered a set of king cake babies hanging out in Kim’s salt dish. I was compelled to arrange them more comfortably.
Later, we shared war stories over this year’s miserable gardening experiments (excepting this mint above) over a lovely sunset.
I discovered a new Android phone app today: Magic Hour. It’s like a supercharged Retro Camera, with customizable filters and loads of options.
This week is SMX Advanced, in Seattle. Tonight, I picked up my registration packet and stopped in at the welcome reception on the rooftop of the Bell Harbor Conference Center. Then, we had a final dinner with our friends visiting from Afghanistan.
I challenged a diplomat to air hockey and lost. 🙂
An old pal, Captain Amy, organized a photo scavenger hunt for a group of friends. She kicked it off with a list of 24 words or themes to photograph yesterday, at 3 PM. We gathered this afternoon for the voting with our printed images. Everyone chipped in $10 for a grand prize.
Mr. T and I were a team – we won! My favorite picture is shown above, and it demonstrates the word Little. It’s my little piglet from Cochon Butcher — the “baby” in the king cake I carried across the country in February.