This isn't the bbq, but it's Linds. Stuffing her face on a farmer's market breakfast burrito. |
True to form, we ran ourselves ragged around Portland, ate at all my favorite places (Lindsey, a once-a-day waffle eater, said Waffle Window was the best she's ever had. Dave, a dude who's eaten his fair share of pizzas, said the radicchio pie from Ken's was the best he's ever had. I, a former groupie of Ken's olive pizza, have to agree with him.), drank at all my favorite bars (as various other public and private places throughout Western Oregon), attempted and failed to get into a show at the Doug (still went to the upstairs bar), drank coffee, took hikes and watched sunsets.
Ken's! The pictured pizza (olive) is the bomb dig. But nothing compared to the newly-discovered radicchio. |
It was a quality few days with good people I haven't seen in quite some time. They left town at 5 a.m. on Monday, but not before one last hurrah. After a full day at the beach, we capped off a rare cloud-free day in Portland with a backyard barbecue (I'm in love with my back yard) and a few Portland friends. Most of them were meat-eaters and brought brats and burgers, making me miss a more familiar back porch -- that of Van Stone Drive. Especially since many of the Haack clan were likely gathered on that very porch at the very same time, celebrating the one and only Reyn Haack.
Also not the bbq, but earlier this week we had our first picnic of the year on Mt. Tabor! Dom and I kicked it off with happy hour on my front porch. |
All told, the bbq was a success. We scrambled home just before the guests arrived and whipped up some cole slaw (mom's recipe), a balsamic-dijon pasta salad, dilly roasted potatoes and veggies, and a killer tzatziki dip made with herbs from our backyard (did I mention we have herbs in our backyard?!) There was apricot beer, laughter, breaking news (Osama), a new leftie-stringed guitar for yours truly, and many instances of over-sharing as Linds, Dave and I related our college adventures to the group.
I'll track down photos from a friend who has a good camera and was snapping up a storm at the bbq. In the meantime, sorry for the semi-irrelevant post, and here's to the return of porch sitting, flame grilling and bonfire singalongs. Much love to all.
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