How do you relax?
Some people would relax with a drink on the beach, a book in a cozy corner, or other ways.
But what if you were a dog?
All you’d need is a sunny spot.
And complete abandon.
Pretty eyes. Just love this puppy! ❤
I haven’t had my finger nails painted in, like, 8 years or so. At least.
But that all changed last week.
(Unless you count the time I painted a few nails, then promptly removed it because I didn’t like it.)
Last week I attempted to paint my finger nails red. And I painted all the layers too soon after each other, and my polish got nicked and rippled. Also, I had painted all over my fingers, not just on the nails, since I have painted my nails in so long. So I took it off.
But the next day I just put on a clear coat, thinking that would at least be some nail polish, and I could start getting used to the feeling of having my nails painted.
Then today I painted them purple. And they turned out pretty well. My right hand is a little nicked, because I didn’t wait long enough between applying layers, and when I was finished, I went outside and picked up acorns instead of letting my nails dry as long as I should. I mean, think about it: pick up acorns with 7-year-old sister for the pig, or sit there and do nothing while your nails dry? Clear choice.
One of the reasons that I haven’t painted my nails is that I cook a lot, and the thought of my hands in the food with nail polish on the nails just grossed me out a little.
But today, in between layers, it hit me.
EVERY cook should have their nails painted.
Because it happens to the best of us and the worst of us, no matter how good your knife skills are. You’re chopping something in the kitchen, and either someone bumps you, your little sibling thinks it would be funny to scare you right now (NOT), the mail man rings the doorbell, or the FBI shows up (just kidding about that last part).
And you slip and cut yourself.
And besides the minor details of stopping the blood flow, getting through the freak-out session over the fact that you just cut yourself (the thought of the knife slicing your skin – YUCK!), wade through the apologies (or lack thereof) of the bumper or scarer, find somebody to keep you from hyperventilating, and determine whether or not you need stitches, there is always the important part of making sure that there are no nails left in whatever you were preparing. Particularly if the cut wasn’t of your skin, because your nails were long, and that’s what the knife got to first.
Just think: if your nails were neon green, wouldn’t they be much easier to find in the food you were chopping?
Now the only think you run into here is that if your nails are red, for example, they wouldn’t show up so well in tomatoes, for example. And dark green wouldn’t be great in romaine lettuce.
So this is what we need to do:
For those of us who paint our nails every day, you should coordinate your nail color with dinner. So, for example, if you are going to make spaghetti, you should paint your nails green, blue, or yellow, but should avoid most reds and browns, although certain shades of pink and orange would be O.K. (if they were bright enough). And if you were going to make a big salad, you should avoid greens and dark blues, and go for bright blue, turquoise, and any of the warm colors (red, orange, pink, yellow). You get the idea.
And for those of you that don’t paint your nails daily, you should try to pick a color that wouldn’t match your foods. Bright turquoise. Bright yellow. Any neon color would fit the bill. Just any color that was bright enough to be seen easily, and that doesn’t match any common foods.
So don’t you agree – All cooks should pain their nails?
NOTE: This was meant to be funny, not an actual representation of anything I do, or intend to do, or anything that I would like you to do. By all means, when you cut yourself, forget about your nail color or even where the nail went, and attend to your finger. And hygiene comes first. If it’s gross, throw it away. Over and out.
Saturday was when we did our sightseeing, since we had the full day in Seattle. And we began it and (almost) ended it with some great food.
So let’s start with some food.
The breakfast at the hotel was pretty awesome, even though it wasn’t included with the room. We both had the breakfast buffet, which had pancakes (regular and chocolate pancakes one morning, and tiramisu pancakes the next), some awesome sausages, scrambled eggs, oatmeal, bacon (cooked properly, too – nice and crispy!), local smoked salmon, salamis, cheeses (I think some at least were local), fruit, and a bunch of breads (which I totally avoided). And omelets and smoothies to order – It was amazing!
The first stop we made was to (drumroll)…Costco! We had some pretty sad luggage (my piece was over 30 years old, and Dad’s luggage had one handle missing, one falling off, and the other might have been cracked). So we picked up two new pieces at Costco.
