Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts

Sunday, August 24, 2025

I'm Finally Done With It!

If you are interested in my recent train travel to Washington State and back, I finally finished my travel entries. 

My blog is in reverse chronological order, with the latest entry on top. So from this page, on the right you will notice a navigation bar. Click on July and scroll down. My first entry is called, "My Big Adventure: Train Travel to Seattle Day 1". It is dated July 15th. 

I've posted pictures, stories, recipes, and basically had a great time doing this. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoyed writing about it.





Monday, July 28, 2025

Strawberries, Sauces, and Lemon Drops

Michael, Camille, and I went out to dinner tonight at Grazie in Bothell. I had never had lasagna before and now I know what I’ve been missing.

Michael said Grazie does lasagna right. I may have good lasagna in the future, maybe even one made from someone’s treasured family recipe, but it will never be as good as the lasagna I had there. They topped it with three sauces arranged to resemble the Italian flag: a red meat sauce, a white béchamel, and a green pesto cream. It was rich, filling, and absolutely wonderful … and I have plenty left for lunch tomorrow.

For dessert, Camille and I shared Strawberries Marsala: fresh strawberries nestled in a cloud of whipped cream, mascarpone cheese, vanilla, and marsala wine. I’ve never had anything like it, but I’ll definitely be on the lookout for it from now on.

Michael and I both ordered Lemon Drops—lemon juice, vodka, triple sec, and simple syrup served in sugar-rimmed martini glasses. Who knew lemon anything could be so good?

I am full, happy, and looking forward to sleeping very well tonight. Also known as “the food coma.”









Tuesday, July 22, 2025

From Mocha to Mayhem: A Day Beneath Seattle

Today, Michael and I did the Underground Tour. We left the house at 10:00 a.m. for our 11:00 walking tour in downtown Seattle and arrived just in time… only to be shown to the waiting area where we did just that: waited.

11:15. Still waiting.

11:30. Michael got up and asked the desk what was going on. Apparently, there weren’t enough people scheduled for the 11:00 tour, so they bumped us to the 1:00 tour.

Why on earth didn’t they tell us? I failed Mind-Reading 101 miserably! Turns out they don’t do that kind of communication here—it’s a Seattle thing. No one really talks to each other. There’s even a name for it: The Seattle Freeze. In this situation, it meant we had an hour and a half to kill.

So we did what all self-proclaimed foodies do: we found a cute little café we’d never been to. It was a French café called Mirabelle by Orphée, complete with a gorgeous mural of a Parisian café and the Eiffel Tower in the background. 


Michael had the Madison chicken salad—arugula, chicken, caramelized onion, sesame seeds, mint, and a sweet-and-sour dressing. I went simpler: a baguette with salted French butter and Bonne Maman strawberry preserves. Very yummy!


We both ordered mochas, which were rich and creamy. Before we left, I used the restroom and saw a hilarious sign and poster that made me laugh out loud:



 
Still with some time to spare, we stopped at another coffee shop across the street. Michael ordered another mocha for comparison purposes (purely scientific, of course). We honestly couldn’t say which one we liked better. They were different but equally delicious. I think I’ve officially become a mocha fan.

We got back to the Underground Tour HQ at 12:45, just in time for… more waiting. But then the fun finally began.

Apparently, they didn’t exactly do things smart in Seattle back in the late 1800s. For starters, they built their city using measurements taken at low tide. Genius. Naturally, flooding became a problem, not to mention fires, mud churned up by horses and wagons, and sinkholes the size of swimming pools.

The holes began forming so rapidly that instead of fixing them, they just started naming them. According to our tour guide, they often made things worse on themselves, like using sawdust as a primary fill material. (It was cheap. So was their judgment.)

Then there was Henry Yesler, an opportunistic machinery man who set up a mill in Seattle. Within six months of arriving, some questions came up suggesting he hadn’t exactly acquired the land legally. But did that stop him? Nope.

