As I sit here, I can smell the turkey sizzling and crackling in the oven. Abi is outside working in the yard – something he never tires of doing – and I’m puttering, continuing to ready ourselves for our upcoming road trip.
As I sit here, I can smell the turkey sizzling and crackling in the oven. Abi is outside working in the yard – something he never tires of doing – and I’m puttering, continuing to ready ourselves for our upcoming road trip.
.When was the last time you sent a postcard to someone while you were traveling? For that matter, when was the last time you received a postcard from someone who was traveling?
nc”Will you marry me, Patti?” quipped Pat Sajak. Of course I replied, “Sure!” I was obviously already married. I wasn’t sure what to write on my bio card. I wrote, pastry chef. At the time as I baked a lot of the desserts for our restaurant. It’s why Pat asked me to marry him. Apparently, he liked desserts. But back up…
I know I said in my last post – The Finer Things in Life – that aside from the fact we will arrive in Washington, D.C. for the holidays, we have no set plans or destinations in mind for our upcoming 2-month road trip; and that is the truth of the matter.
If you’re of a certain age you may remember the classic commercial, “See the USA in Your Chevrolet.” You can’t read the words without singing the melody, right?
Table Etiquette. If you’re of a certain age you may remember fine dining with white linen table cloths, numerous utensils on the table and trying to figure out which fork to use when – always start from the outside and work your way in – and the waitstaff always seemed to know exactly when you were finished and how to properly pace the service.
If I had a nickel for every time someone said to me, “Oh, I’d love to own a B&B, it would be so much fun.” I’d be able to add a couple of dollars to my growing stash of if I had a nickel wealth.
If I had a nickel for every time someone told me I should write a book about our lives in the hospitality industry, I’d be a wealthy woman. Well, no, actually, I’d have about $1.35 in my pocket but you get my point.
Mt. Rushmore. After setting up camp in our 3-month rental house, in our new life in Ashland, OR, we had several weeks to call our own before we took ownership of what is now our B&B. We took care of a few matters of business and spent time scouting out our new town. When the time was right we packed our son’s car and drove it across country with a plan to cross off Mt. Rushmore from our must see list.
There is something incredibly special about traveling Route 66; The American classic road trip. I recently connected with someone on Twitter who said he has gone out and discovered something new along the Route over 200 times – very impressive I’d say.