Pearl Bakery, pain aux raisins, January 2007.
Seriously.Yesterday, we got an email from Ernest's peeps. There was no snow in Goldendale and the Gorge and we could drop the boy off in Vancouver. He always gets nervous when you pack his kibble with his squeaky, but he got in the car and off we went.
I had my purse (no money), my cell phone and a few sudukos. I was wearing polarfleece and yoga pants, as if we were going to TJ's not to drive 160 miles one way.
Anyhoo, we made it in good time. Ernest did not sleep a wink, TH insisted on lane changes.
He hates lane changes.We dropped him and off and since
we're beset by basketball on Thursdays and Saturdays and the Seahawks, TH thought we should go to Portland to chill instead of sitting in traffic on the way home.
Smart she is, that girl. However, if I knew I would be salivating over
Pearl Bakery brioches and
Pix's tarte au citron, I would have worn pants.
Fun times, down to Pearl Bakery, up to Hawthorne for an uninspiring lunch at
Bread and Ink, dessert at Pix (swoon), Powell's books for cooks and Pastaworks.
Portland (at least the bakeries) on my flickr.Home in time to miss traffic and four episodes of
To the Manor Born.Life is good.
Yes, I miss the boy, he's settling in I suppose -Happy to see his sister and family and maybe a bit sad not be climbing on me while I'm settling in for a good read.
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