We began spring break in Boston, the weekend before St. Patty's Day. The city was already gearing up for the holiday, and there were pub crawls and parades and drunk Irish-Americans in all the bars. We stayed in a hilarious hostel, and pushed the two double beds together to make a giant cozy nest of friends. We saw the Boston production of Othello, which was put on in a gorgeous theatre and was overall a beautiful play, despite the fact that it was produced in a far too forcefully feminist manner.
We found a cafe that could be found on any side street in Portland, Oregon, and felt right at home. It was even raining outside to help make the experience complete. AND we had to bus our own tables! Oh, PNW, how I missed you. As Boston was incredibly windy and rainy that Saturday (it felt much like December in Boston, actually), we spent the day on the Freedom Trail, hopping from restaurant to bar to restaurant again in an attempt to stay warm. We had deep conversations. And took photographs of us with dripping wet hair and clothes: And we found out how much Ian hates spring break, Boston, and pictures taken of him:
And then we went back to New Hampshire and cooked a bunch. Like, a lot. Like, we generally didn't have enough time to eat all the food we made. Like, Ian and I are still working through the leftovers, over a week later. A list of all the food we makes follows. Stay tuned for some delectable photos to accompany it.
- chicken pot pie
- pretzels
- ricotta cheese
- sugar puffs
- blood orange tart
- goat cheese and honey ice cream (failure. epic failure.)
- no-knead bread
- champ (Irish-style mashed potatoes)
- Irish Car Bomb cupcakes
- vanilla ice cream
- chicken marsala
- savory biscotti
- egg salad
- shiitake mushroom and asparagus risotto
- fried chicken (Thanks to Babes, from Tennessee)
- hashbrown casserole
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