Our little house is a shambles right now, though I'll be updating you as soon as we've made some progress on the repairs. So far, we're replacing studs and the header supports that have dry rot. It's much of the same type of work that we did the last time. We hope to have a new sliding glass door installed in the next couple of days, so when my Charles and I attempt that, I'll bring you the play-by-play. Until then, please enjoy my recap of my recent trip to Portland, originally posted on my food blog.

I just got back from a business trip in Portland, Oregon. Unfortunately due to luggage restrictions/items I needed to bring, I had to leave the camera at home. Since I didn’t get any Portland photos, I did the next best thing — I’m sharing one of the awesome velvet paintings my friend, Chris, has created for me. Chris lives in Portland, ergo, Portland photo! Erm, sort-of, right? Anyway… let’s move on. Portland is a foodie paradise, and even more, a beer-lover’s dream. I consumed way more beer than was good for me, but I had to pack so much consumption into such a short space of time, you really can’t blame me.

The first evening found us at Deschutes Brewery. There, I had the great presence of mind to order a Hop in the Dark. I was a bit skeptical — a dark ale with hops? The resiny flavor played nicely with the chocolate sweetness of the malt. Who knew the two could be such great friends?

My next stop was dinner. While I’ve been told the restaurant at Deschutes is dynamite, I was overruled by my group, so we moved on. After being disappointed that all of the food trucks were closed, we continued to what appeared to be (at least on the outside) a hole-in-the-wall eatery with some nice, outdoor seating. I have to say, the Dan & Louis Oyster Bar makes a spectacular salad. I enjoyed a half salad of the Dungeness Crab Louis with a marionberry vinaigrette. The vinaigrette was spectacular. I can’t recommend it enough. I’m going to need to replicate it, in fact. Dinner was washed down with a Fish Tale Organic Amber Ale, a beer I know quite well and just wanted to enjoy.

There was no hesitation when it came to our next stop, plus it was just down the street. It’s almost a requirement to get a unique concoction at Voodoo Doughnut when you’re visiting the City of Roses. I had their Bacon Maple Bar. It was… weird — keeping Portland as it should be, I guess. I ate the whole thing, odd or not.

Then it was on to a nightcap at Rogue. By this time my head was spinning, what with all of the, um, sugar and socialization, so I opted for an old favorite — Dead Guy Ale. I did indulge in a sample of Rogue’s ode to Voodoo Doughnut, its Bacon Maple Ale. I’m sad to admit that it was the first Rogue creation I haven’t enjoyed. The liquid smoke flavors coupled with the maple sugary-ness just weren’t my thing.

After a full day of learning, my next dinner excursion was at The Original. Holy mother of … really, there should be a special award for places that make food this delectable. I intended to get the beef stroganoff and had ordered my beer accordingly, but I was wooed by the braised pork shank. I was completely under the spell of the so-tender-it-was-falling-off-the-bone meat drizzled in a brown butter sherry sauce. I have no words. Recalling how staggeringly good that meal was makes me want to weep. Fortunately, the sauce allowed my equally amazing beer to compliment the meal. The Original had Fort George Bourbon Barrel Cavatica Stout on tap. What a gorgeous beer! Black, malty, sweet, and smooth — I wish I had purchased a case.

And that was it, a short adventure filled with brewed and culinary pleasures. I gained a lot of knowledge on new, awesome techniques in social networking, gained some new friends and colleagues, and most definitely gained some pounds. It was great. Stay weird, Portland, and stay yummy!

 
 
Recently, I needed to create a new food blog location for work. Seizing the opportunity, I created it for me, too. I'll be posting most of my recipes, coffee, etc. writing over there. I'm still deciding on wine and beer -- I may post both places, I may just post there. But if you enjoy my foodie nature, please visit Sapid Cellar Door.
 
 
Charles says that the reason that food is so good in New York is because you're so grateful you survived to eat it.

I recently returned from a business trip in Manhattan. While the food at the hotel wasn't all that, wandering around the streets and randomly choosing restaurants worked really well. Almost everything that I ate out was dynamite, and all of it was an experience.

It began with the evening that my boss and I arrived in NYC. We were starving but didn't want to eat in the hotel restaurant. My boss had been given a list of places to go while in the Big Apple, and she was VERY emphatic that we try one of those spots, so I chose a German eatery. I've never been to a German restaurant, so I thought it might be a fun experience. I still have never eaten at a German restaurant. After 45 minutes of wandering around, stomachs growling loud enough to scare fellow pedestrians, we discovered that the eatery in question no longer existed. My boss then admitted that her friend hadn't lived in New York in a number of years. Ugh! Rather annoyed by this point, I said, "There's an Italian place. Let's eat there." And so began our saga of lucky picks. (I had the Ravioli alla Vodka which was stuffed with goat cheese and spinach and topped with pink vodka sauce and asparagus. I paired it with a Pinot, and it was so amazing, I didn't want to stop eating.)

