Sheesh, what a WEEK.
Family with health issues. A dog that licked a dead porcupine (really). Stress surrounding work and future kiddos. Trying to shake that last bit of head cold. When it rains, it pours, right? I was in need of a reset button, so I filled this weekend with intentional happiness. It worked!
First, I had to get out of the house. So I took myself out to at delicious lunch on Saturday. I sat under a giant ficus tree, sipped my coffee and munched on roasted beets and grilled salmon. (Project Reduce Gluten has been successful so far!) There’s something wonderful about dining alone in a bustling restaurant. People-watching is awesome.
After lunch, I indulged myself with one of my new favorite pastimes: wandering around vintage shops. I dropped into Now & Again and was greeted by two wagging little beasts (on a fab couch).
These kinds of shops are like museums to me- trinkets of eras gone by, each with a story- a past. Who owned these things? What was our world like then? I find it very easy to get lost in the nostalgia. I also find it very easy to bring some of that nostalgia home with me.
My treasure hunt continued at Emilie Jayne. You’ll recall that the last time I stopped in, I came home with old/new things to love. I particularly adore my cookie jar!
Even though it was just a few weeks since my last visit, it was like a new store- filled with a whole different batch of things.
I did have things in particular I was looking for, but I didn’t find them. Not surprisingly, I toted some fabulous things home with me anyway. How amazing are the old snowshoes? And the Aretha LP? Not a scratch.
My new juice carafe was begging for homemade lemonade, so I pulled out the juicer, made some rosemary-honey simple syrup, and filled her right up! Everyone knows my juicer makes me happy.
Instead of going out to dinner, John and I opted for date night IN and tackled a new culinary adventure together: Beer Can Chicken. Can we talk about this? Who is the genius that thought the best way to cook a whole chicken was to stick an open beer can into it? SO WEIRD. And so brilliant. I poured a honey-rosemary cocktail and took care of our side dishes while the BBQ Master dealt with the chicken.
Sides: Roasted Fingerling Potatoes with Garlic and Rosemary and Sautéed Broccolini with Lemon and Butter. I just love the little purple guys!
Before the beer can was involved at all, the chicken needed a spice rub. John pulled an impressive lineup of spices and rubbed that little chicken down! He made sure to get some of the spices under the skin, too. Cholula wasn’t sure she should be watching this.
After shoveling out prepping the BBQ, it was time for the beer can to, um, disappear. We only needed a half of a can, so John properly disposed of the rest.
Guys, the chicken and beer can became one. It was time to cook this bird!
And there he sat for at least an hour.
This little guy turned out to be delish- mostly, I think, because of John’s Magic Spice Rub. What a spread!
Date night IN was a success. It was so much fun because we did it together.
I woke up on Sunday filled with anticipation. Superbowl Sunday is absolutely a holiday in my family, and John agrees that it’s meant to be a social event. None of our crew was having a party this year, so we decided to spend the morning skiing at Snowbird and stay the night up there. We’d watch the game at one of the bars at the resort. Making strangers into friends through high-fives during one of our beloved national pastimes? It sounded like a blast!
It was quite a bluebird day. As we drove up the canyon, the snow seemed whiter than usual, set against the stellar blue sky. My sweet hubby kept it mellow (for him) and skied the groomers with me all day. It was my first time on my snowboard in more than a year, and I could feel it in my legs from the first run. But we had a ball, laughing and soaking in the February sunshine on the lift. And what a view. I’m lucky to live here!
Once my legs started to burn (and after a couple of snow-in-the-face tumbles), we called it a day. We headed inside, changed our clothes, and grabbed a bite to eat. We had some football to watch! I felt that a cocktail called The Big Easy was appropriate for a Superbowl game being played in New Orleans. It helped me get over the shock of seeing this (1992?!).
For the actual game, we headed down into the Tram Club. This bar is dark. It kind of smells like fried food. But it had a fire blazing, some Superbowl drink specials, and giant televisions everywhere. Perfect! We settled in on some leather couches and enjoyed the unexpected company of some friends who just happened to come to town to ski right then. FUN!
When we woke up the next morning in our Iron Blosam condo, I was sore. Like, ‘I took a significant digger on my snowboard’ sore. But the stunning view, the retro fabulousness of our condo, and my sizeable bath product take kept my mind off of achy muscles!
As we headed down the canyon, toward the yucky inversion SMOG of Salt Lake City, I said a silent “thank you” that we no longer lived down here. That additional layer of gloom would have been difficult for me this week.
Up and out of the bad air we went, until we were home again in Park City. The sky was blue, the air was clear, and after a fabulous weekend with my handsome mountain man, my spirits were lifted. The issues from the past week had faded. I had rebounded. Some fun in the sun and a change of scenery did the trick. I felt incredible!
That is, except for my sore muscles. Hot tub, anyone?
I hope you had a glorious weekend, too!
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