A Campfire Dinner: Birthday Celebration Numero Tres

No, I didn’t learn how to count in Spanish from Bono. So what happened to numero dos? Jason’s second birthday bash was on his actual birthday and involved the two of us seeing the new Harry Potter flick and eating dinner at Café Trio, a darling little Italian place in Salt Lake City that is very reasonably priced. Rosemary flatbread topped with caramelized onions and a balsamic drizzle, served with goat cheese and roasted tomatoes and red peppers…need I say more? Jason and I had a lot of fun on this excursion and came home very full but since that is the extent of my comments regarding that particular outing, not exactly a post-worthy amount of information, I will skip to Jason’s third birthday party.

Some of the men doing manly things in the woods. I don't know what Jeremy was
Some of the men doing manly things in the woods. I don't know what Jeremy was doing...besides ruining my picture.

I painstakingly planned an evening at a campsite up in American Fork Canyon for Jason’s final birthday celebration. I invited some of our friends and family to join us for tinfoil dinners, grilled corn on the cob, s’mores, and hotdogs. Everyone brought their roasting sticks and camp chairs and we spent an evening under the stars around the toasty campfire.

Aimee, Liz, Kara, and Vinny
Aimee, Liz, Kara, and Vinny

Making tinfoil dinners for that many people was quite an operation. Those of you who have made these before know that all the ingredients have to be cut up into ridiculously tiny pieces in order to cook properly on the fire’s coals. I spent over four hours chopping fifty five red potatoes, roughly 30 pieces of bacon, 6 onions, and an entire Costco-size bag of baby carrots. I was happy with the resulting dinners though and everyone seemed to enjoy my recipe concoction.

The Sabin brothers: creepy aren't they?
The Sabin brothers. Creepy aren't they?

After dinner we sang happy birthday to Jason and his brother Jeremy, Jeremy’s birthday is just a few days after Jason’s, and gorged ourselves on yummy Dippidee cupcakes. I was utterly stuffed at that point – a sentiment that I believe was echoed by everyone present.

Jeremy and Jason blowing on their cupcakes. Despite how it looks, they weren't actually holding hands.
Jeremy and Jason blowing on their cupcakes. Despite how it looks, they weren't actually holding hands.

Many thanks to all of you who shared the evening with us and celebrated the commencement of another year in the life of a fantastic man. Happy birthday Jason!

Park City: Birthday Celebration Numero Uno

In order to properly celebrate Jason’s birthday I started the partying early. Last Friday I whisked him away to Park City for the weekend. We had a grand time!

I wanted to take him to a classy restaurant Friday night. It was hard to pick one since Park City has quite a few I’m eager to try. We ended up eating some fantastic Western American cuisine at the Purple Sage. The food there was full of completely surprising flavor combinations – it was unique and delicious!

Jason pulling his sled to the slide.
Jason pulling his sled to the slide.

We spent Saturday playing at the Park City Mountain Resort. We rode the Alpine Coaster, ZipRider, and of course the classic Alpine Slide. The coaster was my favorite; it’s an exhilarating little ride. I was slightly intimidated by the ZipRider, due to the frequent shrieks emanating from its patrons. Since I have a propensity to scream, I thought embarrassment was inevitable when it was my turn to descend. But I’m happy to say that I uttered not a peep. It actually wasn’t scary at all, kind of like riding a fast windy lift.

That's me getting ready to head out on the coaster.
That's me getting ready to head out on the coaster.

Jason and I also found time during our stay to wander along Park City’s picturesque main street and take a scenic moonlight drive up in the beautiful surrounding mountains.

Me and Jas taking in the nightlife on main street.
Me and Jas taking in the nightlife on main street.

It was a wonderful weekend filled with the enticingly fresh scents of pine and warm earth, delectable cuisine, radiant sunshine, and of course the best company a girl could ask for.

A Capitol Holiday

Jason and I hit the eight year mark this month. Yes, we’ve had eight blissful years of marriage.

Jas under Hickman Bridge in Capitol Reef.
Jas under Hickman Bridge in Capitol Reef.

It was my turn to plan our celebration activities this year. After looking into a bunch of options I decided on a weekend getaway to Capitol Reef National Park.

A kind man took this picture of us. We are standing above Capitol Gorge.
A kind man took this picture of us. We are standing above Capitol Gorge.

We stayed in the little town of Torrey, just outside Capitol Reef, at the Red River Ranch Lodge, named one of the 25 best American lodges by Travel and Leisure magazine. The lodge was built on an old stagecoach stop, which explains the giant ancient trees that surround this roughly 15 year old building. Its spacious interior is decorated almost entirely with antiques, giving the impression that you just walked into a bygone era.

Us standing outside the Lodge at Red River Ranch.
Us standing outside the Lodge at Red River Ranch.

The balcony in our room overlooked a field with grazing bison, which added to the sense that somehow we had become lost in time. True to the atmosphere of the lodge, there weren’t any TVs in the rooms. While some would complain about this lack of ready entertainment, Jason and I found the change quite peaceful and relaxing.

Jas relaxing in the lodge lobby.
Jas relaxing in the lodge lobby.

We spent the weekend hiking, horseback riding, reading books sprawled out under the shady aged trees in Capitol Reef’s orchards, driving over scenic Boulder Mountain, and stuffing our faces.

My horse's name was Ruby. Jason's was DK. He asked our guide if that stood for Donkey Kong.
My horse’s name was Ruby. Jason’s was DK. He asked our guide if that stood for Donkey Kong. It didn’t.

Torrey, with a population of less than 200, isn’t exactly where you would expect to find fine cuisine, but believe me, we definitely found it. Café Diablo, located in an unassuming little building on the outskirts of Torrey, was just as good as our favorite restaurants in Salt Lake City or even San Diego. Yum! While the food at this southwest restaurant was presented flawlessly and tasted fantastic, the atmosphere was extremely relaxed. We came in straight from hiking all day in Capitol Reef, we were sweaty and sandy, but none of the restaurant staff seemed to mind at all. The owner, and I assume head chef, wandered from table to table greeting his customers while wearing his chef garb, shorts, and sandals.

This was what Jason ordered: trout encrusted with pumpkin seed in a lime cilantro sauce.
This was what Jason ordered: trout encrusted with pumpkin seeds in a lime cilantro sauce. It was so good!

We ordered everything from spicy appetizers to desserts topped with their freshly made ice cream, and ate until we could eat no more. It was an unexpectedly delicious and refreshing experience.

We watched the sun go down at Sunset Point in Capitol Reef one evening. It was beautiful!
We watched the sun go down at Sunset Point in Capitol Reef one evening. It was beautiful!

Another restaurant we sampled, which was also very tasty, was Hell’s Backbone Grill located in Boulder, 30 miles from Torrey. This charmingly serene little restaurant specializes in cuisine that utilizes locally grown produce. They have their own organic farm just three miles from the restaurant. Jason ordered chicken tumbleweed enchiladas; that may sound like something you would feed a cow rather than a person but it was actually quite flavorful and scrumptious.

Jas was eager to make a fool out of himself by posing as a crazy cave creature for this picture.
Jas was eager to make a fool out of himself by posing as a crazy cave creature for this picture.

We enjoyed our little weekend excursion: lots of sun, beautiful scenery, and surprisingly good food.

Jason convinced me to also act like a derranged rock creature.
Jason convinced me to also act like a derranged rock creature.