This past Saturday I partook in one of my first voyages to one of the many islands that surround the Pacific Northwest – Whideby Island. Accessible by a fairly quick 20 minute ferry, my man and I boarded with our car. Even by late August, Seattle cools down considerably (compared to the densely hot humidity currently pervasive in NYC). We were in store for a misty, cool and otherwise beautifully scenic day.
Our day was dedicated primarily to walk the ground of one of my boy’s friends who built a home on the island. They’re both hunters, making an island such as this one ideal grounds for such activity. I’m not expert so I’ll leave it at that. While I’m still a city girl through and through, I was amazed at the custom-built home, and roughly 40 acres of property which we had the chance to roam around through rain and a brisk breeze. You can truly tell when someone pours passion and love into a hobby – there’s a beautiful serenity that is just palpable.
What with a mix of man-made ponds, swamps, wild blueberries which we ravenously consumed, and grassy fields, it was refreshing to revel in nature’s visual spectacle. Of course, no day is complete without some fieldwork up here in the northwest. The men took care of taking down blighted dahlias while I was privileged to take home a bouquet.
Every inch of the garden outside the home was covered in vegetation of some sort – squash, herbs, mint, lemon verbena, lavender. Despite a minor hiccup in the day with a power outage, dinner was the main event – slow-cooked pheasant in a stew of cream, bacon, horseradish & caramelized onions over a bed of rice with caprese salad and salad made of lettuce & squash picked moments before from the garden and a loaf of warm bread both grilled (during the power outage) & oven baked. Pear cider & white wine perfectly accompanied the meal and conversations.
It’s a true shame I neglected to snap a shot of the homemade blackberry-mint compote poured atop vanilla bean ice cream which we indulged in for dessert. We left the island amidst a heavy downpour but with gratefulness and fullness in our hearts as to the adventures of the day.