Today was the kind of day that Pacific Northwesterners dream of all winter long. Clear skies. 70 ish degrees. Gorgeous!
We started our Sunday by taking Lexi for a stroll around Lake Padden. Poor Lexi. I feel as though she has been absolutely neglected. Sure, she still has daycare a couple of times a week and yes we've taken her for a few strolls here and there, but we have not been consistent these past several months.
I get to blame the weather, my full time job, and the fact that the sun sets way too early in the winter for us to walk her consistently. I think we made it up to her today.
I'm going to go on a tangent here for a minute to give you insight into how silly my brain is sometimes. As we were walking around Lake Padden, I see this little girl with a bag of white bread. I turned to Craig and said something like, "when I was little, I only had whole wheat bread, so I always thought white bread was a treat". (Thankfully, I no longer think that). Then, I started wondering if we had enough bread at home. Then, I said, "today would be a perfect day for an oyster shooter and sitting on the patio at the Longhorn.
So here's how that all connected in my brain. The conversation made me think about bread. We usually get our bread from the Breadfarm an amazing bakery that is located right next to the Longhorn Saloon. See? See how my brain works? Hahaha!
So naturally, after we finished walking around the lake (about 3 miles), we drove thirty minutes southwest to the Longhorn! The nice thing about the Longhorn is that they have this great outdoor patio and dogs are welcome to hang out with you on the patio!
The Longhorn happens to be a popular destination for bikers (as in Harleys). When we arrived, the street was packed with bikes and the Longhorn was packed with men and women decked out in leather and chaps. Quite the sight! Needless to say, I was feeling a little out of place in my UCSC banana slug t-shirt. Ha! No worries though because we found some space at a picnic table next to two lovely lady bikers who were there on their own (no men needed!).
We ordered our oyster shooters (and a salad and some fried food too). The star of the show though was definitely the oyster shooter.
Here's the thing about oysters. If you're afraid of them, order a shooter. The oyster comes in a shot glass and it's covered with cocktail sauce. It's kind of a great way to ease into eating oysters without being overwhelmed by the fact that you just put a raw oyster in your mouth. Later, you can progress to oysters on the half shell (which are not slathered in cocktail sauce but are sometimes accompanied by a nice mignonette that gives the oyster a bit of a kick).
Even though it's called a "shooter", you do not actually just swallow the oyster whole. It is best to chew the oyster a few times so that you can appreciate the buttery flavor of the oyster. If you just swallow it you've completely missed the point!
After lounging in the sun for awhile, we headed back to the car. By this point, most of the bikers had moved on. I popped into the Breadfarm to get some bread, but alas, they were out of bread. Totally fine though because I can pick some up next weekend at our farmer's market!
One final thought…I titled this post "slough Sunday". Slough is actually pronounced like "sloo or slew", but whenever I look at it, I think "slow". Edison, the town where the Longhorn and the Breadfarm are located sits on a slough, hence the name of the post.