Elizabeth takes her comic reading very seriously. We made a few visits to this coffee shop over the weekend; they had divine espresso.The first morning there, the guys lost no time in acquainting themselves with the hot tub. Mind you, it's 9:30 in the morning. It's never too early for Corona as long as you're on vacation.
On the way home we visited nearby Dungeness Valley Creamery, where Albert and Anna buy their raw milk. It's a small enough operation that when people drop by unannounced they are allowed to walk around unescorted to say hello to the cows. Matteas LOVED the babies and really wanted to get into the pen with them. We had to physically restrain him, as his enthusiasm knew no bounds. I think he felt a connection with the calves; small, fuzzy, large brown eyes, lovers of milk, pitiful when hungry.
This is why my house is never clean; I get one job done and the second I turn my back, someone undoes it for me. That, and cocktail hour.
Speaking of cocktail hour, I found these cool wine goblets at an antique store in Sequim. We are perpetually breaking our wine glasses and have never been able to keep a matched set, so when I saw these cool sturdy blue ones I snatched them up. Aaron isn't wild about them because he thinks they look dated, but I told him to move away from dark wood paneling and towards crisp white table linens and big bouquets of hydrangeas.
One night last week it was WAY too hot to eat inside; our house has little to no insulation, so on a warm day it is easily ten degrees hotter inside by the end of the day than it is outside. I made some margaritaville flank steak(Celebrate the Rain), corn on the cob and a salad of mixed greens, strawberries, blue cheese and balsamic caramel. Damien and Aaron carried our old coffee table outside and laid out pillows and blankets. Jack sounded the Feasting Horn, and it was a good time.