“So where are you staying?” the woman on the other side of the Avis counter asked as she processed our car rental. My husband and I had just arrived in Portland, Maine after a red-eye from San Diego followed by a botched connecting flight in Philadelphia. We were more than ready for our vacation to begin.
You thought I was gone, didn’t you? Gone as in not writing here any longer. Not posting recipes, or photos, or recording notes of what I’ve made.
I’m sure someone somewhere has deemed such negligence to be a blogging foul and most likely written a post about it listing the “Top Ten Things Not to Do” in blogging. But I’m here, not intentionally avoiding writing, but busy with other things and enjoying every minute of it.
It feels exactly like a vacation.
Chalk it up to amazing summer weather — weather that completely makes up for what we didn’t have last year. Clear skies, warm days, almost no humidity. Night breezes through open windows with a hint of salt in the air reminding me there’s an ocean not too far away.
I’ve not been lolling about, however.
My oldest niece asked me to make her wedding cake, and since I’ve not made one before, it’s been the excuse du jour to obsess over details — some important, and some not so much.
I’ve continued to behave like a DIY groupie on the patio project with my husband who has finally had time to help with the work. He mixes cement and I set the stones on the planter tops, making progress more quickly than I’m able to by myself. Bathroom towel bars have been replaced sans appropriate tools, dust has been wiped from my ancient sewing machine to make drapes for my office of fabric I purchased months and months ago, and boxes of things I saved for a reason I’ve forgotten have been sorted. At this point, cooking would be far easier.
I have done some cooking, but mostly uninvolved salads or pasta wedged between wedding cake experimentation, forced by lemon cake that wasn’t lemony enough according to taste testers.
Not so perfect.
When I was tired of having my head in the cake world, we’d get sandwiches from our favorite deli on the way to or from the beach after a rare walk, or before watching a not so rare sunset. We’ve sampled some of San Diego’s food trucks and taken a bit of a staycation, enjoying Southern California like a tourist might instead of taking it for granted which is something I’ve done for years and years.
Sounds pretty summerish, doesn’t it?
All I need is a hammock, some shade, a beverage and perhaps a bit of this carrot raisin salad I put my own spin on. It’s light, just slightly sweet, and full of fresh crunchiness. Perfect for a picnic anywhere you want to relax.
Hope your summer is going well, too.