This was one of those weekends that I wish I could live over again. We went up to my grandparents' house on Samish Island, and as usual ate dinner at Chuckanut Manor. They have the most incredible seafood, and I was tempted by the swordfish special and the seafood sauté, but I just had to get to the burger.
I know the picture is less than mouth-watering, but this burger is without a doubt one of the best ones I've eaten. And in my family, we eat a lot of burgers!
The fries were crisp and seasoned really well, and you can believe I cleaned my plate...and then helped out my aunt with her's :)
We got to the house and found out that my grandpa bought a truck. This big beautiful truck. I asked my dad why and he said it was because Poppop wants to be a cowboy, having just celebrated his 90th birthday. Go Poppop! :)
It was chilly and the first thing I did was turn on the little gas fire in the Montana Room, which is where I sleep. I had a Laura Ingalls Wilder moment as I was warming my pajamas on top and then putting them on right in front of the fire.
We went out again for breakfast, this time to a more casual place- the Edison Cafe.
Cinnamon rolls are one of my favorite breakfast treats, and I couldn't help but order this one, since it was made in house and all that. It came swimming in cream cheese and butter, and I was a pretty happy girl!
I also got the Farm to Market Omelette, which had tofu, sweet chili sauce, spinach, onions, tomatoes, and mushrooms. The only eggs I make at home are scrambled or fried, and an omelette was a nice departure from those.
My dad got the single pancake, which the menu promised was as big as the plate. He was not disappointed and even gave me a bite. And the conclusion I drew was that homemade whole wheat flax health nut pancakes are good, but diner pancakes with a generous helping of butter and maple syrup are way, way better.
The only real scheduled event on my calendar was a piano recital on Sunday afternoon, because I'd played in a competition last Wednesday and been chosen for the recital. My parents and I got all dressed up and drove to the church, and in a nutshell...we found out that the recital had been on Saturday afternoon instead. There was a miscommunication somewhere along the line, and it meant that I didn't get to play. So, we invited the family and friends who showed up and my piano teacher and her husband back to our house, where I gave a mini recital and we drank coffee and had cookies. It wasn't quite the stuffy honors recital we'd been expecting, but it was still nice. :)
So all things considered, a very good weekend. I hope yours was excellent, and I hope your coming week is a good one!
Love,
Rosie
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