Alongside the stories of food and making your tummy happy I will be sharing travels to here and there. My problem lies in that I am awful in taking pictures when I am traveling. So, for your sake and my memories sake, I am making a renewed effort to start snapping more. And along the way I hope to improve those photography skills that are quite lacking. Seriously, I had no idea what ISO or aperture where before starting this blog. I have since then kind of figured out how to make the food thing work, but when I snap anything that isn’t food I am back at square one.
Alas, let me tell you about this trip, since I actually did snap a couple of pictures.
It all began on a rainy Seattle Thursday when I met up with my friend Tania out on the boat she lives on (living like a true Seattlite). Within an hour of me arriving and us chatting she convinced me to make a two-day rendezvous out to Portland. As in leave the next morning. You only live once, right?
This wasn’t my first saunter over to Portland, but hey, there is always something new to discover. And there are always donuts to be enjoyed. Voodoo donuts to be exact. They are most famous for their maple bacon bar—yes it has slices of bacon on top. Tania and I opted for the Voodoo dozen which consists of a random assortment of 12 donuts. There is a full spectrum of options: donuts covered in mini M&M’s, Butterfinger crumbles, Captain Crunch, and the list continues. Some were filled with cream and fruit jellies. We ate donuts for breakfast for several days. And, ahem, dinner.