Happy What I Ate Wednesday. How’s your week going?
I was lucky enough to spend last weekend at the beach with my mom. The funny thing about when I say “going to the beach” is that I actually don’t go on the actual beach very much. Being super-pale and susceptible to passing out in the sun makes me just tons of fun in the sand. I love the beach at night or on an overcast day, but you’d have to pay me (or bribe me with lobster) to put on a swimsuit and, like, frolick at high noon. Sun worship is not my religion.
That said, I love the salty ocean air and am always amazed at how deeply I sleep when I’m near the water. Unless, of course, I’m staying somewhere that’s wicked haunted, as was the case when I spent a weekend on Bald Head Island in 2010. I barely slept a wink because I was up trying to peace-think away whatever the heck was out in the blackness on the other side of the screen door.
Anyway, my family has been going the Jersey Shore since I was a little kid. My mom’s family has actually had their house there since the 1970’s, so even though I only get down there a few days a year, it’s always such a nice treat. The three nights my mom and I spent there over last weekend was incredibly restorative.
When it comes to food, I generally encourage clients to enjoy one treat per day when on vacation. For me, that’s usually an extra drink. Or bacon.
Since we’re talking food and drink, let’s get to the “what I ate” part of this post. Here’s what Saturday looked like.
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