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Grand Marais looks like a neighborhood that Michael could have designed to be The Good Place.
It’s idyllic. It’s super Scandinavian. People wearing sweaters and holding ice cream cones wander the quiet streets. Someone might wander by holding a freshly caught fish.
The mention of “Grand Marais” throws Minnesotans into a tizzy, a dreamy state of frenzied joy. Those who have been will tell you about the World’s Best Doughnuts (yes, that’s what the shop is called), suggest you eat some lake fish, and share the best places to hike.
After one visit, I’m now one of these people.
You’d think I’d get sick of this recipe at some point, but I haven’t.
My body craves summer. Not a hot and sticky Florida summer or a dry Texas summer, just our summer. A Minnesota summer.
Most nights for dinner, when I actually cook, I prepare something like this.
Summer tomatoes, bell pepper, and herbs, all marinated in good balsamic and olive oil and served on toasted bread. If I have fresh mozzarella, I’ll use some of that; if I have goat cheese or ricotta I might use that instead.
I’ve had all summer to think about this.
My favorite farmers breakfast is from the big Minneapolis Farmers Market on Lyndale.
It consists of two things:
- Iced Vietnamese coffee with boba pearls from Rainbow Chinese ($5). If you are lucky enough, the owner may mix it up for you. It’s so flipping good I long for it all week.
- Spring rolls and/or egg rolls. There are no bad egg rolls at the MPLS farmers market. Rainbow sells big ones. GreenHearts (also listed as Vang Express) sells long, thin egg rolls and huge spring rolls. Their spring rolls are nearly twice as large as everyone else’s and cost only $3. They’re packed with shredded veggies. Sometimes you can choose from different meats or vegetarian ones. Last time they included some sliced chicken breast. Another vendor down the stall from Rainbow (I think it’s called Deelish) also sells egg rolls and spring rolls + coconut curry.
The world can be divided into two types of people: Those who prefer nachos with real melted cheese and those who want cheese sauce.
I want cheese sauce.
Something that we all learned from Chipotle is that cheese sauce can suck when you keep it too real. The truth is American cheese can do some things real cheese can not.
Jake prefers shredded cheese nachos. He also likes composed nachos while I prefer a big messy pile.
Post appendicitis, I’ve developed a nacho craving. I always want to eat nachos now. Here’s the latest on my search for my favorite nachos in the Twin Cities.
Something Now & Then and Stranger Things gets really right about our childhoods is kids riding around on bikes.
Much of our childhoods were spent riding around on bikes with our friends having glorious adventures. Oftentimes, chasing boys.
My husband caught part of Now & Then. He had never heard of this movie before. We went over the star-studded pairings of which woman was matched with girl.
“Wait, who’s Little Johnny?” Why are they in a cemetery?”
“Jake, little girls just do weird shit like this,” I explained. Because we did.