Author: Rachel

Our friends N&S invited us over for Friends Thanksgiving today. N spatchcocked a turkey according to Bittman’s guide. I have to tell you, this turkey was one of the best I ever recall. Mi compadres had not learned the term spatchcock yet. So that was fun. Somewhere, someone mentioned it the week before when describing their great Thanksgiving festivities. I’ve tried to track it down, to find out who to thank, to no avail.

Mr. T made mashed potatoes, sprizee made pie, her dude made stuffing, I made sweet potatoes, and we stayed from 1 until dark. Awesome, all of it.

My old colleague Todd (sometimes called Toad in these parts) had a birthday last month, but events kept us from celebrating til today. C combined the birthday celebration with a holiday open house.

For dinner, we stopped at Aloha Ramen. I had the spicy tan tan men and Mr. T had the Kimchee Ramen. We’ll be back. So good to break up my pho habit with a little ramen.

Then, we had Mr. T’s colleague’s birthday party. Lovely home, good chitchat amongst his new teammates, and I met someone from my hometown (though she’d been born in…Thibodaux). I gave her my deets so we can keep each other in the loop on any crawfish boils or Louisiana happenings in the PacNW. 🙂

An impromptu dinner invite took us to the Geraldine & Rand‘s for dinner. They taught us to make orecchiette (little ears). Dinner was amazing & since we couldn’t go without dessert, Geraldine baked up a chocolate cake in what felt like 5 minutes. We spent hours talking with friends and watched Community for the first time.

Great show. Great evening.

A lunchtime errand brought me to Queen Anne. I presume this is a prank on the van owner, but in looking closer while taking a picture, I see the Po-Po left their calling card.

This evening, I attended an early dinner with a lecture by a UW professor on managing massive amounts of data and another on Neurobotics. Both fascinating talks were given by brililant, inspiring, tech women. I left UW feeling very grateful to be living in this century, and in Seattle.

Our neighborhood’s official elementary school sells Christmas trees every year. We haven’t gotten one in recent years since we’ve been in Louisiana. This year, we’ll be around so the option’s on the table. Will we get one or will the silver tree suffice…?

Sprizee and I took Olaiya Land’s Holiday Gifts class together tonight. Maybe when we first signed up, I had a notion I’d give all the goodies away, but once in the class it seemed less realistic. Especially once I tried the candied citrus. I knew that would never make it out of my house.

Other goodies: red pepper jelly, blueberry pecan granola, and rosemary shortbread cookies. All so good.

Dagmar invited us to join her for Afternoon Tea at the Sorrento Hotel’s Fireside Room. The Sorrento is a gorgeous hotel on First Hill. Rumor has it their happy hour is great for Christmas Eve. 🙂

I felt compelled to put the pretty flower on top, from my childhood backyard.

But what I really loved today was the Buffalo Shrimp.

How have I never tried this before? Shrimp a la Buffalo Wing? Delicious. We had these at Sammy’s Grill on Highland while watching the Ole Miss/Miss St game, shortly before driving to the New Orleans airport.

The rest of the meal was okay. After a week of excess, I’d fancied my grilled shrimp poboy would be a healthier version of a beloved fried shrimp. There was way too much mayo on it — I consider it a wash. I was so focused on the Buffalo Shrimp and my un-pictured Jalapeno Cheese Fries (love this convention) that I can’t remember what Mr. T had…oh, wait, it was the Roast Beef Poboy. That was alright, too.

Tonight, some of my fellow high school grads met for our 15th reunion, at a gallery in our hometown. I love visiting with old friends, even if some of them have also moved to your new city and you saw them exactly 7 days before.

photo by Mr. T

I got up super-early to run the Turkey Trot 5k to support Louisiana’s March of Dimes. 31 minutes! Great time for little training.

I rallied to stay awake to make it through lunchtime at The Bay Leaf (a new Indian restaurant), but napped most of the afternoon away. I blame the Turkey Vindaloo.

Our big Thanksgiving event for the day was dinner at La Provence in Lacombe, La.

Our family’s menu:
Turkey, Veal, Mirliton stuffed trout with shrimp

Blue Crab Dumplings (unpictured), Salads (unpictured), Pumpkin Soup with Chanterelles (unpictured)

Bread Pudding, Apple Tarte, Creme Brulee

Favorites: Dumplings, Turkey, Bread Pudding

after dinner

My visits to Louisiana revolve around food. Y’all know this.

My mom, Mr. T & I started today with a disappointing lunch at The Chimes. There was ketchup on the shrimp poboy! Mr. T was not amused. My crab cake sandwich was missing something, I don’t know what. Serves us right for expecting to recapture our great experiences of March and December automagically.

We followed it up with The Strand, an excellent coffee-house pastry shop downtown. We ate our treats on the waterfront, watching the Mississippi go by and forgot all about lunch. Look at that sunshine! In November!

Dinner was at Roberto’s, to finally introduce Mr. T to a place I loved from my last trip in October. Between the fried green tomatoes, the Sensation Salad, and the fried catfish and shrimp, the trout a meuniere, I rolled out of there.

This was the scene above this, at 9 AM this morning:

After a comfortable flight (thanks to 1st class upgrades), we arrived in New Orleans for dinnertime. We hightailed it across the Huey Long Bridge to Westwego to find this legendary New Orleans-Italian restaurant named Mosca’s. Italian food in NOLA is its own sub-genre.

Their Chicken a la Grande was every bit as flavorful as the Sterns promised. (A good pic of the chicken is in this blog post.) We added salads and Spaghetti Bordelaise to round it out. I should’ve tried their red gravy, but someday. We under-ordered out of fear of over-ordering, so we sprung for dessert: Pineapple Fluff. It reminded me of the Dream Pie that motomotoyama makes with her great Turkey holiday dinners. In other words, I loved it.

Readjusting to Seattle for two days started off slowly today. Mid-afternoon, I noticed sunshine, so I raced to the nearby high school to take some pictures.

I spotted this giant iguana from the hallway to our hotel room, right after my final run in Puerto Vallarta. Shortly after lunch, we all taxied to el aeropuerto. Bye for now, Mexico.

I had a long flight to Minneapolis, for a long layover, then another long haul to Seattle. On the MSP -> SEA leg, I sat near a young lady who told me all about her love for Alaska. *adding to list of places to visit next year*

We started the day with plans for Punta Mita. Taxi cab fares didn’t match with what I’d seen on the board at a neighboring hotel, so we revised based on our concierge’s suggestion: Bucerias. We caught the bus, and an hour or so later, found the right umbrella. All for only 22 pesos, a tenth of what we’d wanted to spend on taxi fare. (13 pesos = 1 USD)

We ate lunch waterside & enjoyed the view.

The whole set, here:

Last night, we took a field trip into town. That kept us wanting to hang out at our resort most of today.
Here’s our Palapa, site of most meals:

The “quiet” pool:

At sunset, a cruise ship departed from the nearby marina:

My three traveling companions, at the sunset.
Now that all four of us were here, we devoted ourselves to taking full advantage of our hotel’s beach access.

Today’s final moments of the sunset:

Shortly before dinner and time on the town, Spanish practice thanks to Friends:

This morning, we slept in & acclimated ourselves to being in vacation mode, while Sybil Unrest (her derby moniker) was making her way to PVR. I took this pic from our balcony shortly before she arrived.

I have to admit, I loved our Surreal Watermelon decor once I looked closely & realized its surreality (is that what you’d call it?). I kept thinking about the artist. I was remiss in capturing the rest of the series in our other rooms.

In the early evening, we walked to the Mega, a gigantic supermarket. I made Moto pose with this giant kegger of cranberry juice.