Mini Eggs

What's your favorite Easter treat? Mine? The Cadbury Mini Egg. Not the chocolate egg filled with corny syrupy fake yolk? No, not those eggs.

I'm speaking of the small, pastel candy coated, be-speckled eggs that are crunchy candy perfection. I was reminded that a few years ago I read an article about Cadbury being M&A-ed and there were rumors that the Mini Egg was going to go away. I believe half of my freezer was full of bags of Mini Eggs. My first attempt at food storage, I believe.

This may have been near the time Steven was living with me, which may explain his addiction to them. I try to send Steven and Karley a bag every year, Julia too. Sometimes they are difficult or impossible to find. It's like luck when you happen upon them. This year, Target got the mother lode. Happy Day! I have purchased MANY bags.

Tyson called while eating from a bag of Mini Eggs to remind me that I had introduced him to the Mini Eggs that he now craves. Just one of the services I provide: introducing new food addictions. Try them, if you dare.

Crazy Quilts

While driving around La Conner we saw a sign for a quilt museum. We pulled over, handed the nice lady our $5, donned the cheap plastic gloves (so we could touch the quilts) and explored the quaint old house filled with crazy quilts and textiles.

They had several exhibits. Crazy quilts - which I have to admit I am not a fan of. This one, however, was clever. Turns out in the late 19th century/early 20th century cigars were sold in bundles held together by silk ribbons bearing the name of the seller/manufacturer. Making quilts out of these ribbons was their equivalent to blogs today or scrapbooking 10 years ago - it looks like. I thought it was a clever little quilt top.

One of the other exhibits was commemorating the burning down of the house and the restoration of it. (It burned down, was purchased by the quilt museum folks and restored - or something like that.) When I saw this quilt I just KNEW a guy made it. It totally looked like something Desi would create.

The final exhibit was a textile exhibit. This was my favorite. The picture makes the fabric blocks look MUCH larger than they actually are. They are so tiny and delicate. It amazed me how much work and patience went into these. Wow!

I think my Aunt Nancy would have really enjoyed the museum and the tulips.

To Dream of Caramel

One of my favorite Seattle things to do is catch the ferry to Bainbridge Island on a Saturday, take a short stroll along Winslow Way and have some delicious brunch at Cafe Nola.

Caramel French Toast is always ordered (split, of course). The challah bread is what makes the dish, I think. Well, the creamy caramel doesn't hurt.

More often than not some version of Eggs Benedict is ordered, however this time we ordered some sort of eggs with potatoes, spinach and polenta croutons. They were ever so yummy. We wished for more croutons.