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nato and fam visit portland. and eat fake meat.

Visitors #15, 16, 17 and 18 of the summer/fall visitor brigade came and went this weekend and again we’re left with a couple extra pounds, a messy kitchen and some giant smiles on our faces.  This is becoming a consistent post-visitor status for us: chubby messy smiley syndrome.  But hey, I’m not complaining one little bit because this past weekend brought us Brother Nate, sister-in-law Cindy and nephews Nolan + Harmon.  And it was good.

Between jobs and kids and new homes and you know, life in general, it’s hard for anyone to get away on a vacation.  So it was especially stellar to us that they decided to spend their time (and cash money) to come visit us hippies in Stumptown.  Seeing our city through other people’s eyes is always amusing and these guys were no exception.  Squash beer and vegan stop signs and shirts made out of hemp… this is normal, no?  But they were troopers and were up for trying new things and they even tried fake meat in my lasagna, can you believe?!

Also, did I mention nephews!  Those two little ones have my heart every day of the week.  They are the sweetest, funniest, cutest boys that ever were.  But holy balls, all the LOUD.  Is this a thing?  With kids?  The loudness?  I’m kidding obviously, I know kids are known to be noise-makers but my eardrums are still wincing at any moderate-level sounds today.  Not really but kind of.

There was a trip to the zoo, which resulted in the cutest (fake) bald eagle wings that Nolan then wore strapped to his arms for the remainder of the trip.  There was the Farmer’s Market where we tried cheese and saw where brussel sprouts are born.  There were numerous attempts to parallel parking a minivan in order to hit up 3 (THREE!) ice cream shops.  There was a brewery tasting and a stop at a local bar where a children’s band played bluesy kid’s songs while us big kids drank beer.  There was also a trip to Blue Star donuts where we talked about how overrated Voodoo was and then Nolan inhaled a blueberry bourbon donut.  That kid is cool.  There was a trip to a Thai restaurant where the boys colored and the adults feasted on delicious noodles and we talked about how alcohol doesn’t cure hot pepper-mouth, as I once thought it did.  There was also a bonfire and s’mores and some good chats about life and kids and of course there was the occasional Christmas Vacation reference.

What I’m trying to say is it was a really good weekend.  And I miss them.  You will too once you see these monkeys… pic1budsmybuddyIMG_0537IMG_0530IMG_0534IMG_0523munchkinsfly[ these wings were a hit.  i’m thinking of asking N. to borrow them for halloween.  although somehow I think a grown lady wearing a bald eagle on her arms won’t have the same effect… ]cutefam[ i mean seriously… ] loves[ 20 years ago his dad was giving me those exact same bunny ears. ] IMG_0491[ gus on cleanup duty ]baconIMG_0613IMG_0598IMG_0592 familydonutsIMG_0628[ And on the 8th day, God created nephews for me to kiss. ]

You guys!  We loved having you and miss you so much already.  Especially Gus, he’s going through ankle-biting withdrawals.  Promise you’ll come back soon?  I have a recipe for field mouse hotdish that has your names all over it.


more visitors visiting.

So as I mentioned yesterday, visitors.  They keep happening.  Last Thursday, we said goodbye to Casey’s family at approximately 9am.  By 1:45pm, I was meeting my dad and stepmom at the airport for their long weekend visit.  Despite the fact that we hadn’t had time between the waves of company to change the sheets on the beds, and we had no clean towels for showers (my dad actually had to use two tiny hand towels the first day… which couldn’t have been fun) and we were in serious need of another trip the grocery store, we were so pumped to have them here.  It’s pretty much guaranteed that any time Papa Kenny comes to visit, we’ll have a pretty kick-ace time.  He is one of the best vacationers I know – and by that I mean that he truly relaxes, let’s loose and is up for pretty much any adventure.  I love it.  When he visits, it’s kind of like I’m on vacation too.  And it’s all about me, really.

It was also stepmama Denise’s first visit to Portlandia so it was fun to show her the sights and introduce her to this weird place we like to call home.

I played hooky from work on Friday and we drove to Multnomah Falls & Hood River for the day.  It was my one-millionth time to the Falls but my first time to Hood River, and it ended up being one of my very favorite days.

photo (12)[ Multnomah Falls.  I’ve been there so many times and It always fails at disappointing me.  Just plain old sucks at it. ]

Hood River is about an hour outside of Portland and it’s just the very cutest town on the Columbia River… full of wineries, a few breweries and is home to Tofurkey.  What more could a wine-swilling pescatarian ask for?  In fact, I’ve since informed Casey that we’re moving there.  It was that good.photo (26)photo (27)fullsail

On Saturday we made our way out to the coast.  The whole day was full of eating, as these things usually go. We stopped for Blue Star Donuts on our way out of town.  I’m just going to say it… they are so much better than Voodoo Donuts.  I know, I know.  That’s very unpatriotic of me, but you know what?  My belly don’t lie.  Sort of like Shakira’s hips.

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THEN we stopped at Blue Heron cheese company in Tillamook.  Because of cheese.

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photo (16)[ I got to feed this guy.  He wasn’t allowed cheese though.  Can you imagine? It’s pretty much not even worth eating, if you ask me. ]

And finally we parked it at Rockaway Beach for a while.  We did a bit o’ napping on the sand…

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 [ Did you know that parrotfish eat rocks and poop sand?  It’s true.  Don’t say I never taught you anything. ]

…and then, MOAR EATING.

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I refuse to ever get sick of the Old Oregon Smokehouse.  I think that was our fifth visit there, and every time it’s stupid good… but this time they had a special: crab & cheese fondue served in a sourdough breadbowl, which thinking back on is making me salivate onto my keyboard.  I’d eat that stuff slathered on an old sock.

Saturday night was spent drinking whiskey and talking about how cool Portland is.  There may have also been some hammock swings involved (no pictures required).

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Thanks for the fun times Papa Ken and Denise!  Please come back soon.  We’ll have semi-dirty sheets and plenty of hand towels upon your arrival.  And per usual, Chicago’s greatest hits on vinyl.  And whiskey duh.