Even after a massive Tsunami warning, the girls and I made our second annual trip to the beach to drink, eat, and sit in the hot tub for hours on end. It has become tradition that we go into the nearest town, buy enough seafood to make ourselves sick for days, eat corn dogs and clam chowder, and buy sweat pants. Yep. Sweat pants.
We stayed in a beautiful house right on the beach in Waldport, OR. The house had a nice big kitchen, which I took full advantage of. Saturday morning I woke up quite a bit earlier than the other girls, which may have been a result of my notorious first-in-bed syndrome, but whatever... I made coffee, grabbed my book, and sat in the sunroom and listened to the rain pelt the skylight. After a while, I got bored. So much food, so little time. First I made some eggs. Scrambled eggs just like my mom did with milk, salt and pepper. The key to good scrambled eggs? Use a spatula, and stir frequently. While I was waiting on my eggs I started some Turkey Bacon; better for your health, not too shabby on taste. Turkey sausage was next, which I glazed with BLiS Vanilla Maple Syrup from Foods In Season, and blueberry pancakes, which of course, required syrup as well.... as the girls savored their delicious breakfast, I took my time savoring mine... all of it. I tasted everything I made, and then some! Like I said, these trips are about eating, drinking, and the occasional dance party.
Dinner that night was a barrage of homemade deliciousness:
Whole Wheat Penne Alfredo with Prawns sauteed in fresh garlic and butter, homemade salmon, crab, and shrimp sushi, steamed razor clams in a garlic, white wine, butter and cream reduction, and mmm garlic bread. My pores were leaking garlic for two days. On top of the most artery clogging and rich dinner, our friends boyfriend had kindly made us a double chocolate flour-less cake that was to-die-for. Since I had been cooking all evening, I rewarded myself with a nice bottle of Pheasant Valley Winery's Primativo... and ultimately dropped the cake on the floor. Yay me! Thankfully the saran wrap had stayed in place and we were able to enjoy the cake floor free.

Our trips are always for three days, but this time I had far too much to get accomplished on my only day off for quite some time, so one of the girls and I left a day early. On the way home, hangover in tow, we stopped a drive through Mexican restaurant that promised indigestion for days, and a great deal of food for the price. Tiga Chicken Tostadas, Nachos with Guacamole, and rice and beans... have you ever tried to eat that while you drive? I wouldn't recommend it. However, I do credit this meal to my winnings at the Casino on our way home.

Dinner that night was a barrage of homemade deliciousness:
Whole Wheat Penne Alfredo with Prawns sauteed in fresh garlic and butter, homemade salmon, crab, and shrimp sushi, steamed razor clams in a garlic, white wine, butter and cream reduction, and mmm garlic bread. My pores were leaking garlic for two days. On top of the most artery clogging and rich dinner, our friends boyfriend had kindly made us a double chocolate flour-less cake that was to-die-for. Since I had been cooking all evening, I rewarded myself with a nice bottle of Pheasant Valley Winery's Primativo... and ultimately dropped the cake on the floor. Yay me! Thankfully the saran wrap had stayed in place and we were able to enjoy the cake floor free.

