1. Seeing my dad … and my sisters, I suppose.
It’s not often my sisters and I overlap on our visits to Colorado, but a few weeks ago, the stars aligned and were all in the same place! Part of growing up and moving away is that we don’t get to be together as a family all that often, so I enjoy those times, no matter how brief.
For example, I’m sure to encounter at least a couple of occasions where my sister Courtney does something I can tease her about. Like crying “Oh!” in the middle of a walk, pouncing on a patch of prickly-pear cactus, and harvesting the little fruits to make jam later.
Or gracefully chasing after stray cattle in our path.
Don’t think I don’t see you skulking off to the side there, Peter.
2. Eating home-cooked food.
And by that I mean home-cooked food that’s NOT cooked by me.
A perfect omelet, made by my dad:
Courtney’s polenta with tomato chutney:
And her homemade pumpkin pie with fresh whipped cream, made from an enormous pumpkin slow-roasted for hours.
And, of course, her homemade tart cherry jam, made from harvested tart cherries.
Seriously, if I’m ever stranded in the wilderness, I want Courtney to be my companion (sorry, Peter).
I did make a batch of Pumpkin Cloud Cookies for the fam (hey, an RD’s gotta bake!):
3. The Boulder Dushanbe Teahouse and Lucile’s.
Every time I visit my dad in CO, I
beg ask to go to these two restaurants. Hang the hiking, skip the skiing … give me delicious breakfast and afternoon tea!
First up: the Boulder Dushanbe Teahouse. It was built by hand in Tajikistan and sent to Boulder “as a symbol of friendship and cultural exploration. The elaborate and creative teahouse now sits as a reminder to the citizens of Boulder to value cultural diversity, global cooperation, and international friendship.” (According to their website.)
Check out this beautiful ceiling!
I like to go for their afternoon tea. You choose your very own (!) pot of tea and are presented with a stack of delicious treats.
A rich black tea:
A cucumber salad amuse:
From bottom to top: Scones and mushroom puffs with fresh fruit, cucumber sandwiches and toast with a delicious spread, three kinds of desserts: pumpkin creme brulee, chocolate cake, and something else awesome.
Lemon curd, clotted cream, and strawberry jam:
We usually roll out of there too stuffed to move, and end up wandering around on Pearl Street in downtown Boulder for a while.
As for Lucile’s … imagine the most delicious Creole food you’ve ever eaten surrounded by enormous fluffy biscuits and perfectly-cooked beignets.
I ordered local trout, while Peter chowed down on shrimp ‘n’ grits.
Again, we usually roll out of there and eat lightly for the rest of the day. More tea, anyone?
I learned to ski in the Northeast. Jiminy Peak in Massachussetts still holds a special place in my heart for being the first location I tied a pair of skis to my feet (yes, the skis were THAT old), the first hill I skied without landing on my face, my first between-trees skiing experience (where I did land flat on my face while my skis kept going, held onto my ankles my a string like a ski-shaped tether ball), etc.
But skiing in the Rockies … there’s nothing like it. Smooth-as-batter fluffy snow that almost never gets icy, trails that go on forever, views like none other …
5. Taking walks with views like these.
Q: Have you ever been to Colorado? What’s your favorite place to visit?