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Sunday, January 17, 2010

The Farm Show

Every January, Harrisburg hosts The Farm Show, at creatively named, The Farm Show Complex.  Farmers from all over PA bring their farm animals, canned goods, hand-sewn fashion, children, and whatever they can fit into their trucks, and they sleep at the FSC for a week.  I mention this event because 1) its right next door to my school, and parking is horrendous and 2) the food. 

Yes, if you've never been to the Farm show before, take your time browsing. Look at the goats and the sheep.  But, if you've been-there-done that, you know its really all about the food.  There are horse shows and even fashion shows (!), but its about the food.  Chicken corn soup, apple dumplings, fried mushrooms, homemade milk shakes....its all there.  You see, these farmers showcase their food too.  That means the dairy farmers show us how great milkshakes can be, and they fry huge pieces of cheese and put it on a stick for you.  The potato farmers make french fries. The swine farmers make pulled pork sandwiches. 

Come on now, you know you go for the food. 

This is a huge event for Harrisburg.  Its broadcasted on local tv here.  Kids go on field-trips to the farm show. 

 But, sadly, we haven't gone in 2 years.  And, I think its officially over now.  Which means parking will suck just a little less at school, and the farmers can sleep in their beds tonight. 

Oh wait....and there's always a huge butter sculpture!!! Check this out....


Ahhahaha!!!

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Look at that crazy girl...

I start school again tomorrow. Full time, M-F.  Theory 3x a week and clinical the rest. Working on the weekend.  With a puppy who eats towels.  And a boyfriend who is also working/schooling like me, without the nursing stuff.  Haha....Oh, the crazy laughter has begun. 

Please pray for us.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Rainy days

This is very uncommon for me, but I will admit it: It rains a lot in Seattle. Not year round, but when it rains, it pretty much pours.  And so starts my post about our trip.

After staying in the sleaziest hotel in all of Philly (which is a pretty hard title to have, considering its Philly), we took a 0730 flight and arrived in Seattle around 1030.  That's the nice thing about time zones, you get your day back flying E to W.  The weather was just grey. No snow or rain at the time, and moderate temperatures. But, just grey.  I was worried that I wasn't going to get to see the mountains if we were going to have weather like that. Miraculously, Mt. Rainier was as clear as I've ever seen it. Not sure how that happened.

The middle part was a mixture of having no plans ahead of time, with some family drama, and more grey. 

We did make it out to Seattle however for New Year's.  My parents live on the other side of the water, so we took a ferry and had dinner at Etta's (Tom Douglas of course).  This was the highlight of our trip.  I'll describe our divine meal and post pictures once I have my camera near the computer.

K and I didn't stay for the fireworks. Instead, we went back to Silverdale, where I'm from, and discovered that we have our own bar. 

We miss you Old Town Bistro ( or OTB, as K likes to say). We miss your pink martinis and perfect Manhattans, we miss your excellent djs/acoustic guitarist (he played Hey Ya, like, Oh My God!), and we miss our wonderful waitress, Robin.  We are considering visiting without letting my family know next time. 

After New Years, I fought flash floods and Silverdale drivers to go grocery shopping for dinner, and my mom ended up in the hospital. 


I think we may have fully recovered from the trip that sucked the life out of us.  Now, we're on to cleaning out our places so that I can move in by the end of the month!  And, school starts next week.  Dun, Dun, Dunnnn.

Yes, a place that you dream about for six months can let you down. But, you shouldn't take it personally Seattle; winter is partially to blame.  I'll limit my daydreaming to the summer months. When AC isn't required.

Monday, January 4, 2010

Exhausted

Just got back from a holiday trip to Seattle. It was awful. It rained the whole time. Will post more later.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Cravings

  Oh Harrisburg, I've pretty much conquered you. You, with your commercialized restaurants and lack of innovative chefs, you give me nothing. The only ethnic food you offer is Italian, with the long "I". You leave me no choice but to cook for myself, and daydream of what once was.

And so I daydream. I daydream about picking blackberries from the backyard, of fresh seafood and produce just plucked from the earth; I dream of restaurants that at the very least have seasonal menus, not to mention weekly or daily changes. What is an inspired pseudo-chef to do in this very central Pennsylvania, Dutchish town. You don't aspire to culinary greatness because it’s not expected or asked of you. There are roadside produce stands, but no chefs in line for its selection. Sigh, sigh, sigh.

