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I haven’t touched a camera in weeks. Whoops. So here’s a nice cameraphone post.

First off, ciao Florida. No more oranges and sunshine. Happy to be home, sad to go. Leaving contributed to non-posting… I was on the “use-all-the-weird-stuff-thats-been-siting-around-all-semester” diet. (aka pasta and frozen waffles… aka not the most thrilling blog material. Although we did have pumpkin pancakes with some of the pounds and gallons of pumpkin I’d apparently been hoarding since Thanksgiving season.) Then off to Seattle, where I did not go to Pike’s Place for the first time ever! I think that means my tourist status is wearing off. Much sushi and Trader Joes goodness and the traditional Asian lunches with Genia. First, Thai, in a cute little basement Thai spot off the Ave. Tofu pad thai and pork ramen. All good. We were in there for kind of a late-ish lunch, and after everyone but us left, the employees set up for their own family meal lunch…and my curiosity set in and I couldn’t resist asking all about the weird and amazingly tasty looking things they were devouring. Especially this fresh bright chopped salad… “That must be some lovely super authentic Thai spring salad,” I thought. “Oh, that’s Mexican!” they explained, and gave us each big flat tortillas topped with a sweet (and spicy, according to Genia) salsa of avocados and cabbage and mango and everything good. (And coconut water! Yum.)

Then Pho, on the Ave. Gigantic steaming bowls of rich broth chock-a-bloack full of noodles and topped with thinly sliced steak, cooked by the heat of the soup. A cool little joint with menus inside the tables, practically no decorations, and packed with people happily and completely ungracefully eating Pho. Plus…cream puffs.

Then wandering around Queen Anne with dear Logan and the boy she nannies, who happens to be the most adorable thing on earth, wistfully looking into cupcake shop windows but satisfying ourselves with bagels and lox. And many many samples of creamy herbed butter, swabbed onto bread like cheese at a cute little pasta shop.

Then home! Home to Idaho, to Moscow, for a big warm good meal at beloved ol’ Nectar. Honey and cheese (not surprisingly…turns out brie and honey are angelic together) then salads, then creamy spring pasta dotted with peas for Ma, clams for Pa, and meatballs and pizza for A. Then pizza with leftover meatball marinara on top… then bread with marinara… then practically an entire loaf of bread, dunked into the clam sauce. Then a very full walk home, to my own cozy house with my own cozy family!


I’m home, and it is a beautiful thing. Kinda. I’m a little bored. But aside from that, home is lovely. Best pal LP is home, had a bomb (as always) Greek salad (extra kalamatas) at Mikeys with Morgs, rode my bike to One World for coffee with SD (trying to recreate our McCall Fogglifter stops), got a haircut (this is big), and have hung out on the deck eating good Mama-dinners and chatting with the P’s a whole lot. And a Nectar stop with M & D, the Levy’s, and LP. Lots of new stuff on the menu, was having a horrible time deciding what to get, but twasn’t a problem, as Chef Eric sent out a little tester of everything I was dreaming of, as if he could read my hungry little mind. I ordered the pork skewers with panzanella and a beet salad, Bud and Camie split the creamy risotto, M&D both got a caprese-esque salad and something else but I can’t remember what. I was torn between the risotto (spotted with prosciutto and topped with creme fraiche) and the pork (brined in something and atop that good, bready, panzy) annnnnd the linguine (crowned -thesaurus- with confit tom sauce and basil.) Got the pork, needed me some protein, and was promised a bite of someone’s risotto. Not to worry. Got the linguine as an appie, a little tester of risotto with my dinner, and even a bite of the “Idaho ratatouille” that was with the halibut (I think.) Wohoo! Ex-intern is a good person to be! The linguine was totally doing it for me. I don’t really know what it was about it exactly, but it was so very very very good. And the pork, oh so tender and just tasty. Stuffed it in on top of all that pasta, a smidge of risotto, a passel of clams, bread and butter, roasty ratatouille, the beety-walnuty salad, and a bunch of bites of caprese + cucumber salad. Good food and good company. Lauren told us BYU stories, Buddy told us stories from the other end of the spectrum. I visited the kitchen and felt cooler than everyone else in the restaurant, waltzing back in there. We planned Florida trips. We all talked over each other. It was good.

Buddy and LP. Weird/Good expressions by both parties.

Buddy’s super special add anchovies caesar in the back, bread, clams, beet sal. Soft nice Nectar light cast over it all.

Incredulous Dad.

p.s. Noticed the new domain? Just these days! Like a real grown-up! Woop woop!