OMG, you guys, I did not mean to be gone all afternoon, and I’m sorry about that, but it was totally worth it.
My dad and I headed to Sequim, Washington (pronounced “Squim”) which is apparently the lavender capital of the country, because I absolutely insisted on seeing the lavender farms. So that’s what we did … at first. And they make lavender everything. Lavender jelly, lavender dog shampoo, lavender ice cream — you name it, you can get it lavender-scented in Sequim. The town itself is about the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen in my life. It looks like a little small farm town that never quite got out of 1960. Everything is very pastoral — hilly and verdant and serene. I fell in love with it.
As we were driving to the lavender farm, we passed a sign for a berry farm where you can pick your own berries. I was like, “Ooooh, I wanna go pick berries!”
So we go to the berry farm, and I run up to the lady in charge, and I’m so excited, and I’m like, “Okay, how much does it cost?” And she looks at me like I’m an idiot and is like, “Well, you need to pick the berries first. We charge by the pound.” And I’m like, “Okay, cool. So what do I put them in?” And she’s like, “Uh, you’re supposed to bring your own container,” and I’m like, “Listen, I grew up in Scottsdale. Cut me a little slack here,” and she finally sold me a couple of little buckets and I was off and running.
First I picked raspberries, and honestly I probably ate as many as I put in the bucket. I know that’s evil of me, but these were the best-tasting raspberries I had ever had in my life. I didn’t even know raspberries were supposed to taste like that! I thought raspberries were a kind of sour fruit, but when you pick them ripe off the vine, they’re almost sugary sweet! They were incredibly delicious, unlike anything I’d ever tasted. It amazes me that, in 26 years of existence, I had never tasted a truly fresh raspberry. Then I picked loganberries, and I think that was my first time tasting loganberries. They have a very distinct taste. And last I picked blackberries, which are also remarkably sugary and sweet when you get them ripe off the vine — I had no idea! I’m such a city slicker! It was sooo much fun, and I yelled at my dad for not taking me to do anything like this as a kid. He was like, “Eh, I’m taking you now, aren’t I?” Also, I told him that I was “very excited” to be picking berries and he was like, “Yes, but are you berry excited?” and I put him in time-out for that. I have no idea where I got my impeccable sense of humor. Both my parents are cheeseballs.
And THEN someone told us about an old-fashioned crab shack out at the other side of town, and so of course I had to go there too. It was called The 3 Crabs and they had oyster soup (yummy!) and then I ordered a “Chowder-wich,” which consists of the following: bread, fried cod, clam chowder (poured over the cod) and cheddar cheese on top of it all. It sounded good in theory, but in actually it was disgustingly salty. But that was okay, because they had these old-fashioned “mile-high” cream pies unlike anything I’d ever tasted. Amazing. Totally worth the whole visit.
Sequim is amazing, and if you’re visiting or living in Seattle, I highly recommend you visit. It’s only a two-hour drive or so.
Anyway, then I got stuck in awful traffic on the way back and just now got settled back in my apartment. So thank you for being patient while I popped my berry-picking cherry. Ha ha. I crack myself up.