When I don't know what to cook, or where to get dinner, I usually have several things from Seattle that I'd be willing to venture out to get. The first would be teriyaki. And I don't mean that sweet, BBQ-y junk that its become. But, steamed, spicy chicken, thin juices soaked into fluffy rice, with a crunchy salad on the side. Ah, its Styrofoam heaven.

People here think pork and beef when they hear grill. All I long for is a whole salmon, stuffed with lemons and dill, cooked until its skin is crispy and its pink flesh is medium.

But, deep down, I know what I really need: anything that comes from Tom Douglas' restaurants. More sighs. Yes, I have his cookbooks and rubs-with-love. But, what I really want is the atmosphere, and the sample of Washington state pears with a bleu cheese and WA honey drizzled over it, that I got at Dahlia's that one time. A Lola breakfast. Mussels and clams steamed perfectly in a medley of wine and their own God-given juices. I want to partake in after-hour cocktails and happy hour at Palace on a Thursday night. Not to be noshing on chicken strips, but a beautiful soup or clam bake. Heaven, I'd be in Heaven.

Instead, it’s just up to me to try to infuse some of these elements into my cooking. So, I rub my chicken and steak with love, I check back often for new ideas from his kitchens, and I dream--how in 2 years I'll be sitting in one of his 5 (star in my opinion) restaurants, enjoying his food even more than when I always had it.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

In Memory of

Please pray for the families of the 4 officers who were brutally murdered today in Lakewood, WA.  They were targetted and killed off-duty 0815 this morning. How can one person cause so much devastation?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Infamous Seattle

Living in Central Pennsylvania, but being from Seattle has its benefits. You always have an ice breaker at a party. You'll always have something interesting about yourself to talk about, something unexpected.  Because, not a lot of people willingly move to this area.  But, that's besides the point.

So, when I do let people know where I'm from, I'll usually get the following: "Why did you move HERE?", "Did you move here for a man?", and eventually, "Doesn't it ALWAYS rain there?" 

Yes, I did move here for a man, and that's working out swell.  And, no, it doesn't rain there all the time!  Did you know there's more annual rain fall in Philly, DC, New York, Boston, and Miami?  Miami!!! It does rain, thank God, because its so green.  If you're not from the Pacific Northwest, then you pretty much sum that area up as rainy.  So not the case.

However, recently there's a new subject that people are fixated on when you mention Seattle.  Sigh.  I didn't want to talk about it, especially now because everyone is.  But, I guess now is better a time than any: Twilight. Yes, that book series and now movie series.  My new hairdresser here asked me one time (after hearing I was from Seattle, and after I told her about the lack of rain) if Seattle's tourism has gone up since the books.  I didn't even know at the time where the story took place. 

Which leads me to the main point of this post.  Seattle is a gem. Seattle is a hidden treasure. Seattle is not just rain, coffee, apples, and salmon, and now some teeny bopper books.  Unfortunately, a lot of people have it in their heads of what Seattle is. Yes, we have Starbucks coffee, but did you know that Seattle's Best coffee is actually better? Pike Place Market is on everyone's list to see, but don't just go to watch the flying fish! They won't throw the fish if you don't buy anything!! Try the cinnamon-sugar mini doughnuts right around the corner from the flying fish. Travel across the cobblestone lane and you'll find another portion of the market, unattached, that has beautiful breads, multi-cultural cuisine, and produce.  Pick up the Chukar Cherries near the skybridge entrance. Hell, go outside and find Mt. Rainier! 

This area should not be defined by Forks, WA, an abandoned logging town.  It should be defined by the Hoh rainforest (right next to Forks, WA).  People should read about our mountains and our waterfronts. They should travel for our cuisine, for our wild mussels and blackberries.  We should talk about the history of this place, about our lifestyles, and about our connection to this land. 

That vampire story has been told before.  There have been better movies and better television shows devoted to its metaphors and passion-filled tales.  For goodness sake, please don't come to Washington because you want to take the Twilight tour.  Especially since its being filmed in Canada now.