what claire ate

What Claire Ate: April 25th, 2016

My uncle was visiting, so I took him around and showed him the sights!

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We did food trucks

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Followed by Salt & Straw

We saw some nature.

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He had bacon in his car. So we ate that.

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We are obviously related.

Supper was at Laurelhurst Market.

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You know me.

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Bone marrow

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Steak

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Wine

I later had a beer.

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I think it was sour.

I know I also had 2 Campari and sodas and something else with gin (not pictured).

 

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what claire ate

What Claire Ate: March 19th, 2015

I had a lot of coffee but photographed none of it. You know what coffee looks like by now so I’m not super worried.

I had half a bagel with cream cheese.

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I didn’t eat anything else until we met my uncle for supper at Tasty n Alder. Then we ate all of the things.

The "Oregon Orchard"

The “Oregon Orchard”

Martini

Martini

"Josh's Meats"

“Josh’s Meats”

Tartare of the gods, imo

Tartare of the gods, imo

Polenta with duck confit

Polenta with duck confit

Delmonico with a sea of bernaise

Delmonico with a sea of bernaise

Wiiiiine

Wiiiiine

Not pictured: The cowboy beans that blew my ever-loving mind.

After supper, we went to Kachka so my uncle and his buddy could try the horseradish vodka. We ordered a flight (horseradish, rosemary, caraway) and some pickle juice. I didn’t get a pic of all that , but I did get this pic of a sign in the bathroom. I hope that makes it up to you.

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My uncle had to get back to his hotel (he had a very early flight) so we dropped him back at his car and made our way home. We stopped off at ABV to grab a beer, and Sean ordered a pizza because he’s just constantly hungry from running in the mountains or something.

Flemish

Flemish

I had a few bites because it was there.

I had a few bites because it was there.

THE END.

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Alcohol, Beer, Eating, Holidays, Parties, Sweets

What Were You Eating New Year’s…New YEAR’S EVE?

HAPPY NEW YEAR, BIBBLES!!!

How did you celebrate the last day of the 2012? I celebrated it by eating AND drinking! Do you want to know what I ate-slash-drank? If you do not, then you are reading the wrong blog. If this is the case…please leave. Just go…I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.

ANYWIZZLE.

I began the last day of last year with lots of bread!

Some baked brie…

With apricot preserves, natch.

With apricot preserves, natch.

 

NEXT: An unnecessary croissant.

I did not need this.

I did not need this.

 

THEN: Some necessary OJ and champagne.

I needed this.

I needed this.

 

AND FINALLY:  A Rueben Crepe. WHAT?! YES. THAT’S RIGHT? I AM GREAT AT PICKING THINGS OFF MENUS.

With some mustard.

With some mustard.

 

That crepe was actually a little soggy.

Then we took a drive to the city. I didn’t get a picture of all the cows on the beautiful hills… which is a shame…When I pointed them out to Sean, he said: “THE HILLS HAVE COWS!”

I’m sorry I’m not sorry that I laughed at that.

Cow-less hills.

Cow-less hills.

 

Once we reached our hotel, we did what any red-blooded non-terrorist would do…

Some Sorta Chocolate Stout.

Some Sorta Chocolate Stout.

 

Then we walked around and I bought a tacky-fabulous fake leopard coat. Then we went to dinner…which I will present without comment…in pictures.

THE CUCUMBERS TAKE THIS TO THE NEXT LEVEL.

THE CUCUMBERS TAKE THIS TO THE NEXT LEVEL.

I LOVE RAW FISH.

I LOVE RAW FISH AND TAPENADE.

THIS HAS ANCHOVIES IN IT.

THIS HAS ANCHOVIES IN IT.

Don't GnocchIT until you try IT.

Don’t GnocchIT until you try IT.

Party Time.

Party Time.

Oh hai, glitter nails.

Oh hai, glitter nails.

Guess what this is for.

Guess what this is for.

Shhhhhh...

Shhhhhh…

Because there was an after party coming up.

Because there was an after party coming up.

Sean's Dessert.

Sean’s Dessert.

My dessert.

My dessert.

 

And the owner took our picture AND GAVE IT TO US FOR FREE.

The owner was kind of a hipster.

The owner was kind of a hipster.

 

I guess that wasn’t completely comment-less.

Here, have some more pictures:

So festive!

So festive!

Just drinking coffee guys.

Just drinking coffee guys.

Old Blue Eyes, they call him.

“Old Blue Eyes”, they call him.

 

Then we went to a speakeasy and drank punch and champagne and whiskey and saw a burlesque show and had our own table because we are super important.

One drink had leaves.

One drink had leaves.

Nice "e".

Nice “e”.

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR BIBBLES!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Awkward, Chemistry, Eating

In Which I Trade My Blood For Cookies and Soda.

Fair trade?

Fair trade.

It’s time…for THE SAME BORING BREAKFAST.

zzzzzzz…

 

But then something exciting happened…

You know those new pens that are SO MUCH better for the ladies? I’ve always felt that pens were a man’s game, but not anymore thanks to Bic.

Anyway, I found the lab equivalent!

Pulverizing, strong enough for a man…pink enough for a woman.

 

Then something else exciting happened, I gave my blood to somebody else! It was my first time, because before I’ve always had a new tattoo or piercing, but it was lovely! Well, except for the finger prick. That was the worst. But the guy who stuck the needle in my arm was like a needle-ninja. AND I got a Sierra Mist! Which…they wrapped in a paper towel.

Oh hai, shoes.

 

 

After all that woman-friendly grinding (ughhhh…) and blood-letting it was time for lunch!

Shocker.

 

I also got cookies for my humorous donation ( I hope you SEE WHAT I DID THERE).

Blood Cookies.

 

Also, I ate these goldfish. Listen…I GAVE BLOOD. I didn’t want to faint.

Blood fish? 

 

Then I worked some more.

Then I had an apple and two small cheeses.

I’m really concerned about fainting.

 

Then I needed a latte? So I went on a quest for one.

It’ll do.

 

Then I went home, ate another cheese, went to dance class…

You just get wax pictures.

 

Then I went to Outback and ATE ALL OF THE THINGS.

Hey! That’s my bread!

Salad.

Have you ever had steak, honey?* 

 

And I didn’t faint once.

*29 points if you get this reference.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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