It has been a hectic week here at South of Vanilla. If you didn’t see the big announcement, I’ll fill you in: I moved from D.C. to New Mexico.
As you can imagine, my week was full packing, moving boxes, goodbyes, and doing some last minute things in the DMV area that I’ve been meaning to get to…
…Like a road trip to the eastern shore of Maryland where we stayed on Assateague Island. The island has been on my bucket list ever since I heard that there were wild horses. (Where didn’t I come here when I was 10 and going through my horse obsession phase???!)
I heard from a coworker that a Spanish ship carrying a shipment of horses crashed on the barrier island, leaving the horses to roam free and create their own herds. I tried to verify this on the internets, and found similar stories, but also found more reasonable stories stating that farmers let horses roam free within the natural barriers of the island before it was a national park. I prefer the former, romantic story, so that is the one in which I will believe.
Also on this road trip? Crab Balls. A cuisine so descriptively named and so incredibly delicious. How had I not heard of this before? I have no idea. But they. Are. Delicious. Farewell crab balls. I hope to see you again soon.
Every time I move, I debate throwing out all my stuff and just starting over again. It’s a lot of work to move, and it’s a lot of work to have stuff. Once I am all packed, I feel a sense of accomplishment, until I realize I have to unpack all the work I just did. Which is why I haven’t yet. Not even the suitcase I have full of clothes that I brought ahead of all my other stuff. Everything is just in a huge pile on the floor. (I can’t find anything, so I’ve resorted to just wearing the same two things for the past 3 days. I am full of logic.) I’ve also decided that the best place to eat is on an old trunk that has somehow become a table. So there’s that. #movingsucks
Right when I got here, I went to the Farmer's Market and bought, among other things, these fabulous pasture-rasied, organic, grain-fed humanely raised eggs. You cannot tell me the color of and taste of these eggs are the same as conventionally raised ones. No filter, ladies and gents.
Last night, CK and I went to some natural hot springs against a beautiful mountain backdrop to relax after an overwhelming couple of days. My ginger self, being super sensitive to temperature changes, loved them. Until I didn’t.
Hope everyone’s week is treating them well!