It has just been confirmed that July 2015 was the hottest month in Seattle’s history. We had nine days of 90+ degree weather, which is also a new record for us Seattleites. While the tree-hugger in all of us is slightly terrified, there is no question that the heat wave has given us quite the idyllic summer.
My boyfriend/favorite person, Pete, came to visit from Chicago over the long 4th of July weekend and we wanted to give him a good taste of what makes this season here so special. Needless to say, it was a Pacific Northwest Tour de Force.
We kicked the weekend off with a late dinner of oysters and steak tartare at Walrus and the Carpenter followed by a breakfast of Ellenos Greek yogurt in Pike Place. Friday included Mick Fleming’s Unofficial (and Uncensored) Lake Washington Boat Tour and a signature Drindy-style picnic lunch of brick-pressed Italian focaccia sandwiches. Every thirty minutes or so, we stopped to jump in the lake and cool off. But as soon as we climbed out of the water and onto the boat, we wanted to jump right back in again. And so we did.
That night, giddy and exhausted from swimming and the sun, we ate Dungeness crab on the patio, or the ‘beer garden’ as my mom likes to call it.
Saturday and Sunday were spent at the Orser family’s magical beach house, which is basically a fantasy-version of summer camp for adults. During the drive down to the beach, we were asked to stop at Lost Boys fruit stand for this crazy-amazing breed of melon called Dreamsicle Melon that tastes like candy. We bought a crate of peaches and ate two in the parking lot, each of which subsequenly got all over our faces and hands and created huge puddles of juice below us.
Upon arrival, Maddie-the-always-consummate-host, shucked oysters for us on the beach and showed us how to best dig for clams. We drank iced coffees on the deck and watched for seals. In the Competition Corral, we channeled our inner-Katniss during archery lessons and played bocce ball and ladder golf. I made this apricot and cherry graham cracker crumble, which we ate along with steak with chimmichurri and corn on the cob. The night ended with s’mores and sparklers.
We woke up at dawn in the living room, greeted by Mt. Rainier and the early morning sun. Half-asleep and looking out over the high tide, I was convinced for a moment that we were floating on water. A weekend for the record books, indeed.