Most people get excited about the spring, but it's my least favorite season. Because what that means in Portland is rain, rain and more rain. This is around the time when the sky turns a dull, oyster gray and remains that way every day throughout June. And sure, although the city begins to blossom, you can't really enjoy it because of the constant drizzle that's flying into your face.
I react to this rain the same way almost every year — by holing up inside. It's all about comfort and escaping from the rain for me. I'll spend my weekends watching an embarrassing amount of Netflix, or buried in my Kindle (To wit: I recently reread the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants series from my teenage years. Ohhhhhh boy. The books made me sob like a baby, but that's another post entirely). And of course, baking heartwarming treats like these brown butter, chocolate, maple and pecan cookies:
That being said, I think it might be time for a vacation. As much as I love Frank Underwood and these cookies, I'm starting to feel like I'm in a bit of a rut. Some real sunshine could do me good, as opposed to my somewhat unhealthy fallbacks of butter and sugar. My vacations usually consist of me visiting old friends in cities like San Francisco, New York, or London, but I'm hankering to go somewhere new. Preferably cheap and within the United States. Does anybody have any suggestions? Preferably with good food, of course.