Post-war, and Portland

Well, our spice war ended in peace. (More like a surrender)  And it has nothing to do with me furiously making a very large purchase at Ikea.  I'm sure all Dan learned from this was not to make a big deal out of little things, like the cloves. Because I clearly failed! (Oh man, if I were a better writer, I would try to recreate the whole scenario!  I am positive that it would have been a hit on Seinfeld.)

Well, this weekend we went to Portland.  Dan's cousin Kathy (and Bill) had a baby (Oliver) and we attended the blessing.  Very sweet.

Speaking of sweet, I was introduced to Triple Crown Blackberries.  

Huge and sweeeeeet!  It was heaven.

that's Elena's hand...