Montana

This weekend we headed out to Montana to attend Jeremy's cousin's wedding at Glacier National Park. I made the cake and it reminded me why I don't do this more often. IT WAS FLIPPIN' HOT!! I baked the cake on Wednesday in Seattle and we traveled on Thursday to Montana. Friday I put the cake together in 105 degree heat in a tiny cabin. GAH. It was so hot the buttercream frosting would start to get soft after being out of the fridge for only 15 minutes.

Everything turned out ok, after much stress, all went well. Luckily, the lodge where the wedding was had a big walk in fridge in which the cake stayed until right before dinner. I would go "check on the cake" just to escape the heat. It was horrible.



Luckily no mishaps or major tragedies befell my tower of buttercream.

Coming to a neighborhood near you!

This Fourth of July did not pass without the usual hot dogs, fireworks and a busted watermain. Yes, indeedy- a busted watermain that took 4 plumbers 5 hours to fix. It was fantastic.

Jeremy and I awoke Tuesday night to the sound of an idling truck outside our window. Annoyed (as it was 1:30 in the morning), we peered out the window to find a handful of fire fighters trying to figure out how to turn off the gushing river that was coming from our front porch. There is a watermain right outside our door on our front porch and it had decided to break open. Finally, the fire fighters turned off the water and back to sleep we went.

In the morning, after quickly realizing we had no water in our building, Beacon Plumbing was called and two trucks and four plumbers spent 5 hours on our front porch. We, unfortunately have another main in our garage (stupid design!!) and so they needed access to our place so they could make sure all the pipes were fitted correctly. Unfortunately, we missed my sister's BBQ but did make it up to Mukilteo in time to have dinner with Jeremy's family. A couple of strawberry margaritas later and I had all but forgotten the drama of the day.

I started to look up houses online today- I think it's a sign that we should think about moving soon. I love our place and I love Renton, but something is telling me it might be time to move.

Helloooo Mr. Fireman!

How many people does it take?

All that drama for a stupid pipe.

No Eggs for You!

This weekend I was on a mission to find farm fresh eggs at our local farmers markets. Jeremy and I headed out to Kent Saturday to find some of these little delights and I was disappointed to find out that the most exciting thing at the Farmer's Market in Kent did not grow on a farm nor did it seem like it had anything to do with a market. Some lady was selling blankets and towels with the likes of Spiderman, Jack Sparrow (Pirates of the Caribbean) and Sponge Bob on them. It seemed a little odd for a Farmer's Market and Jeremy wondered aloud if they were officially licensed products. HA. A sign you've been working for an intellectual properties company too long.

Sunday Jeremy was off to the Vintage Races with his friend Matt and so I met up with Melanie (Matt's wife) and her children and my sister, nieces and my sister's friend from work. We hopped aboard the Vashon Island Ferry in search of farm fresh eggs at Seabreeze Farm. Apparently this farm is known for it's rotational grazing (which allows for crops to be grown without pesticides or chemicals) and as I am reading the "Omnivore's Dilemma" I was excited to go to the farm and check it out. I had visions of utopian bliss and couldn't wait to go. Sad thing was- NO ONE WAS THERE! There was no eggs to be found as they were all at the Farmer's Markets in Seattle. Boo hoo.

We spent the rest of the afternoon driving around Vashon in search of a berry patch (again, no berries to be found) and so we had lunch and called it a day. It was a beautiful day and a fun way to spend an afternoon, even though it was a bit of a letdown not to find any eggs. I'm about ready to get my own chickens and keep them in the back- it will be bit of entertainment for the cat, I'm sure.

Next weekend I'm planning on getting my eggs, come hell or high water. Mark my words eggs- I'm coming for you.