I love Portland. I love the weather, the food, the beer, the people, McMenamins, the Columbia…but, this time around I found something new. The food cart! I don’t remember seeing them last time I came. If they are new they certainly accessorize Portland’s fun vibe. It’s fun to have so many good choices all within one city block. Our large group got to choose what sounded good to them and we picnicked in a nearby park. Bon appetite!
Every year Rocklin has a charity event called Hot Chili and Cool Cars. Officials shut down Pacific street to make way for chili booths and streets full of vendors and show cars.
I have never attended a chili cook off before and certainly never one in this heat! Nevertheless we tasted multiple cup fulls of chili finally dropping a ballot for our favorite one. After it’s all said and done chili won’t sound good to me again until winter I think.
With eye fulls of cool and interesting cars and a free snow cone we were done for the day. People watching was good as always with my favorite person accessorizing her outfit with a live lizard riding her buzom. To each there own!
And if you want my advice when the chili guy warns you that his chili is hot he isn’t kidding!
One of the best parts of travelling is the food. One of the most hilarious parts of travelling is the butchering of the local language while ordering that delicious food. Boy, I can tell you how to order coffee the way I like it in about 9 different languages. And, once the sun peaks past the halfway mark I can also tell you how to order that cup without caffeine! (de café!)
It cracks me up that friends always enjoy my photos of food the best. Well friends, I offer you this little photo bite out of popular demand. These little pretties were taken in Tarragona, Spain (once home to my good friend Sue/Frank Kocher in her vivid and romantic youth). One day I will post photos of the city but for now you can taste the coffee and smell the crepes.
This will certainly not be the last time I write about my second home…Ireland! It is probably comically apropos to make my first Irish posting about beer in vending machines. How terribly practical of the Irish! Thank you for thinking of my every need Ireland!
There is seriously nowhere to get a decent Baguette outside of France. No I am not trying to be a travel/food snob. I’m really not. It’s just the plane truth. The closest thing I have found is Cafe Beaujolais in Mendocino village. The sandwich pictured was actually from a roadside gas station and it was still superior to anything I can find here.
This is the ups and downs of travels friends. I am happy because I have tasted Baguette heaven but then it leaves me always lamenting the lack of anything comparable in our beautiful state. Until I find myself in France again I am happily reminded of its gloriousness by this photo.
Maui is known for a lot of things but I never knew there were donut experts there. As it turns I am not even a big donut fan usually regretting the calories and the heaviness almost immediately. But, out of necessity one morning donuts were all that were available to us. Donuts, glorious donuts. So glorious I felt a need to take a photos of them right on my lap.
I share this with you because it is the most commented on photo that flies by of my screensavers at work. It always makes me laugh that this is one of my most popular photographs. But who can argue with fine baking!? These babies are worth a trip back to Maui just on their own merit. Bon appetite.
Bulldog Travels / Photos By Jenny 