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insta.friday: because a little bit of summer’s what the whole year’s all about…

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Okay. Blog is still not perfect. But perfect is over-rated (? Right? That’s what I’m saying for now). As usual lately, keep those good thoughts coming. Where the heck is Miracle Max when you need him?!

I know it’s not technically summer yet, but when I can hear Pink Floyd’s lyrics to “School’s out for SUMMER!” in my head and the words ring true, we go with it. Week one of summer is officially down. And what a week it has been. But let’s hop back a smidge while I catch you up, also, on the last week of school.

Seat belts fastened?

Seriously. No one can top my students’ creativity! Those sophomores certainly figured out the way to an A this year – bake for me, and I will praise your creativity and take pictures of it! Look at that: Piggy cookies and Beast cupcakes for Lord of the Flies – complete with toothpick spears and bloody eyes. That’s what I’m talkin’ about!

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Graduation rehearsal. All it takes is that last day of having them in class for me to suddenly feel crazy amounts of love for these whippersnappers.

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I hosted the most fun al fresco dinner party for four a couple weeks ago, all French. It took me hours and hours to cook and prep for, but it was so worth it. We sent the girls to Grandma and Grandpa’s for slip-and-slide time and a sleepover. It was a FOUR HOUR dinner party. Four hours of eating.

My brother-in-law Mark just got engaged to the extremely lovely Dani. In France. On vacation. With a sapphire ring that rivals Princess Di’s. And here’s what I’m sayin’: here’s to second chances sometimes being way better than the first. If you’re out there with a broken heart, please know you will find your Mark or your Dani soon. Just not this Mark and Dani. They are taken. Hands off, frog face.

I’m telling you, we need scratch and sniff technology for phones. This was sea salt chocolate caramel sauce that went into a mousse. It was one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. (not pictured: all the caramel burns on my arms. this was the second time I’d made caramel in a week…it’s not kind.)

It is. Go with it. Say yes to all the fun moments that you can think about later when it’s cold and dark and rainy and you can’t remember what a strawberry tastes like or how it feels to be hot or what a glass of rose’ tastes like.

Browsers Bookshop has got it goin’ ON, Olympians! Seriously. If you still haven’t stopped in to see all the ways my friend Andrea is absolutely killing it in the world of selling books charmingly, you are crazy. Her window display for summer is all blue books with little paper sailboats on top of them. It looks like a summer seascape, and it is so creative. Put down your e-readers and touch some paper. That’s what I’m saying.

Clementine and Mia, walking off into the kindergarten sunset. These two are going to be Romy and Michelle, Thelma and Louise, Kelly and Donna, Monica and Rachel. Long live the bestie!

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The Car’s “Magic” – official summer song of 2015, vintage style. Who’s with me? Because, summer? You turn me up.side.down.

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Here is my annual graduation selfie. We used to take it before we walked out to open the ceremony, then we started taking it at the end, and the last couple years I have said we should embrace our inappropriate social media times and just pull out the iPhone while we are right on the floor of the auditorium and in the middle of everything. Let the families see how young and cool we are!*

*we arrived in a motor home. Um.

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So. Last weekend. Last weekend has a lot of holes that I will never fill in.

But I will start off saying it was my 20th high school reunion. You know from my graduation post every year that it was a really small desert town in eastern Washington. It’s about a five hour drive if you’re not driving at the speed of sound (which I may have been) and stopping all along the way (I was doing that, too). Starting summer off with a solo road trip into the past on a sunny last day of school? I may as well have been straight up 18.

I stopped at all of my favorite folksy spots and stood in the middle of the highway (2-lanes) if I wanted to, taking pictures. Because road tripping the Cascades never, ever gets old. And road tripping the Cascades on a sunny afternoon with your Smashing Pumpkins Pandora station up so load you might have blown out your mom-mobile Volvo station wagon’s speakers? Priceless. And necessary. So are Twizzlers.

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This gym floor? I watched a gazillion basketball games here. The floor is still squeaky, and the entire place smells like being 17. I work in a high school, and it does not smell like this one. Nothing beats the one where your own memories live.

My advice? Go to your reunions. Go by yourself so you can be that little 18-year-old without judgement. Watch your old bestie’s face light up the second he sees you. Take it in. Have drinks, mingle, relax, talk about the goofy crap you used to do (egg wars, anyone?) with the people who were there with you. Tell your ex-boyfriend you’re sorry if you were mean and fickle. Love the ways that everyone has changed and grown and yet remained exactly the same. Sit on a pontoon boat until way past the time you were supposed to be at dinner, just because you don’t want the afternoon to end. Tiptoe into your little brother’s house at 3:30 am because when the heck do you ever stay out that late anymore? Assure him you were behaving yourself. Because he remembers how you were and will be suspicious.

Go.

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Again, scratch and sniff, people. I made two of these in one afternoon. I may as well share with you my goals for the summer: bake. watch movies. read. paint the girls’ bathroom. That’s it.

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I have discovered the charms of almond paste. Mix it into creme fraiche and tell me you don’t understand. I dare you.

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Whoop!

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While everything in my yard is already drying up (um, I should really familiarize myself with the hose at some point again), there are little nooks and crannies around Olympia that are this gorgeous.

Take a moment and be thankful for your messy, beautiful life.

xo, mrs. fresh scratch

insta.friday!

insta.friday, fresh scratch

It’s been a long while. Blog working correctly or not, let’s do this!

