Potatoes. I love them, Naz loves them, Yurop loves them, I mean how can you NOT like potatoes? There are so many forms you can consume those yellow orbs of scrumptious starch and sustenance- baked, mashed, au gratin, pomme frites (I’m being fancy here), wedges, scalloped, boiled, buttered, in pancakes, in bread, named aloo and mixed with some garam masala/gobi (cauliflower)/mattar (peas), as hash browns or tater tots or roasted with the skins on and even eaten in a salad! How versatile, no?
Being back in Portland has been an “absolute blast” insofar, it’s like I never even left except for the fact that I now have 1200 square feet of bachelorette pad all to myself- which essentially means I can switch rooms on the hour to recharge my job-search and Emaho article brainstorming motivations.
Of course, the best part of all has been kicking it with my wonderful now near and eternally dear friends; such as yesterday which began with lunch at Paragon, a nouvelle-Americaine restaurant in the Pearl District
Busy man, Yurop was able to escape his fashionably attired leopard-print-with-tassels-scarf-ed self from the office to meet Naz and I for a quick bite
He predictably ordered the pan-fried chicken cutlets with caper-brown butter, mashed potatoes, and green beans. I didn’t try it, but he fished out the cutlets on a separate plate since they were too “oily” and ate them with Naz’s ketchup
Naz on the other hand decided on a sandwich, also accompanied by a popular form of potatoes:
I also went the sandwich route:
Jerk chicken sandwich with habanero aioli on focaccia; I was under the impression that I too would get a side of the glorious herbed potatoes, but instead I was given a rather bland cucumber jicama salad. How sad. I ate it though considering I needed to meet my veggie quota since there was NOTHING on the sandwich besides the jerked-cutlet and aioli (which was quite tasty though). Pre-ordering however the waiter had warned me the sandwich might be “very spicy.” He obviously didn’t know who he was dealing with; and no it wasn’t spicy in my not so humble opinion
Post-Paragon, we bid farewell to Yurop as he headed back to the office and Naz and I headed to her/Olive/Jahnavi’s house to kick it/sort of nap while leafing through all the issues of Glamour and W Olive subscribed to courtesy of expiring mileage
Then, at around 3:30, Naz and I picked up my sister, Nora from school and headed to Target in hopes of scoring some of the goods from Target’s Missoni collection
HOWEVER, we were in for a rather bitter surprise:
Sold out. Everything except baby clothes, a floppy hat four times the diameter of my head, and a pyjama top Nora found abandoned in the gardening supplies aisle (which she did purchase if I may add). Somehow, I did not get the memo that a) People in Tigard, Oregon would ambush over a Missoni collection at Target and b) that this particular collaboration would reach Lanvin for H&M-ambush status…considering that Target has been having designer collabs for YEARS and has always had plenty available even weeks post-debut.
It was very, very, sad…walking around gaping at the bare racks and displays bearing nothing but teasing price tags for how ridiculously CHEAP those zig-zag adorned bath towels, kitchenware, and cardigans would have been had I known to merge a trip to Target with my morning java consumption.
Oh well, fret I don’t as Naz and I agreed we would be up bright and early for Versace’s H&M debut come November and thus remedy the current situation at hand leaving with a different Italian product…in the form of Moscato d’Asti.
Apres the slight fail of a Target trip, we picked up Olive and headed to my very very favourite eating spot in all of Portland and suburbs: ARABIAN NIGHTS
I won’t bore you with photos of food you have already seen on this blog (think huge Mezze plates, piles of fluffy pita, and charred kebabs), but we did order something a little more off the grid this time, and in participation with our potassium-filled theme du jour:
It was a fabulous time, as any time is with my favourite people; accentuated by laughs, garlic, and magnificent nostalgic and comforting food
I’m so happy to be back; now if you’ll excuse me I have some major job searching and bachelorette pad-assembling to tend to
Were you able to snag anything from Missoni for Target?
How do you like YOUR potatoes?