Next we had to go to Walgreens, since I had forgotten mascara and I had also run out of lip balm. (???) Since I get my mascara online, I had no idea what brands were good, so after some deliberation, I picked one out, making sure that it wasn’t waterproof. Turns out it was designed to stay on for 24 hours, so I had quite a time trying to take it off. And it clumped. 😦 Oh well.
Then we were off to Seattle.
First stop was the Space Needle. I am just amazed that this thing is 60 years old, yet it doesn’t look dated. Like, at all. It still totally fits into the skyline. And the view from the top? Great.
Next we visited Chihuly Garden and Glass. Chihuly’s glass sculptures are beautiful! I love the abstractedness, and the bright colors. Also, I love that he place several of his sculptures on black Plexiglas, and that they are in dimly lit rooms. It just adds to the awesomeness of the sculptures.
After Chihuly, we walked over to the International Fountain. A photo of this fountain had been featured on Bing a few weeks ago, and I thought it would be neat to see it. It was actually much cooler than I had expected. There was a water show to Beethoven’s 9th Symphony (Ode to Joy), which was neat to watch. The water was well coordinated with the music. At the end, the water went really high! Shortly after, a group of people came and danced on the other side of the fountain. Again, great to watch.
I had heard about Pike Place Market that morning (overhearing a conversation at breakfast), and wanted to go. You can’t get much better for someone like me (local food, local artisans, and, although I didn’t know this to begin with, old architecture). We walked through the market, but I (sadly) didn’t purchase anything (my #2 biggest regret, but my last regret – unless you count the fact that I got to the airport late for the trip home, and would have liked to change that). It was great to see the local food movement in another city. AND THEY HAVE FISH AT THEIR FARMER’S MARKET. I am jealous. The architecture of the place is beautiful, and it feels old, in a really good way. The lights are beautiful. And the variety is amazing. There were several shops selling flowers – and all the bouquets were unique and beautiful! Each one had a special quality about it that I can’t quite put my finger on. The placement of the flowers, the colors, were different than any arrangements I’d seen before. And they were gorgeous!
Then it was time for dinner. Dad had made reservations at his favorite restaurant in the world – The Metropolitan Grill. I have heard great things about this restaurant for years – and I have wanted to visit it, although I wasn’t sure when I ever would be able to. And now I was!
Dinner was AWESOME. The Met also had an heirloom tomato salad, which Dad and I split. It was completely different from the heirloom tomato salad we had at Seastar, but it was just as good. Slices of tomatoes topped with a perfectly-dressed green salad, feta cheese, and purple onions. I got a fun fizzy drink, some ginger raspberry thing which had a fancy name, but I can’t really remember it. The drink was really good, though! For my main dish, I got steak (what Metropolitan Grill is famous for). IT. WAS. A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. Dad got prime rib, which he said was really good. I believe him. It looked beautiful. We also got a side of asparagus. For dessert, we shared a flourless chocolate lava cake. Very, very tasty.
We had planned to ride the Seattle Great Wheel after dinner, but I was a little wary of going around and around in a circle after stuffing myself, but by the time we drove over there, purchased tickets, and waited in line, I was fine. And it wouldn’t be honest to tell you that I didn’t get a little scared on the wheel, but overall it was great. And the sunset. Oh the sunset. It was beautiful, over the Sound.
Then, thoroughly exhausted from a day of walking, we headed back to our hotel. I drifted to sleep watching the lights of Bellevue from the window.
The next day I went home.
Seattle was beautiful. I hope to go back someday and see more of it, as the little bit I saw only made me want to see more. And taste more, too! I feel so blessed that I had this amazing opportunity to visit this beautiful city!
(And if you ever get the chance to go, DO IT!)
[breakfast – awesome sausages-the one in front is feta, spinach, and apple (I think), bacon, and potatoes]
[breakfast, part 2: clementine, cheese, salamis, tomato, onion, cucumbers, pineapple, cantaloupe, orange, and smoked salmon]
[heading into Seattle]
Hello, Seattle, I am a mountaineer,
[almost there, crossing Lake Union (I think)]
In the hills and highlands,
[that is Seattle on the right side]
I fall asleep in hospital parking lots,
[Hello, Seattle! I’m finally here!]
