And now I'm home. Sitting at the computer, latte on the left, kittens snarfing down food in the kitchen on the right.
I have so many stories and pictures, I wondered how to compress them and hold your interest. Then I realized the common theme of my vacation is food. What I ate and who I ate it with.
As so many good stories do, the tale begins on Cape Cod, where the houses are shingled, the gardens are full of billowing hydrangeas and everyone is tanned and healthy.
The weather channel had promised me a week of blue skies and temps in the low 80's. The weather channel lied.
But we made the best of it. We worked out at the gym, saw a movie or two, got the best massage of our lives, walked dogs, read books, drank coffee and ate.
And then cooked and ate some some. Lobster rolls, salads with vegetables from the garden, eggplant dip, roast pork marinated for hours in lemon, oil, garlic and fresh herbs, sauteed scallops in a sauce of white wine, lemon and capers, and cod topped with red onion, tomatoes, Kalamata olives and handfuls of spinach. There was Susan's homemade granola for breakfast and the ripest berries and sweetest peaches I had eaten all summer.
On the coldest day of the week, dressed as if for July, we took a ferry over to Martha's Vineyard. It was more like October on the island. We by passed the people hawking rental cars and bikes and headed for The Black Dog, after purchasing a fleece jacket, and now looking like everyone else on the island, foraged for food.
Properly bundled and full of clam chowder we strolled off to investigate the gingerbread houses of Oak Buffs. And I found where I had come from.
Where I was now.
And what I hope to find at the end of the yellow brick road of this trip.
Ah, well, that was then, this is now.
Back to the laundry.
Still to come the food and friends of Boston, Maine and NYC.
OOOoh. I want to go there! Those houses are a hoot! It sounds like you had a wonderful vacation. We're going to Vermont in two weeks. Hopefully, we will have a similarly good time food and all. Of course when you come home, the kitties follow you around everywhere to make sure that you don't disappear again.
ReplyDeleteVermont should be beautiful in the early fall.
DeleteThe kittens wake me up at 5:00 to let me know how much they missed me.
I forgot about that part:-)
hahaha! Mine were also pleased to see me again.
DeleteIt sounds like a lovely time, and the food looks divine. Lobster rolls? Oh my!
ReplyDeleteI know. Lobster rolls twice. A dream come true.
DeleteThe Vineyard is such a wonderful place. Sorry you did not get your sun, hope it showed up later.
ReplyDeleteLuckily the company was so good I barely missed it. We did get one afternoon at the beach. And it was all I remembered it to be.
DeleteI adore those Oak Bluff cottages, like a fairy tale.
ReplyDeleteMaybe next summer I'll get you to the Catskills.
Were the kitties happy to see you? Of course they were.
The Catskills sound like a fairytale to me too.
DeleteIf you can get there by train I could do it!
i don't think the cats missed me as much as I missed them!
Too bad about the weather but I am sure that did not deter you from having fun.
ReplyDeleteThe Vineyard sounds so quaint and charming too....bet your cats missed you a lot.
The roommate told me they were sucking up to him big time once they realized he was the only game in town.
DeleteBut I think they missed me just a little...
I want to know the people who live in those wonderful colourdy houses! Where do they blog???
ReplyDeleteI think the houses are too tiny for computers. They write in longhand:-)
DeleteHysterical...how did you get so funny?
DeleteSuch pretty houses Jane! It's the sort of place I would love to visit in future!
ReplyDeleteHappy weekend!
Madelief x
You would love it.
DeleteWhat fun places to visit. Would love to take the trip!
ReplyDeleteIt was fabulous.
DeleteThat's what my house needs: Some pink gingerbread trim, a name plaque and a Dorothy statue. Glad you made it home safely and are enjoying your two little ones.
ReplyDeleteWell you have the BVM and the contractors are there so I think you can get a paint job working....shall we change the name to something cutesy?
DeleteSounds sooooo good. I bet 're-entry' was a challenge.
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You would think, but I don't have to go to work till next Tuesday so I'm still on vacay!
DeleteCan't wait for the Boston photos!!
ReplyDelete"everyone is tanned and healthy" Made me laugh. I remember the Cape as college kids, or everyone looks like weathered driftwood. I read your post and have yet to eat dinner tonight. 10:25 PM now. Even gingerbread cottages look delicious at this time.
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Maybe I meant wealthy? No, they use sunscreen now and the gyms are packed with retirees. And the women are way skinny.
ReplyDeleteYum, lobstah rolls! But, but, but...
ReplyDeleteno linguica?
Dommage, Madame, dommage!
D in D
Glad you're home safe and sound, well fed, and hopefully rested. Missed you.
ReplyDeletexoxo
Well, who knew there really is a Black Dog? Thought perhaps it was just part of the campy summer tv series, The Vineyard! The colors, trims, and names of the cottages are incredible. Have wanted to visit since reading a favorite novel by Ann Rivers Siddons, Up Island. Perhaps one day.. Please share more so I can live vicariously thru you and your vacation! Maybe I will even re-read Up Island! Happy weekend...Susan
ReplyDeleteFood looks delicious, and I am in love with that last little green and white cottage!!! I want to move right in! I can dream...
ReplyDeleteI know...it was my favorite.
DeleteDid you happen to see the big outdoor tabernacle stage in the middle of that neighborhood? Peter did a mid-summer concert there and performed at the Oak Bluffs church every Monday. What do you think it would be like to rent one of those? They strike me as small and hot. But if that is where you are from, maybe we should consider it.
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