|Uggs on the beach = perfect weather|
My mom and brother got to the house on Friday evening, and Jeff and I joined them on Saturday evening. We started the night with a warming dinner of roasted pork loin, mashed potatoes, corn, and broccoli. And after dinner we snacked on cupcakes from Cupcake Charlie's while we taught Jeff how to play 9-5, a version of setback my family loves. He caught on quickly, and many setback marathons were held throughout the weekend.
On Sunday, after starting a hearty minestrone soup in the slow cooker, my mom and I left the boys to watch football and wandered off in search of a nail salon. We drove to the Mashpee Commons first, wandered through some shops, and decided to stop for lunch at Trevi Cafe and Wine Bar. My mom and I are pretty good at getting sidetracked from our plans and finding fun things to do along the way. (It's the journey, not the destination, you know.)
We sat outside and soaked in the warm October sun while sipping a few cocktails and snacking on tapas.
|Trevi Cosmo (Absolut Boston, St.-Germain, and cranberry juice)|
and Pear Martini (Absolut Pear vodka, pear brandy, and pear nectar)
|Orzo salad with feta, tomato, and herbed vinaigrette|
|Goat cheese crostini with roasted red peppers|
After finishing lunch, we finally found a nail salon, got pedicures, and returned home hours later to find the boys still in the same spots we left them. I guess football can do that.
|Jeff with Dolly and Daisy (probably checking fantasy football scores)|
The next morning we had breakfast at Crabapples in Falmouth. It's a little restaurant, and the service was incredibly slow on this particular morning, but when I got my Irish Benedict, broke into my poached eggs, and found runny yolks, I was in heaven.
With a very short time left to enjoy the weekend, after breakfast we drove down to the water and strolled along the beach for a little bit, soaking up those last rays.
And then we all said our goodbyes and headed home. I wished I could have stayed for weeks, just sitting outside, not hearing the revving of motorcycles or incessant car alarms like I do back in the city. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. I'm happy I was able to escape for just a little bit and enjoy another Columbus Day weekend on the Cape.
What are your vacation traditions?