We recently spent a long weekend with some good friends at their family’s condo on Oak Island.
It was only about an hour from here, but it still felt like a real vacation. (Thanks again guys, for inviting us.)
In fact, now that I think of it, it was the first real vacation we’ve taken since E was born over a year ago. We’ve traveled to family weddings and that sort of thing, but never just left town with no particular agenda.
Traveling is definitely different with a baby. Even with no place we had to be, it’s not as though we were exactly freewheeling.
We were up and out of the condo first thing every morning, so as to squeeze in as much beach time as possible before E’s morning nap.
The great thing about going to the beach at 8 a.m. is that we had it all to ourselves. Some mornings we were the only ones out there except for the odd dog walker passing by.
I don’t know what it is about going to the beach (where, let’s be honest, I’m mostly sedentary) but I’m always really ravenous afterwards.
This tomato cobbler is something I made for dinner one night at the condo. Paul calls it “stodgy man food.” It’s just the sort of thing I’m in the mood for after a day at the beach: fresh, uncomplicated and filling….