All The Happy Little Kitchens

Fall is upon us now and the other day, it suddenly dawned on me, that last summer — a lot of cooking had been done in my silver kitchen which never made it onto J5MM. Pouring over all my photos I took of my culinary creations made me realize also — what a beautiful, gloriously long summer we had here in Washington. The warm breezes continue to blow, even now in what should be a chilly October. We have our funny days where temps reach 80! But today will be a nice mid 60’s October day according to the weather woman. I’m ready for warm sweaters in the upcoming season and exhilarating early morning hikes where the frost graces the edges of the creek near my home.

We spent a majority of this past summer in Eastern Washington in the little town of Roslyn. My heart is still there, that is for sure. I long for my little sliver of property that is home to fruit trees and families of cute little (and large) critters. Sitting on my bed and sipping coffee one morning while looking through my Airstream window at the coal miners cabin, I spy a family of quail run like crazy to the pasture beyond. Mamma and papa were running furiously fast while their little feathery babes tried hard to keep up — some even flying out of desperation. I wonder what they were running from? Then I knew — a family of deer stand up and stretch from a patch of wild fluffy grass that was their bed for the night and make quite a ruckus (at that moment the mystery of flattened and smooshed grass had been solved).

We spend our days here in a leisurely way. As it should be. I cook for my boys. They are always hungry it seems. I hone my cooking skills and create new recipes and all the while enjoying myself. I simply love cooking in my little silver kitchen ❤

Every Sunday was the day to visit the farmers market in town. From fresh veggies from local farms to some of the most beautiful craft, it was always a pleasure to take a walk into town and see everything. Every time I visited, I came back to my silver kitchen with a bag full of goodies that I then prepared for breakfasts, lunches and dinners. It was a good feeling to cook with ingredients that I knew were local.

Over Father’s Day weekend the annual Vintage Trailer Rally was held in Roslyn and I went with my sweet friend Kim who shares an obsession for trailers both old and new.

I found myself admiring all of the happy little kitchens in these trailers. Such attention to detail was found in the decor and set up that I was inspired completely. If I could, I would have an entire fleet of vintage trailers and in my dreams those trailers would live on a pristine piece of property alongside a crystal clear flowing river. Their campsites would dot the banks of the river. I would live there in my Airstream and I would host cooking classes and make friends with everyone who comes to visit. I would have fly fishing rods on the ready and the river would certainly be full of big beautiful trout. Everyone can fish — catch and release — to their hearts content. Now THAT’s a dream I tell myself lol. But what fun is living without dreams like that?

But until then, I tour the trailers and dream on . . .

I made a Father’s Day feast to remember and breakfasts that B still continues to ask for.

“Mommy, can you make me that raspberry toast breakfast again tomorrow,” he asks me the night before a super busy corporate America morning.

“Of course,” I tell him smiling.

I set my alarm extra early for the next morning and I make him that gloriously sticky and sweet but yet oh so satisfying breakfast of Apricot and Raspberry Ricotta French Toast. Because I know, this will make my boy happy.

And it will keep him full until lunchtime . . .

I will never forget the summer of 2014 — what a beautiful time it was. Here’s to new seasons and new adventures . . .

From my happy little silver trailer kitchen to yours — Bon Appetit :)

xoxo
Monica