Vacation

Hey everyone! It’s about time I took a little summer vacation. See you in a couple weeks, hopefully with lots of beautiful new content for you!

In the meantime, here's a photo from last year's summer vacation in coastal Maine.

sitka & spruce

On Tuesday, our third wedding anniversary, we found ourselves on Capitol Hill for the second time in a week. This time it was to dine at Sitka and Spruce. I'd noticed that this is the restaurant that all Seattle food bloggers take their visiting friends and family to when they want to impress and give them a real Seattle experience. Since we had a special occasion, we figured it was time we gave it a try.

An open space with an open kitchen, smaller than most suburban home's kitchens, tiny Sitka and Spruce is located in the corner of Melrose Market, which also houses a butcher, a shellfish shop, a florist, a sandwich shop, a cheese shop, and a bar.

Bar Ferd'nand

Hands down, the best thing about the entire meal was the fresh sourdough bread with soft butter and maldon flake salt. In particular the butter. It outshone pretty much everything else we ate that night: albacore and green beans, heirloom tomatoes and crème fraiche, flatbread with chickpeas. Yes, all nice. But the butter was far and away the star of the show.

Mmmm, Butter.

I forgot both my camera and my phone, so all these photos are taken by Blackberry and then modified in Instagram and I don't have any food photos to share because the light was too low. But there were these two great cut away windows into the pantry, so we could see the food before it made it's way to our plates.

A sight that would have made my former-vegetarian-self faint.

All kinds of vegetable goodness, including some
twiggy berries (top left) that I couldn't identify and featured
heavily in our albacore dish.

Anniversary flowers from my sweet husband. The same
colors and flowers from our wedding.

Lunch with the Ruskies

Did you see that amazing sailing ship moored in downtown Seattle last week? The Pallada is the fastest sailing ship in the world and the Russian Navy has been taking it on a spin around the Pacific Ocean.

When I learned they were offering free tours, a co-worker and I took a gander during lunchtime last Friday.

Sadly no borscht or other Russian delicacies were served, but there was plenty of Russian spoken and crackling Russian folk music playing on the loud speakers. My photos are a bit shabby—I was unprepared for this impromptu outing with just my iPhone.

I can only assume this says "if sinking, break glass."

oddfellows and ice cream

I haven’t spent much time in Capitol Hill in Seattle yet, but after my brief visit there on Sunday I think I’ll definitely be frequenting the area much more often. After stopping by Fleet Feet for a new pair of running shoes for Mr. Husband (expert knowledge and service at this store, btw, highly recommend!), we went to Oddfellows for a Sunday afternoon martini and snack.

 

And what goes better after vodka than a summer ice cream cone from Maggie Moos while sitting in the Cal Anderson Park?

Salted Caramel and Theo Chocolate. Mmmmmmmm.

 

Hiking Mt Si

On Saturday we climbed a mountain.

For years, I’ve driven by Mt. Si on my way to and from Eastern Washington. Under an hour away from Seattle, it’s one of the first big mountains you see as you approach the pass, just north of I-90 in North Bend. I never once considered climbing it or even realized you could. But on Saturday we were hankering for an outdoor adventure but didn't want to spend hours in the car getting there. Mt Si seemed like a great option. An awesome and challenging hike, it was well worth it even when we reached the top and found it cloudy. Will definitely be making a trip back on a guaranteed clear day.

Look at all those switchbacks.

It's four steeeeep miles up to an elevation of 4,176 feet. And then four steep, much faster, miles back down.

When we started the hike, the top was hidden in clouds. Good thing I couldn't see what I was getting myself in to or I would have been really intimidated. 

Even when we got to the top, the views weren’t quite as spectacular as they could have been…or really there weren’t many views at all.

  




But we still lingered at the top and snacked on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and pita chips, while the clouds swirled around us.

It wasn't until we staggered to the bottom and stopped the North Bend outlet mall that the top of the mountain emerged and we could see clearly what we had just accomplished. No wonder I’m still having trouble walking, three days later.