Thank you!
I got the pictures off Mike’s cell phone! Mainly, I was just being really oblivious. I didn’t realize you could push the abc thing and make letters instead of numbers. I never use a cell phone. I used to laugh at old fogies who couldn’t figure out their e-mail or how to sign into a website. I fear I have become an old fogey. I must admit I really liked texting while we were on our trip. It was a super simple way to communicate. Maybe it’s a good thing my cell phone has died a watery death.
So anyway, the pictures suck as you can see, but at least they will jar my memory of my goofy kid being the star of a show. I’ve always said the kid has star quality (including the sullen pout when things don’t go exactly his way).
How about another bloggy summer camp day? Day 29 – If you could live anywhere for one month this summer, where would it be and why? Would you ever unplug from the internet for a month or longer to go on such a trip?
At the moment, I’d say Vancouver. I’m assuming I have a bottomless wallet on this trip. I’m also assuming I can invite a few friends along. I loved Vancouver. It was so beautiful and it was so nice to get away from the heat. I would want to do a trip down to Astoria for a few days in that month. I loved Astoria in the summer. It’s such a quirky little town, full of stories. It’s beautiful, too, when it’s not raining.
Would I unplug from the internet for a month? Hell no! I suppose I would if that was a condition of my bottomless wallet, but otherwise I see no need to do away with the internet. I most certainly will not be camping.
Erik and I used to go spend 3 weeks in Oregon in July, but that was not stress free. It was nice to get away from the heat and it was nice to see family, but three weeks is way too much. Also, I pretty much hate my hometown. It’s ugly, boring, and filled with alcohol fueled violence. Not a place I would visit if I didn’t have a good reason.
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Guess what I did today! I made Eggs Benedict!
I thought it would be really hard to poach eggs and make hollandaise sauce, but they were both super easy. I used the blender method on the sauce and it turned out great, except it was a little bland. I think I forgot the salt.
The poached eggs were super simple. SUPER simple. How did I not know about poached eggs before this trip?
Oh yes. I know. My mother is a terrible cook who only eats over-cooked everything.
She kept four spices in her cupboards: salt, pepper, cinnamon and meat tenderizer. I always thought I hated steak, but it turns out I love steak. I just prefer it to be marinaded in SOMETHING for awhile and cooked medium rare. She would just throw on some meat tenderizer, then cook it till it was burnt through.
Eggs were the same: very well done.
Apparently I like things mainly raw.
I’ll never forget the first time I ate normal spaghetti and realized what I’d been missing out on my whole childhood. My mom’s version of spaghetti: Boil noodles. Cook hamburger meat with salt and pepper. Add a jar of straight tomato sauce (not pasta sauce, just unflavored tomato sauce) to the meat. Stir in some sugar. Pour over noodles. Serve with grated cheddar cheese and lettuce.
Is it any wonder I had no freakin’ clue how to cook and was a very picky eater? I was never given any food worth eating.
So poached eggs. Yes. Gimmegimmegimme.
Thank goodness for the Naked Chef and his ubiquitous prescence on Swedish television during my years over there. He taught me about basil, garlic, oregeno, flavor.
The most difficult part of my breakfast? Figuring out how to make hashbrowns. I bought frozen ones and just wasn’t sure how to cook them. Doh! I am not much of a potato person.
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We are supposed to go swimming today at the big community pool. It is so neat there, but it is way too scary to take the two kids on my own. Erik has had swimming lessons but is not confident in the water. Elsa is a water baby through and through and scares the crap out of me. She enjoys sticking her whole head under water at any given opportunity so I can’t count on her to be cautious. She kept trying to jump into any water source she could find in Vancouver, which was not good given our proximity to the Pacific Ocean.
Today is Mike’s last vacation day before the weekend (no way will I go there on a weekend) so it’s really our last chance. If only everyone would cooperate, we could be on our way. However, Elsa is still down for a nap and I am still waiting for a craigslist buyer to come get some diapers. She said she would come over after an appointment at 11. It is now 2:22. Where the heck is she? I don’t want to miss her because I need these diapers gone and she was the only one who bit. I suppose I could re-list them, but I get so tired of selling stuff. Ugh. I have a whole other batch of diapers (Blueberries and a Happy Heiney) I need to prep for selling and have been putting it off. It is actually easy to sell them on craigslist, but I am just lazy I suppose. So far nothing bad has happened with any of my craigslist selling, but every time I think of it I get tired just from the potential of running into crazy people. I ran into plenty of crazy people when I was selling through online means and I think it has scarred me for life.
Wait wait wait. . . at least Elsa is asleep so I don’t have to be too irked with this diaper lady.