I’m totally smitten with the city of Portland, as I knew I would be. Just a few minutes after arriving, I got the feeling the place was like the lovechild of San Francisco and Madison – all tattooed and double-latteed but with a small town Midwestern feel.
I’d been going on and on to T about how perfectly the place appealed to me, and he just nodded his head. But after we walked a few blocks to the farmer’s market on Saturday morning, I knew I had him. It’s high cherry season in Oregon right now, and for my husband the sight of endless crates of just-picked cherries puts him over the edge. It’s like baiting Cookie Monster with a lifetime pass to the Mrs. Fields factory.
I’ll get back to you with the results of tonight’s dinner – I need to cook up those mushrooms and artichokes!