This year I want to eat blueberry pie everyday so I can be reminded of our trip to Maine. So I remember to create moments like these everyday — just one moment everyday — of innocence, freedom, peace, happiness, fun.
As I write this, it’s the first week of 2013 — windy and cold. We are eating blueberry pie and ice cream and reminiscing about our trip to Maine that we took last summer. My friend made the best blueberry pie while we were there. I had asked her for the recipe — she said, “oh that’s easy, it’s just on the back of the pie crust box.” I couldn’t find a recipe on any of the pie crust boxes but I did find a pretty good one in one of my cookbooks. My pies weren’t nearly as good or as pretty — maybe because I am not the best baker or because we had to use frozen blueberries and not the freshly-picked-day-before blueberries! They were still delicious and for a small moment brought us back to the cabin on the lake with good friends. Here’s to blueberry pie, good friends and a happy new year!
I am thinking that this might be good blueberry pie recipe as well as this one.
Next time, I will make the crust!
This is for my friends in the Pacific Northwest and to those many weekends we spent having brunch at the Longshoreman’s Daughter — when life seemed to be one long road trip.
the words “are we there yet” have an entirely different meaning when you are on a “let’s see where the day takes us today” road trip. It can be unsettling at first — a different feeling from the everyday schedules that we lock ourselves into. At the beginning of the trip, the kids would ask, “where are we staying tonight” and we would always answer, “we’ll see what town seems good”. After a few days, they would just ask if the hotel had a pool.
We started off in Seattle visiting some of our closest friends. We drank coffee at Lighthouse Roasters and ate at Red Mill Burgers. We went to our favorite market and of course on our drive out of town the mountain was out. We headed south to Portland – had coffee at the original Stumptown and got really great sandwiches at the most beautiful market next door to Stumptown. Along the way south to San Fransisco, we played on the Oregon Dunes, stopped in the cutest little coastal town and had a fun dinner at the cutest restaurant. We finally made it to the Redwoods where we discovered that our kids LOVE a good tourist trap where we hung out with Paul Bunyan and spent a fair amount of time hiking in the woods. We drove into San Fransisco with enough time to spend a couple days with good friends. We went to the amazing California Academy of Sciences, we window shopped here and here, had more good coffee, some ice cream that really hit the spot and because we are such awesome parents we made sure we stayed at a hotel with a pool.
photo credits: The following photos were taken by Tim: obey photo, union gas station photo, cowboy welcome photo, stella jumping off of tree stump, stella at California Academy of Sciences.
The longshoreman’s daughter closed several years back. I don’t know if it was the atmosphere, the company, the food or the combination of all three but it was our favorite brunch spot in Seattle. They had a really great black beans and eggs dish on the menu — I don’t really remember anything else about it except that it was good and it was served in a big bowl. Regardless, black beans and eggs will always remind me of the Pacific Northwest. This is our version that has black beans, eggs, roasted potatoes and salsa. The black beans are so easy to make and can really be used a lot of different ways. Sometimes we will add them to omelets with cheese and avocado or to rice with sour cream, cheese, salsa and avocado.
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It was one of those special small town weekends — so simple — hanging out on neighbor’s porches, kids running and playing with friends, visiting the local coffee shop, taking long walks in the woods, comfort foods and campfires. I grew up in a small town similar to the one we are living in now – just waiting for the day when I could finally leave. Now, I find that living in a small town is exactly where I need to be.
Over the weekend we had specialty bread from here (our local bakery) and coffee from here (one of our favorite neighborhood coffee shops). We hiked here and made one of our favorite soups (carrot soup) that is so easy to make and just the perfect shade of orange!
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There are those shops and restaurants that inspire — the small independent shops where the shop owners recognize your kids and are as happy see you as you are to see them. They are the shops that you could move into on the spot, that has a collection of items that you could have sworn the owners were shopping just for you. And then there are the restaurants — the ones that upon opening transforms a city block. They have the perfect amount of food selection on the menu, the music is never to loud and food is fresh and good. These are the shops and restaurants that when you are having a bad day, they seem to turn your mood around. We have a few of those shops close to home — which make the weekends just a little more sweeter.
On this particular day we all headed out to brunch here and then hit up some of our favorite shops in Philly. The next day while going through our findings, I remembered that my friend dropped off a dozen of her eggs from the chickens that she raises. Inspired by an omelet that I had at brunch the day before, I decided to try and turn that omelet into a frittata.
I need to mention that the photograph of the vintage bottles were taken with my
iPhone and then processed via instagram by my 8 year old daughter, Ruby.
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The Middle Diner was started by my grandfather and later taken over by my parents. It was in the middle of a small town just 4 miles inland from the beach. In the summer, the diner was packed with tourist and during the winter months filled with locals. My sisters and I basically grew up in that diner – eating diner food like hamburgers & french fries, hot open faced sandwiches smothered in gravy and scrambled eggs with homefries.
The diner is no longer around but my family is still part of the food industry. My sisters own the super popular ice cream shop, Yum Yums, in Sea Isle City – just a block away from the beach and my parents run a cute little cafe in one of the many popular campgrounds inland of Sea Isle City. I don’t think I will ever own any sort of eating establishment but if I did I would call it Middle Diner. This blog is sort of my fake Middle Diner — it’s the food that would be served and the stories that would be told about life, travel, family and friends — all over a good cup of coffee of course.
Welcome to the Middle Diner