a thousand miles, roundtrip! and we are all still on speaking terms!
i guess my kids have gotten so used to car trips, that husband and i have started plotting out more of them.
husband mapped out our vacation in a flash….he’s always been a
n impulsiveno-nonsense and down-to-earth kind of guy, and he was able to book our accommodations in a whirlwind…. we were just happy to get out of our home town and see something different..
so the city folks became country bumpkins for two days. in a remote log cabin, far from the maddening crowds,
we highly recommend this place: a hidden treasure, well-equipped and deluxe even though we didn’t get the deluxe cabin; unobtrusive but hospitable hosts; scenic, peaceful,… and buggy (can’t win them all right?)
Stella Notte restaurant, Jeffersonville, VT.
we were starving after the five-hour ride, punctuated by a flash storm where we felt like the car was underwater! truly harrowing and scary, i persuaded husband to stop for a while on the highway shoulder. then we took a little shortcut through a narrow mountain pass…not recommended! the road through Smugglers’ Notch is impassable during the winter, and i say, i never want to pass through there , ever! what can i say, i’m a lily livered spineless jellyfish….
we had to drive quite a ways to get to dinner–an Italian joint at the next town. food was so-so, a bit pricey, but we were really famished. and there were hummingbirds all around, too quick for me to photograph.
i want them in my garden! the special appetizer that night was mussels cooked in tomato and wine sauce….the kids had somewhat mediocre pasta dishes, and i had a veal saltimbocca with spinach and gorgonzola. quite belly-filling, anyway.
this was what gave us the idea for our family trip–a pilgrimage to an ice cream paradise. we thought that the kids would get a kick out of this. gimmicky, but fun nonetheless.
the flavor graveyard. i’m still grieving….
regrettably we only had two nights filled with fireflies and lightning shows.
we were off to the big, very foreign city.
poutine. in Quebec. well i just HAD to try. i’ve already been given ample warning by Tony Bourdain no less. i must say, i fully understand the role that comfort foods play in everyone’s psyche.
this one just didn’t do anything for me: freshly fried frites
ruinedsmothered in a nondescript brown gravy then showered with cheddar cheese curds which squeaked in my mouth as i chewed them up. curiosity almost killed this cat….maybe i should have ordered it with all the extras (peppers, bacon, etc…) or maybe i should try it somewhere else.
bribe me first.
strolling the old City of Quebec, where there were festivals and street performers all around. we could see Los Lobos playing in the park, from our 8th floor hotel suite. #1 son watched Gogol Bordello from NYC play on our last night.
Canadian candy! Cadbury! it’s not quite up to the British Cadbury caliber, but not bad at all!
Moisan, purportedly the oldest epicerie in North America, on Rue St. Jean which was right outside the hotel.
aaaaah. AAAAHHHH. i wanted to stay and eat and taste everything in this store, which would have been the death of me.
but what a way to go! i want this in my city. someone do this for my city! oh maybe i can do this for my city…anyone got money to
we can’t wait to hit the open road again… :drive:
let us in,