This past saturday Tim and I took the puppy to the Oregon coast to splash around in the ocean waves. We drove up through Astoria and drank some local brews at the Fort George Taproom, then headed south and stopped at a few spots along the way, including a delicious dinner and sunset beach stroll at Cannon. It was quite the lovely adventure, really.
Bittersweet it was though, as this was one of the very, very few times the
two three of us have had a day off together since we moved to Portland. You see, Tim works a relatively normal work week but I, on the other hand, have a work schedule that is far more out of wack. Sometimes I work days, other times nights, and almost always on the weekends with the lovely Plate & Pitchfork.
Being by the ocean never fails to offer a welcomed change of perspective for me. Its vastness is humbling, and the significance of day to day issues and stresses that normally get me just seem to slip away. There is an impermanence about the ocean that I also take comfort in: the ebb and flow, the way the tide rolls in and out, the waves crashing in at one moment, and then retreating back the next.Photography and film by my aunt Cheryl.
This week marks a welcomed last several days of a disappointing summer serving gig. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t even close to what I needed to be doing and this became apparent as my summer was gluttonously swallowed by
my the time spent at work. Here in my world, when it rains, it pours. I’ve spent the past three weeks without a full day off, and it’s taken its toll on my soul.
Sometimes you just have to go with your gut, and I did. I quit without alternative plans except for several remaining events with Plate & Pitchfork, a few suggestions and a hopeful interview for a new restaurant owned by perhaps the most well-respected chef in Portland, Vitaly Paley.
I got the job. And mostly because I truly meant every word I spoke and wore it all on my sleeve. It starts at the end of August, and until then I can relax and enjoy the ebb of the final days of my first Portland summer. But first, to spend a long weekend at one of the most relaxing retreats I could imagine: Tim’s family’s cabin on Like Higgins in Michigan.
But back to our oceanic adventure.
So I made some muffins. Because let’s be honest…who doesn’t love muffins?
- 1/2 cup sugar (I used the raw Trader Joe’s kind)
- 2/3 cup vegetable oil
- 2 eggs
- 1 large organic summer squash
- 1 cup raspberries (I used organic frozen, but you can certainly use fresh)
- 1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
- 1/2 tsp baking soda
- 1/2 tsp baking powder
- 1/2 tsp cinnamon
- 1/4 tsp nutmeg (freshly grated is best!)
- 1/2 tsp salt
- 2 Tbsp. flax seeds
- Non-stick cooking spray for muffin tins (I used vegetable oil to coat the tins, but spray is easier)
Preheat the oven to 350 degrees. Grate summer squash using a large cheese grater, and set aside. Combine sugar, vegetable oil and eggs into a small bowl. Stir to combine, then set aside. In a separate bowl, combine all dry ingredients including flax seeds, and stir to combine. Incorporate the wet ingredients into the dry. Add grated squash, stir. Fold in frozen raspberries, being careful not to over-stir at this point (because your batter will become pink and your raspberries will lose their body). Pour batter to about 3/4 of the way up the tin using a spoon. Place in the oven and bake for about 45 minutes, or until a toothpick or metal object placed inside one of the muffins comes out dry.