Two weekends ago, it was my half-birthday, which is a special time in any young woman’s lif–scratch that. I can’t even pretend to be serious about that!
Some might say that, more importantly, two weekends ago was my last weekend living in Boston. Just writing that makes me wrinkle my nose because it feels so weird.
In any case, in order to celebrate the joyous (half-birthday) and sad (moving) events, Ruby, Sarah, and I did it up big in the only way we know how: with food!
On Friday, we went to the Helmand, an Afghani restaurant in Cambridge.
Our favorite thing about the Helmand (besides the super reasonable prices) is that at least one-third of the menu features lamb, the meat of the gods. Since we love to eat like gods, we ordered three lamb dishes: a soup (pictured above), a rack of lamb with sauteed greens, and a lamb stew dish called lamb lawand (which I have ordered, without fail, every time I have gone to the Helmand).
Then, because we never get sick of hanging out with each other or eating, we met on Saturday morning to make breakfast with our good friend Calley.
As you can see, we had only mimosas and bacon.
Just kidding. That was what I dreamed we would have; instead we had something even better! Sarah scouted out this Lemon-y Blueberry Pancakes with Cream Cheese recipe, and it was a hit!
The pancakes were so delicious, in fact, that we started to eat them with our hands instead of waiting until they were all done.
Finally, on Sunday morning, we went blueberry picking at a little farm in Massachusetts. As is the custom, we started our farmhand adventure with a little treat:
Then, full of sugary apple cider goodness, we went forth to till the land…or something.
If you had seen us out in the fields, you probably would have guessed we were there to:
- eat blueberries
- take pictures of blueberries
- eat more blueberries
- maybe consider picking some blueberries
But, despite the various distractions, we managed to make out with three delicious quarts of blueberries and some very full stomachs.
So, at the end of all of this, where did I go, you ask? Well, I like to think of it as a food-pilgrimage-disguised-as-graduate-degree in the Bay Area. Look forward to good eats from both coasts and beyond!