I’m taking a quiet moment out of my fab vacation in Nantucket to write this post. I’m sitting here at a large wooden dining table that seats twelve in the house my sister rented for the week. It’s one of those farm house-style tables that was probably eight times more expensive than it appears. One of those shabby chic luxuries that only the truly wealthy can afford. My sister being nine years older than I am and working in the private sector can afford the rent. Naturally, I’m paying through my cooking services.
The first question I asked when my sister told me we would be spending a week in Nantucket was, of course, “What’s the kitchen like?!?” I’ve been taking full advantage of the six burner Viking range, the lobster pots, and the grill.
The first night we had grilled steaks, orzo with butter and wild mushrooms, salad, and grilled zucchini. A simple, but hearty supper. We ate it at the ten person table on the deck overlooking the pool, hot tub, ocean, and vast, perfectly manicured backyard rife with lavender, roses, peonies, irises, and hydrangeas. The tennis court is just a tad out of sight.
Don’t hate me because I’m lucky.
Yesterday was my sister’s birthday so I drove, early in the morning, to Downyflake Bakery for their famous donuts. I haven’t driven in two years…whew, that was a dicey ride. Well, only on the way there, I got a hang of it by the time I headed home.
Hands down the BEST donuts I’ve ever had in my life! They had the fluffy heft (contradiction? Maybe, but it’s an accurate description) of cake donuts with the chewiness of regular donuts. There were two kinds and I bought both: cinnamon sugar and chocolate. UNBELIEVABLE! Absolutely unbelievable. How would you like to awaken on your birthday to a platter of these served by this wet little guy?
i hate you because you’re lucky! and because i want those donuts!
what happened to da mooo?????????????