As I woke up yesterday to the dreariness of sudden autumn in Portland, I realized that one of the things I most enjoy about summer is unofficially over….
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If I was a banana living in my house, I’m sure I’d have an inferiority complex….
Some neighborhoods like Hawthorne have it all. Ample sidewalks, parking, and seemingly amenable landlords and affordable rents, and consequently restaurants and food trucks flock there….
Summer’s end is so bittersweet….
Last time I checked in, we still had two days of beach vacation left.
Is it possible we packed in all that much fun — and food — in our remaining time on the coast?…
Twice yearly we head to a rental house in Rockaway Beach, Oregon — once in February to celebrate our beloved dog’s birthday, and again every August, a final coastal treat in the waning days of summer….
It really wasn’t until I returned from Wisconsin that I truly realized the scope of my problem….
Every burgeoning business slaves for it, prays for it — and then waits to see if it will ever happen….
Last night, we did something we’d never done before in Portland — we all went together to go see a big Broadway musical.
We saw Wicked….
Maybe it was all those frozen custards. Or egg sandwiches. Or burgers.
Because suddenly the most appealing thing to eat right now is that which incorporates summer’s bumper crop….