I got home from Seattle today with a mailbox full of fall catalogs. Yikes. Then I was talking to a friend and she mentioned how wild it is that tomorrow’s September. I can name something equally wild: the fact that I haven’t updated this blog in two weeks. The truth is that I’ve been a very busy gal; I’m working on a project that I’m not quite ready to mention because I don’t want to jinx it. But hopefully soon I’ll be able to spill the beans and we can have a little chat. In the meantime, let’s talk about this past weekend.
I went to the International Food Bloggers Conference (IFBC) in Seattle and there were definite moments of awesomeness. I met some fabulous new friends like her, her, her and her. I got a chance to hear photographer Penny de los Santos speak again and sat in on an inspiring talk by Saveur editor, James Oseland. But so many folks have already written about the conference, so I thought I’d tell you what else I was up to. I had some Moonshine cherries. Dear god, have you tried these? My Southern readers–are these in your daily routine? Because I’m going to try and figure out a way to make them a part of mine. Kristina brought them from Tennessee. I knew I’d like her right away.
I also learned a lot about pie. Peach pie, to be exact, made with Frog Hollow Peaches. The lovely Kate McDermott taught a little demo class and I’ve finally learned how to achieve pie-crust greatness.
I stayed with my sister all weekend. And I met her dog Sherman for the first time. I fell in love.
We hit up the dog park and did some serious snuggling. There were also great meals (without Sherman, of course). I finally got a chance to check out Nettletown, the sweet little spot my Seattle friends had told me so much about. It’s one of those places that’s incredibly hard to describe. It has both Chinese and Swiss influences–a reflection of owner Christina Choi’s background. There are great sandwiches, noodle dishes, interesting snacks and desserts (like that peanut butter, chocolate, ginger haystack below). And the space just feels really good. There’s a slower pace and a careful deliberation to the food. Put it on your list next time you’re up in Seattle.
There were glasses of wine, cocktails, laughs until my cheeks hurt, lots of trips over the West Seattle bridge, and homemade Kettle Korn (thanks, Matt!).
And now I’m home–with a big to-do list, staring September straight on in the face. I’ve got new friends to contact, a house to clean before my mom comes home next week (eek!), and a project to keep slaving away on. But first, I’ll unpack. Got to start somewhere.