And awake in your mouth
Hello Seattle, I am a manta ray
Deep beneath the blue waves
I’ll crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound
And construct a summer home
[at the Space Needle]
Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse
Throwing beams of bright lights
[on the viewing deck]
Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun,
Taking heed for everyone
Take me above your light
Carry me through the night
Hold me secure in flight
Sing me to sleep tonight
[walking to Chihuly Garden and Glass]
[this is from his collection “Persians”]
[if I remember correctly, this is supposed to resemble a garden. I think it does.]
[this walkway has a name. I have forgotten it.]
[Space Needle. Love this thing. It’s so photogenic. :)]
[the glass sculptures in the garden]
[the Pacific Science Center]
Oh, oh, I can’t even take it in.
[at the International Fountain]
Oh, oh, I can’t even take it in.
Oh, oh, I left my heart in metropolis.
[at the end of Beethoven’s 9th, the water went really high (boy, do I sound intelligent tonight!)]
So far apart, I check but the coast was clear,
[Experience Music Project Museum]
I feel like a postcard,
I wish you were here.
[Going to Pike Place Market]
Subway through the dark, carriage through the park.
Taxi down the street, get out and use my feet
[The fish counter – see, what did I tell you!]
Don’t matter much to me what it is that I do
As long as I’m coming home with you
[people, lights, architecture. love it]
Oh, oh, oh, as far as I can see
You’re the only one, the only one that can get to me
[out in front of the market – aren’t those peppers lovely?]
[The Metropolitan Grill, where we had dinner]
[my AWESOME fizzy drink, whatever it was called – I forgot before I even finished it]
[heirloom tomato salad]
[you know it’s a fancy restaurant when the butter comes like this, looking like ice cream]
[my dinner – steak and a potato]
[and dessert – a flourless chocolate lava cake]
[there is interesting architecture all over Seattle]
Like a hijacked train
[sunset over Puget Sound]
Or a runaway train
[the Seattle Great Wheel at sunset – can’t decide whether I like this exposure…]
Or a speeding bullet
[…or this exposure better. I can’t believe I let that lamppost be in my picture. grrr…]
There’s no stopping this!
[the Seattle Great Wheel]
I left my heart in metropolis!
[the sky put on a beautiful show for us]
[What did I tell you? I LOVE the Space Needle!]
[sailboat coming home]
[playing with shutter speed]
Like a hijacked plane,
[going back to our car – street shots]
or a runaway train
or a speeding bullet, there’s no stopping this.
I left my heart in metropolis.
Oh, oh, I can’t even take it in.
[actually, this picture was taken last. I just have to let you know that.]
Oh, oh, I can’t even take it in.
[goodbye, Seattle! I’ll miss you!]
Oh, oh, I left my heart in metropolis!
Songs: Hello, Seattle written by Adam Young and Metropolis written by Adam Young and Matthew Thiessen
These two songs were songs I thought of, listened to, and had in my head while we were in Seattle.
I am a mountaineer
In the hills and highlands…”
~Owl City, “Hello Seattle”
You’re going to hear more of that song.
Two weekends ago I had the awesome opportunity to visit Seattle, Washington! My Dad had two separate business trips on the West Coast, one ending Friday afternoon and the other starting the following Monday morning. So instead of him flying home on Saturday and flying out again on Sunday, he chose to just go straight from one destination to the next. And I flew out to spend the weekend with him!
So, let’s dive right in.
This was my first time flying by myself. I was nervous – particularly about taking off and landing. I get a little nervous about that, and when I flew previously, I had someone’s hand to hold – usually my mom’s or my brother’s. And unless I had some super nice person sitting next to me, I wouldn’t have anyone to freak out to. But I did fine, and now taking off doesn’t scare me, but landing still does. Just a little. 😉
So I flew out on Friday, at 11 in the morning. I arrived in Seattle at 2-ish Seattle time. Which put me at almost six hours since my last meal. (I had forgotten to grab some cheese sticks to take on the plane, and so had only had a banana. And all the snacks that they had on the plane contained grains. So no luck there.)