Here’s a smattering of the little moments since my place on the interwebs went haywire {send all the good vibes you’ve got toward its recovery sometime soon!}:

Sometimes Matt is the piano man, playing for tips down at Traditions Cafe. And sometimes the cutest fan happens to be Clementine, wearing a dinosaur hat, naturally.

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Annabelle made me a mom ten years ago this past Mother’s Day. Once in a while, our special days collide, and this year she wanted to spend it doing something that we both love: reading at the Lake Quinault National Park Lodge. I was happy to oblige! Grandpa loaned us the convertible, and we road-tripped up 101. We read all over the property until it was time to go home. She may not look all that much like her mama, but she sure has inherited the love of reading and being in beautiful, quiet places. She’s got the biggest grateful heart I could hope for, and it is going to really be something to see where she is in ten more years.

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It wouldn’t be a trip to Lake Quinault without a picture of the colorful canoes…

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What more can I say besides OMG! A Whole Foods has finally opened within a reasonable driving distance!!! I took a little solo trip to Chambers Bay in Tacoma to visit during their first week. It was amazeballs. Lookout, wallet.

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Still pretty broken, almost a month later. Some day I will tell you the story…For now, let’s just hope that the last two years of recipes are not lost. And a lesson to all of us bloggers: write your posts in another program and SAVE THEM before you transfer them to your blog to post. Let’s hope I won’t be kicking myself for not doing this! Meanwhile, having my hands sort of tied with the blog’s situation has made me realize how important it is to me. And to you. Thanks for all the emails and texts and the stopping-me-in-the-street to tell me you miss it. I miss it, too! It’s a big part of what makes me stop and smell the flowers, because I know I’ll be telling you about all those moments here. Not to be super-dramatic, but a little bit of my soul feels dead without this space being written in and shared regularly. Sniff-sniff!

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Work it, Cascades. Lookin’ good, hon.

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I haven’t seen much more adorable creatures than my mom’s puppies. I named them all Gussy while we were there, and Clementine was up by 6 am both mornings to shower them with love and giggle her heart out. Too bad my mom’s “family discount” is no where near free!

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This is certainly one thing I am glad does not exist on my side of the Cascades. To add to the quirkiness of this photo, guess what was slithering right beneath the sign? No joke.

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Hard to believe only a couple weeks ago Annabelle and I were on a homework date at Oly Coffee Roasters and she was actually not having a mood swing every ten seconds! And let’s hope she hasn’t figured out how to read my blog during her screen time, or I am really in for it for saying that!

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Let me introduce you to one of my favorite window displays and one of my favorite shops: Bon Lemon. If you need a girly gift, this place never, evuh’ disappoints.

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Ira Glass, you are my hero. You boost me up big-time. I will forever have a crush on you. Thank you for being there during my darkest deadlines.

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Y’all.
One reason I have been so frustrated that my whole audience isn’t capable of receiving my blog posts lately, etc, etc, is that I have had a huge desire to share Leon Bridges with you. He is my new favorite singer. He’s our Sam Cooke. I have disappeared into his five songs many-a-time over the last month or so, anxiously awaiting the 23rd when his full album drops. He’s got the voice of the smoothest do-wop singer you’ve ever heard. His videos are insanely gorgeous, and his Instagram feed is all black and white and vintage and classy, often with his music attached. He grew up with a super-religious mom who would only allow gospel music, but he snuck in Usher whenever she left the house. Then he found out he could sing like a 1950’s crooner, thank the good lord baby Jesus.

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This very Parisian-looking courtyard downtown always brings a smile to my face. Less than three weeks until my departure to Europe!

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This little lady couldn’t let big sis be the only one in the Fresh Scratch household to participate in the science fair! Oh, no! She may be little, but she’s got the mind of Bill Nye the Science Guy. Matt helped her with her guiding question, “Where do the rabbits in our neighborhood live?” Turns out, it wasn’t in our front yard like she’d thought, but she sure did make the cutest map of all of her sitings and all of her bunny chases. And she put rabbit poop on her board in a baggie. I hope no one ever dampens her curiousity.

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A protest? For educational funding? Sure – it was time my girls got out there and learned how we hustle as educators.

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I met up with my old roomie Callie {Kelli Marie and Callie Marie were once roommates…before cell phones…imagine all the confusion every time we answered our phone!} last Sunday for a looooong overdue brunch. Love that girl. She’s one of my biggest fans in life, and our oldest kids are only one day apart. We dined at the awesome Smoke + Cedar, where this pic was taken. I can’t recommend it enough! They have an extensive menu of breakfast cocktails! What?! So we did what we were supposed to do and ordered some ;).

Apparently my sense of humor is right at the sixth grade level.

Every time I see this sign during my weekly shopping trip to my local food co-op, I hear Lloyd Dobler’s voice in my ear from “Say Anything” – “Dude! You must chill!” And I needed that yesterday afternoon. It was my senior students’ last day of classes, and why-oh-why am I always the teacher with the broken heart, crying those big teardrops that silently run down the cheeks on that day? I always think, “This time, I won’t cry. This group were a bunch of punks.” And then, turns out, they weren’t punks. And as soon as I launched into my very condensed advice for life {say yes, even when you’re scared, to the things that will make you happy. Just not if it’s crack.}, I was grabbing for the kleenex. It’s moments like that when a little voice inside me says I could never leave teaching for National Geographic, even when they come begging for me someday…

Happy Weekend, my faithful friends. You are so dear to me.
xo,
mrs. fresh scratch

PS: Sorry there are no links to anything – that’s part of what’s broken :(.