Thursday, November 7, 2013

You guys, I found magic!

I went to Spain, and I found magic. CHOCOLATE CHURROS. How could I have not known this was a thing?  I obviously was spending too much time researching the pilgrimage I was on, instead of worrying about how I was going to get enough chocolate along the way. They give you AN ENTIRE CUP OF CHOCOLATE to go with your pile of churros.









Yeah, I was rocking the sweaty peregrino look the entire time. But that's okay, because these chocolate churros made the start of my Camino pretty bueno.  The most bueno thing of all was that this cup of chocolate came from a bar with chocolate on tap and a bartender with an awesome mustache. Yes, por favor.


Friday, July 19, 2013

Birthday Things!!

Even before I could walk, I was infamous for climbing over furniture to get cake.


And growing up, I came to other people's birthday parties just for the cake.


Now that I'm an adult (sorta), it is slightly less likely that I'll climb over furniture to get to cake.  However, my true friends know better than to test my self-control by putting a china cabinet between me and cake.

One perk of being an adult is the ability to make special requests.  A few weeks ago, I randomly requested s'mores scones from my roommate.  Last night at midnight I came out of my room to find my roommate's chef doing this: 


Yeah, that's a blow torch.  Then, my roommate handed me this:


And I ate it, even though I had already brushed my teeth.  It was worth having to brush my teeth again.


Yay! Birthday Breakfast!!

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Great Balls of Fire!

A while back, my mom saw this video, and got it into her head that we should do this on our vacation this year:



I said, "No," because I am weak.  But we did go to Salvador Molly's in Portland and order the smaller, three fritter sized portion of the habanero fritters with that death sauce so that she, Dad, and I could try it.


Note the poorly hidden look of fear in my eyes in the picture above.


I only ate one, but I needed an entire pack of Rolaids after that.  And then Dad ate one...


And Mom...


I have to confess, I spent most of the weekend with my parents convinced that I was adopted.  After seeing these pictures, I'm not so sure.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Lengua en Salsa


I went to Portland, OR with my roommate for a half marathon that I was supposed to run in, but because of a knee injury, could not.  We did the only logical thing one can do when unable to run: EAT.  We went to Pambiche, a Cuban restaurant.  It was very blue there.


Cuban food looks delicious!  


And then I tell you that my plate has pork tongue on it. Tongue that looked like tongue.


Tongue that looked like tongue and tasted like liver, and gave me more than my recommended iron intake for the day.  Yum!


Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Ring Pop!

Because no bachelorette party would be complete without them!


P.S. This was a different Helen's bachelorette party.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Seattle Gum Wall

This wasn't the first time I've visited the Seattle Gum Wall, but this is the first time it was so well documented.  All I wanted to do was stick some ABC gum to a wall, take a picture, and move on with my life.  Unfortunately, things are never that simple.

It all started because I wanted to reproduce a picture that looked something like this.


I wanted to do it bigger and better this time (and apparently with crazier, unkempt hair and camera settings I don't understand).  So, I started chewing... and gnashing... and chomping...


When I was finally finished masticating, I stretched out the gum...


... stuck it to the wall, and Rose snapped a picture.


Then some random dude with his phone snapped a picture.


Then I heard this lady screaming to her husband to look at "this."  "This" was me, attached to a wall by some sour green apple Bubble Tape, which was basically a germ freeway from the wall to my face.


 Then that guy pointed and yelled.


And this woman asked me to hold still for a few more seconds while she took a picture.


And that, my friends, is how you end up in vacation scrapbooks of families you will never actually meet.