My first order of business after getting off the plane was food. As I walked down the B terminal, I looked at all the restaurants: Quizno’s. A Mexican place that was rather small and had a bar – not somewhere I wanted to be. McDonald’s. As I walked by each place, I new that there wasn’t a whole lot that I could get at any of them. So I continued to the main area of the airport, where there was a whole collection of restaurants. And there they had a directory of all the restaurants in the whole airport. I spotted, way at the other end of the C terminal, a restaurant that looked pretty promising – Wolfgang Puck Gourmet Express. The distance I had already traversed, from my gate to this directory, was about the same as the distance from this directory to the restaurant. Which wouldn’t have been bad at all if I wasn’t hauling a camera bag and my on board bag, which was a backpack, holding my purse, three books (one of them over 1400 pages long), and my sweater. So pretty heavy. So I hauled all the way over to the restaurant, stopping on the way to look another restaurant that I was hoping I could get something at (they had local cheese), but all they had were awesome-sounding sandwiches with that local cheese. I finally made it down to the Wolfgang Puck Gourmet Express, where I got a Greek salad, and then hauled all the way back to the main area of the airport.
Only to then realize that I left my 1 liter water bottle at the restaurant.
And I didn’t realize that until I had sat down, mixed my salad, and gotten all settled in to eat. So I packed everything back up and hauled back to the restaurant, where they had my water bottle.
Once I had actually started eating, a young lady right around my age came over and asked if she could sit with me. I said, “Sure!” She sat down, and we started chatting. Turns out she is in the army and was just stationed there, as she had graduated the day before.
After we had both finished eating and she had gone her way, I purchased me a White Chocolate Mocha at Starbucks. It was pretty good. I bummed later that I had had it, as I wish I had waited and gotten some more local tasty Seattle coffee. Oh well.
I sat and read for awhile, drinking my coffee, until it was time to go meet Dad.
Once Dad and I had met up, collected our luggage, and picked up our rental car, we drove out to Bellevue. (Dad would be staying here for his business trip, so that’s where we stayed. It’s about a 20 minute drive outside of Seattle. And beautiful!)
After checking in at our lovely hotel, unpacking, and video-calling Mom and the rest of my siblings, it was time for dinner. Dad had made reservations at a seafood place, Seastar, that he and Drake had visited when they were in Seattle several years ago.
Dinner. Was. Amazing.
First we had an heirloom tomato salad, which had heirloom tomatoes, pine nuts, Walla Walla onions, buffalo mozzarella, greens, and an awesome pesto vinaigrette. Dad had a Thai lemongrass shrimp soup, which he really liked, but I didn’t care for.
But that salad. Oh, that salad. It was out of this world. The flavors blended perfectly, and it was the right balance of everything. That was probably the best mozzarella cheese I had ever had, or at least the best that I had for awhile. I believe it was actually made from buffalo milk (traditionally, that’s what mozzarella is made with, or so I’ve heard).
For my main course I had pancetta-wrapped grilled white shrimp with garlic aioli and this awesome bacon-y salad. Again, awesome. And that’s about all I can say. 🙂
Dad had prosciutto-wrapped grilled scallops with thinly-sliced melon (the melon had a fancy name, which I can’t remember – it was watermelon and cantaloupe, if I remember correctly). He really liked it, but, again, I didn’t care for his so much. Which was great.
For dessert, Dad had black and white crème brulee. He said the chocolate part wasn’t that good, but I believe the vanilla part was great.
I had sorbet – a scoop of lemon and one of guava passion fruit, I think. It was GOOOOOD. The lemon was OUT OF THIS WORLD.
And they gave use some caramels, one for each of us. I ate mine, and it was really good.
(Do I sound like a broken record? It was really good. It was awesome. *Sigh*)
And that was Day 1. Tune back (hopefully) soon for day 2!
My Greek salad
With Dad on the way to Bellevue
Bellevue straight ahead!
There were several walkways like this one across the streets in Bellevue (I saw maybe two or three)
Dad and I were going to walk to Seastar, but it was pouring rain (we WERE in Seattle), so we ended up having to go back and get the car. But I did get a few cool pictures!
(Remember the sign to this restaurant)
A (cool) walkway
Remember the sign to the Chinese restaurant? These guys were making dumplings or wontons. The man with the rolling pin the left corner would throw each wrapper up as he finished it. (You can forget the sign now.)
Chihuly glass sculpture
Dinner at Seastar – the heirloom tomato salad
(Excuse the bad pictures – it was dark.)
My sorbet (Mmmm…)
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