On Friday night, my mom and dad came to town. It was a significant time for many reasons. One being, it was the first time my parents have ever visited me/us in DC together. They have both visited separately, several times, but this was the first time they were able to come together, and after Eric and I were married.
Here are a few highlights of their stay:
On Saturday morning, we started the day with breakfast before heading off to Eastern Market to soak up the oddly perfect weather for August in DC, and taste every sample the market made available.
If it looks like we had ribs and pizza for breakfast, allow me to explain that what you are probably seeing is bacon and a divvied up dutch baby (not as scandalous as it sounds). We had coffee, too, which is not pictured due to the fact that it had already been consumed. In my family, we don't skip coffee.
Eric has started a series of pictures on facebook he is calling "The Idiot". In this picture he is attempting to add another photo to that collection, but he is still working on his subtle form. In my family, taking yourself too seriously is a cardinal sin.
The purchase of this print is significant because I have wanted it for a while now. I wanted it because it captures exactly my glossy-eyed view of this city I just so happen to love so much. Aside from the piled up placement of all the historic sights, the color of the woman's hair, the power suit, and the time period, this picture pretty much encapsulates my arrival to DC four years ago (I even emerged from a train with that exact facial expression).
I was too busy sampling goat's milk gelato, heirloom tomatoes, pickles, white nectarines, yellow peaches, ginger gold apples, and a variety of cheeses to take many pictures of the produce and delightful treats being sold. But these peaches are a nice sampling of the beauty that surrounded us. In my family, our fun days revolve around what delicious food we will eat.
After we had our fill of Eastern Market, we headed to Dumbarton Oaks--the previous home of Robert and Mildred Bliss, bequeathed to Harvard University in 1940 (I've mentioned it before). The home is now a museum, and the couple's exquisite gardens are open all year long (and stunning in every season, I might add).
The rose garden smelled like perfume! I guess that is not surprising.
I really can't get over the pool.
If you are wondering where Eric is, he, sadly got called into work and missed this part of the day.
On Sunday, we went to church, followed by brunch, and then had to say goodbye to my parents after such a quick trip. Eric and I had a really great weekend being tourists and playing hosts to my parents. They were such good sports sleeping on blow-up beds in our tiny living room. I hope they decide to come back and see us soon.
P.S. I posted a picture of this flour-less chocolate cake we ate on instagram, and thought I would share the recipe in hopes that you too get to indulge in the heavenly substance. Don't get mad at me if you eat more than you bargained for. Or have dreams about it. Or can't think of anything else. Et cetera. Just...make it.
Click here for the recipe.
P.P.S. A few of you have told me you have not been seeing my blog updates in your feed. Thank you for telling me! I ended up changing my url back to the blogspot address (jenericgeneration.blogspot.com), and that should fix the problem. Let me know if you do still have technical difficulties...