Give me all your tomatoes and I’ll give you some vodka. Continue reading
Day 15> In which Jess plays catch-up thanks to an Instagram obsession after a few days of root canal recoup. Continue reading
VeganMoFo Day Eleven > Looking back on Days Six & Seven with a coconut layer cake, dinner at Departure and my 31st birthday celebration stuff. Continue reading
While my original intention for Monday’s theme was to share stories and photos from travels a bit further from Seattle, walking into a third decade during a short mid-week getaway with J. Legume included so many memorable dining experiences that … Continue reading
In the after-math of a year that included organizing a culinary competition and that con thing, I didn’t even let myself contemplate my 29th birthday’s existence until mere days before. I kept things calm with a tiny handful of friends, … Continue reading
Portland’s had a weirdo summer all right. I blocked out most of the spurts of humidity (shades help), but it seems like it’s back with a vengeance for my goddamn birthday. I don’t plan on doing much today besides listening to Billy Joel, waiting to see if my second sibling remembers to call and imbibing on a refreshing cocktail or two, so I suppose I’ll manage.
The following watermelon margarita, inspired by Lauren Fitzgerald’s (of Millennium and Portobello) “market-driven” mixology demo at the Montavilla Farmers Market this past weekend, is totally in the running for 2011’s birthday cocktail:
I’ve caught myself joking more than once about how Soy Curls are so three, if not four, years ago, and I take it back.
The Buffalo Sub at Sweet Hereafter changes everything. It features hot soy curls, lettuce, tomato, tangy ranch dressing and creamy miso chive cheese in a crusty baguettewich (yeah, I said that) and blows every other tasty option I’ve tried at this bar away. Plus, you know, Chelsea is adorable, and we got to catch up on life and that con thing.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Jeff and Maeve, the dear friends and culinary artists behind what’s coming below, knew this cake would be censored in order to ease up on decorating costs.
Inside the box lies my custom-designed, 28th birthday cake, emblazoned with a hilarious and offensive in-joke, and the most thrilling trio of maple, pretzel & peanut butter that has ever existed (to me, anyway). I doubt it could ever happen again, unless Evan was involved.
It was amazing, and I was joking earlier about the decor, because I thought it was all fantastic! I hadn’t seen a cake this exciting since my sophomore year of college and the Alec Baldwin-penis cake from Sweet-N-Nasty bakery. A positive, maturing night to remember, nearly a decade before.
The big semi-reveal:
Friends. Portland. Vegetable Gifts. Vegan Cake. Love ‘em.
p.s. Naturally, I went to Portobello for dinner on my birthday and swooned over pan-fried gnocchi with summer squash. It’s a Portland vegan tradition.