Last weekend Sean and I visited our friends Carri and Ted at their fabulous little beach house on Cape May! I brought them a blackberry and blueberry crumb cake. (Will be posting that recipe soon. Perfect for brunch!) The beach house is named Pinky, and it has views of the most perfect sunset.
We watched this right from Pinky’s newly landscaped front yard. We walked along the beach and saw a lot of dead horseshoe crabs. (Carri and Ted’s beach is a breeding ground. Lovemaking can be brutal!) And we wandered back up to the house, enjoyed cocktails and cooked dinner outside. I seasoned chicken, sausage and vegetables which Sean grilled, and Ted set a beautiful candlelit table (I wish I took photos). It was gorgeous. Dining al fresco!
The next day, Carri took me down to the beach to see the dolphins play. I thought they didn’t exist. I kept calling them Carri’s unicorns… but they do exist! And I didn’t take photos. So there isn’t proof.
Carri and I left Pinky, and we went into town to do yoga on the beach. So peaceful. The waves and our breathing synced… ahhh bliss. (No photos of that either.)
And then Sean and I hit the town with his camera in tow:
We had a really, really good drink at Congress Hall‘s Brown Room. Don’t remember the name but it was crisp and had pureed mango. I think it was an aqua fresco.
We posed for a series of photos in a huge mirror:
This was one of my favorites. Then we ate at the Rusty Nail – which was, ehhh… not as good as I wanted it to be. I had a conch cone. I always have such high hopes for conch.
After lunch we wandered the town:
We saw a shipwreck.
We climbed a fire tower. We climbed the lighthouse. And I must say now, I will never ever wear kitten heels again when sightseeing. Folks I had to climb metal stairs:
On my tiptoes! Here is a better angle of my death-defying feat:
(Fantastic, angle Sean!) I’m still stunned I was able to do it! I deserve some sort of heel wearing award. And then we came back and took advantage of Pinky’s amazing outdoor enclosed shower.
🙂 No photos of that. We dressed up for dinner:
And waited to see the sunset… but then thought better of it and we ran off to met Carri, Ted and friends at Harpoon Henry’s for a quick drink. And listened to a man sing Margaritaville, which I’ve always believed was a song written for me. That, and Brown Eyed Girl. I’m a narcissist that way. (He sang that, too.)
Carri and Ted suggested that we go to Peter Shields Restaurant for dinner. We obliged and:
We had a gorgeous dinner (Bouillabaisse and an exotic salmon dish), with one flaw: a lady who was possibly suffering from tuberculosis. She wheezed and coughed for about a half hour driving out a couple celebrating their anniversary. But Sean and I would not be deterred, and when she left, we were comped our delicious desserts as a reward! Perfect cream brulee and cheesecake with raspberries, pecans and caramel. Yummy! Take that, anniversary couple!
We then took a moonlight stroll along the beach:
Pretty, pretty. I was freezing. So Sean grabbed his jacket out of the back of his car. And snapped this photo of me:
And we gazed at the moon.
The next morning, we had a lot of difficulty moving. So we didn’t until it became apparent that we wouldn’t eat if we didn’t move. Carri and Ted led us to the Lobster House, where we purchased scallops and live lobsters, and we ate lunch at Lucky Bones. The food was pretty tasty. The waitress and mojitos… not so much.
After lunch we went back to Pinky to say our goodbyes. We packed up our lobsters, and we headed back to reality:
The infamous Jersey Turnpike:
I’m sad thinking about what we left! But we had dinner to look forward to. I said a little farewell prayer for our lobster friends, and boiled them quickly:
I served them with drawn butter, sautéed vegetables, and sweet corn with dill butter. (Oh yes, recipes will be posted with or without photos).
And the next morning I made Sean waffles with blackberries and rich caramel. (He was too hungry to photograph them.) Followed by scallops:
And I made a basil corn relish for them:
And served them with a spinach salad drizzled in a peach Dijon vinaigrette. I told Sean that he was spoiled, but he said, “No. It’s supposed to be this way!”
I couldn’t agree more.
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