The morning found us stumbling in search of coffee and sustenance. In that order! We walked a few feet down to the Carnegie Deli. The waiter was the best part about our time spent at the Deli. Since it was breakfast time, I opted for a breakfast dish, not one of their (in)famous sandwiches. While the food was okay, the portions were way too large and the coffee was Robusta. The waiter bullied me into getting a bagel with my meal. The strong-arming was hilarious, and he was right. The bagel -- a classic New York wonder of a bagel, was the best part of my meal.

The next night was much the same. We met up with our friend from the Chico Co-op, saw the sights, and realized extreme hunger. Once again, we wandered and ended up at a pretty tasty Indian restaurant. Now, being from Yuba City, Calif. -- also known as "little India" -- I can be pretty picky about my Indian cuisine, but I have to vouch for the place. The decor was fun/quaint/trying to be classy, which I LOVED. The food was awesome. I paired my Chicken Tikka Masala with a Kingfisher Lager. The lager wasn't much to sneeze at on its own, but paired with the food, wonderful banana notes surfaced, so I couldn't say no to a second glass.

My final night in the big city's main event was getting to see a Broadway show. But before doing something ever-so-fancy, the contrary part of my nature wanted something more down-to-earth. That's how we ended up at a brew pub, a place I had had my eye on since the first night. I enjoyed a pulled-pork sandwich, fries, and a very tasty Irish Amber.

Well, since coming back from New York, I haven't had a satisfying meal. Is it because I'm looking for something really fancy-pants or because I just have me some classic palate fatigue?
 
 
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For a week, we camped in Death Valley National Park. We avoided the gift shops and the tourist traps. We did a great deal of hiking and every couple days, we moved our camp. The weather was perfect. The wildflowers were spectacular. Our meals were pretty plain Jane. We special ordered everything at BriarPatch, from the gallons of water to our evening dinners -- Jaipur Vegetables for me, Bombay Potatoes for Charles. We coupled those with a Tasty Bites boil-in-a-bag jasmine rice, added a bottle of beer for each of us, and dinner was set for the week.

Besides our amazing, never-changing dinners, we also carried snacks, oatmeal for breakfast, and Equal Exchange coffee. Our snacks consisted of cashews, trail mix, Clif Bars, and Tanka Bites. We carry the Tanka Bars, but the Bites are available for special order. All you omnivores out there, these Bites were a god-send! Full of protein and low in fat, they were the perfect energy pick-me-up. I didn't even touch the Clif Bars and barely touched the trail mix, they were such a perfect midday snack. Couple the Bites with a coconut water or a Klean Kanteen full of regular water, and I was ready to take on more hilly miles.

March 23 was my birthday, so we celebrated with a little wine. While celebrating, we discovered that our next door neighbors, Cliff and Lori, were 1. from Auburn (small world) and 2. celebrating Lori's birthday. Talk about synchronicity! We shared the Curtis, an excellent bottle of wine that Charles just brought into the store. Wine drinkers, pick this up! It really is an amazing wine. The other bottle was what Cliff and Lori shared with us. It was also terrific, with a nose full of woodland violets and layer upon layer of complex and sophisticated flavors. While I'm not sure if Charles will be able to bring it into the store, he's going to look into it.

While we bought in bulk where we could, when tent camping, we've found that having things like Tasty Bites work really well. They don't smell like food before they're opened, and while bears aren't a problem in Death Valley, there are still pack rats and ravens to contend with. Plus, they're easy to prepare, don't take up a lot of space, and we only bring one cooler with us, so it keeps us from having to buy tons of ice. Of course, cooking while camping is a very personal choice. We lean more towards convenience because of the ice situation and because the less time spent on making dinner, the more time that can be dedicated to hiking.


 
 
Charles and I both really like to TASTE things. For quite some time, he's insisted that I must be a supertaster because I pick up so many intricate flavors in wine, coffee, and beer. I thought, hey, why not be a little more scientific about it?

So I purchased a test off of supertastertest.com. (Don't worry, they use paypal.) I watched some YouTube videos of other food bloggers trying out the test, and while some people said that it was unpleasant, it didn't seem like too bad a thing to do.

We received the test strips tonight, and I being someone who wants to do everything right away, immediately grabbed one for myself and gave one to Charles. Those strips are DISGUSTING! I had to spit mine out almost the minute I put it in my mouth. Charles kept his in a couple seconds longer but had the same reaction. The worst part is that the nasty, bitter taste just kept on going -- for both of us. Even drinking some wine hasn't gotten all of the flavor out of my mouth.

The good news about this suffering is that it shows that yes, indeed, I am a supertaster -- and so is Charles! A supertaster couple? No wonder our favorite thing to do is to go wine tasting on our days off! And no wonder we're so picky about what restaurants we'll go to.

The test itself (other than being extremely gross) is pretty simple. You take a strip, hold it on your tongue for a few seconds, and then remove it. If you don't taste anything, you're a non-taster. A taster will experience a mildly bitter or bland taste. A supertaster will find the test extremely bitter, and as in my case, will have to restrain herself from writhing on the floor because of the over-the-top flavor.

So there you have it -- I am a supertaster. Aren't you impressed?