Henry was a scoundrel, utterly lacking in morals or ethics. So naturally they made him mayor. Back then, the mayor had the power to settle lawsuits. Henry, being Henry, would sue the city as a private citizen and then settle the lawsuit as the mayor.

By doing this, he drained the city coffers twice, and that was just during his first term! The good people of Seattle rewarded him with two more terms.

Apparently, when we do something stupid, we double down on it.

Here are a few photos Michael took during the tour:

Tour Guide

Broken Concrete

Watercloset

Steel Beams supporting the sidewalk and street above

Tourist walkway. Very humid here, with a strong smell of mold.

Discarded building materials. Some of this is sure to be cut from old growth trees.

Lighting for the underground

Lighting Panel from below.

Before the 1889 Fire

Exit Sign

Roots growing down from street level

Bathtub that was discarded into the street during construction. Also discarded during construction were hundreds of dead animals and general garbage.

Please don’t lean

After the fire, trolley rails are deformed from the heat

“Sanitan Washdown Closet.”

Late 1800s letterpress with an old manual typewriter sitting on it.

After the fire. Michael thinks the building in the distance was the first building constructed for the University of Washington.

Later that evening, Camille made swordfish for dinner. It was AMAZING. I’d never had swordfish before, and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Here’s her recipe in case you want to impress someone:

 Camille’s Grilled Swordfish

  • ¼ cup olive oil
  • Juice from 1 lemon
  • Zest from 1 lemon
  • 1 tablespoon soy sauce
  • 3 cloves minced garlic
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • ¼ teaspoon pepper

Marinate serving-sized pieces of swordfish for at least 8 minutes but no more than 20. Grill on high for 5–6 minutes per side, or until internal temp reaches 135–145°F.

Serve with salad and Jasmine rice or rolls.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Surrounded by Morning People

This has got to be one of my favorite pictures. My poor brother. Surrounded by the abomination of nature called Morning People.


Sunday, August 16, 2015

Salt Lake Snow

We visited the Bonneville Salt Flats near Salt Lake City, Utah. I was astounded by the landscape - I had never before seen land so flat for so far. Amazing.

At the Salt Flats, we stopped to see a vehicle that was being built and tested by a university. We didn't get to see the car run, but Ian and I did have a photo op. Amazing how the salt looked, and felt, just like snow in 30 degree temperatures. It was somewhere in the neighborhood of 100 degrees when this photo was taken.

We had to taste the salt. Had to. You know what? It tasted just like salt!

Ian and I beside the rental car at the Bonneville Salt Flats

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Graduation

Graduation. The culmination of years of hard work, exhaustion, and a fair amount of tears. I did it. I earned my Masters degree in Mathematics Education.

But I didn't do it alone.

My brother Michael was a constant source of unwavering encouragement and support. Even though he lives on the other side of the country, I could not have done it without him. I've looked up to him since childhood; I have immense respect for him as an adult. When things go horribly wrong, Michael boosts me back up and offers objective advice to calm my emotional hailstorm. And when I've done something I think is stupid and I feel like I should turn in my Mensa membership card and tell them there's been a terrible mistake, Michael would probably tell me I'm right, which makes me laugh to recovery. Somehow he just instinctively knows what I need when I need it.  I love him, and when I grow up, I want to be just like him. But a female version with no chest hair. I cannot thank him enough. Worshiping him from afar will just have to do.

My son Ian was such a good kid through it all. When Mommy did her homework, Ian did his homework. And as he began evolving into a young man, he helped with chores to lighten my load. He's a better cook than I am. I love him as well. He changed my life for the better, although he'll never know how much until he has a child of his own. Just. Like. Him.

My mentors Karla and Annie were amazing during my time at WGU. They heard me laugh with joy and cry with frustration, kept me on track, and cut me slack when I needed it. They helped me when I struggled, and rejoiced in my successes. I got to meet them at my graduation. Their kindness, confidence and strength shines, and I am richer for having them in my life.

Wait to see what I can do as a middle school math teacher. Look out world!