Category: Food

Sweet Spot

You can get ice cream in Sequim, sort of. But there wasn’t a dedicated venue, at least not one I’d ever found. Until Sweet Spot opened last week, though it isn’t ice cream. It’s frozen yogurt. Even better. More calcium. Less butter fat. Or so I’m told.

Enter this colorful space. Take a cup. Choose your yogurt and fill the cup. Add toppings. Weigh and pay. In the middle of the afternoon yesterday there were about a dozen of us there. I guess the word’s out.

There’s a place like this in Silverdale, an hour away, so I though I was safe from temptation. This one is in the Sequim J.C. Penney shopping center. Sunny Farms Supplements on one side, Strong Points Fitness on the other. No doubt about it. I’m doomed.

Guilty pleasure

A place named Extraordinary Desserts was within close walking distance of our lodgings in San Diego a while back. Its name was on a Google map. As a diligent travel researcher I felt it my responsibility to check it out. If there’s such a thing as food porn, this is it. Click the link above. It’s as good as it looks.

Flower and fruit

Here’s an example where you can see blossoms and fruit-to-be in a single frame. As best I can tell this is salmonberry (Rubus spectabilis), one of the earliest fruiting berries you can find around here. They’re described as a “mushy raspberry” and considered edible. Some people consider them “insipid”; others, “one of the best.” I don’t come across them often enough to have an opinion.

Airline chicken

It was listed on the menu as “Lemon sage chicken.” But the description of the dish, first and foremost, called it “airline chicken.” Airline chicken?! I don’t know about you but this term evokes a tiny plastic tray on which lies a small, shriveled hunk of protein that was once a chicken part. These days anything with “airline” in the title brings to mind one new form of torture or another endured in the service of getting from point A to point B.

In its defense, “airline chicken” here was the description of a boneless chicken breast with a small portion of wing bone left in it. And it defied all preconceptions: beautifully cooked, succulent, delicious. I tried it because a dining companion couldn’t resist asking what this “airline chicken” might be. And it was fine once the description was set aside. But I can’t help wonder why anything would be intentionally offered with the world “airline” in its description. Which reminds me how far air travel has dropped down on my list of things to spend money on.