I met you in the belly of a whale.

Long weekend trip to Seattle.

"I like the Walrus best," said Alice, "because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters."

The Walrus and The Carpenter is an excellent recommendation that I received on a local food forum. Portland is missing a casual oyster bar like The Walrus. It is small but not stuffy, plays great music but not too loud, laid back but attentive service.

Marinated Olives/Roasted Cashews, Tumeric, Thyme, Butter

That is my Mom’s graceful hand in the background. The tumeric stained our fingers, it was fun. I like stains, you might not agree, whatevs!

Maple Bread Pudding, espresso butter sauce, whipped cream

This was an aggressive little dessert! I had three bites from various stages in the cooling process. The room temperature bite was by far the best, such is the nature of coffee. I liked how the sauce was more of a gravy and I think they should just call it gravy on the menu.

My incredible Dad cannot be bothered to pause from eating long enough for me to snap a picture. I credit him with the fantasitc action shots I have  whenever he is around. The man weilds a spoon like a weapon. He taught me well!

Fried Avocado.

Birthday dinner at 94 Stewart. If you want to dine near Pike Place, this is a good option. Do you remember that part in Plath’s “The Bell Jar” where Sylvia talks about a Seventeen magazine luncheon and describes the crab salad stuffed avocado? Well, I do and I have always wanted to try one and this fulfilled that goal so I was happy.

Yep! Happy with memories of suicidal pseudo-fiction. Life goes on, friends, life goes on. Even better? Life gets awesome.

Good times in Seattle!
 
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