I See You Morro Bay

Last weekend, we celebrated my birthday in Morro Bay. We met our close friends Gary and April there and stayed in a nice little airbnb close to the beach. Mike and I drove down on Friday night after work, arriving at the house around 9:30pm (minutes before Gary and April).

Mike, April, and I went to the store to stock up on beer and breakfast noms for the next morning. I’m a big fan of IPAs and found a tangerine one that was legit. It was a perfect combination of citrus and hoppy (and a solid 6% – beer under 5% is a waste of time and calories, in my opinion). After a few beers and catching up a little bit, we all went to bed.

The next morning we drank coffee (tea for Mike!) and made a decadent breakfast. I’ve mentioned on the blog a few times that a splash of 1/2&1/2 in my morning coffee would be one of the hardest things to give up if I were ever to be a vegan. I’m surprised that this theory has been completely debunked… I now prefer almond milk in my coffee over cow’s milk. Now, if only cheese wasn’t part of the reason I live so delicious…

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Morning view of the Morro Bay Rock from our airbnb
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The digs

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For breakfast we have waffles, eggs, bacon, and strawberries. Then is was time to get ready and head to San Luis Obispo. There was a Dia De Los Muertos (The Day of the Dead) festival in downtown that we explored. We also ate at Luna Red, a restaurant we went to a few years ago for brunch after a camping trip. Here we filled up on cocktails and tacos. #whatsbetter

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I’ve got almond milk clouds in my coffee…
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Me & April #a2

When we got back to our airbnb, Gary and April took a nap. I was trying to resist the urge, so Mike and I started an episode of The West Wing (gotta love an airbnb with Netflix!) but I quickly fell asleep, despite the political drama P.O.T.U.S. Bartlet and his staff were going through. (Side note: I actually love West Wing – do people actually say “The“? – and rarely fall asleep during an episode!)

For dinner we went Rose’s Bar and Grill and sat out by the water. Morro Bay is famous for this massive rock and we had a great view! April and I each ordered a glass of white wine, a house salad, and the lobster mac n’ cheese. Hooray for girlfriends to spilt dinners with! (Even though, to be fair, Mike does spilt things with me most of the time.) As we were walking out, we spotted a small arcade room with air hockey. We stopped for a few rounds before heading back to the house and, yes, of course Mike was champion. We finished the night off with a game of Love Letters, which is one of mine and Mike’s favorite games.

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Dinner and a view!
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Mike holding my purse (thanks Life in Leggings for the recommendation!)  while I played air hockey
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Games and vino

The next morning, Gary and Mike woke up early to set up for the race while April and I spelt in and took our time. Woot woot! Plus, it was also daylight savings (daylight saving?) and I was not complaining about the extra hour off sleep. Okaaaay?!

After the boys were in from the swim, April and I headed to The Coffee Pot (recommendation to us by my mom and stepdad, who got MARRIED in Morro Bay earlier this year) for some much needed BLACK MAGIC and breakfast. Here we spilt (again, I know) a breakfast croissant and home fries. Then it was back to the finish line to see our men come in from the run.

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Mike peeling off his wetsuit after the swim (the only picture I got, ek)
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“Now a silly one….”

Before lunch we packed up the cars, cleaned up the house, and then were right back downtown ready to eat. Morro Bay is your quintessential little beach town, with it’s salty air; creaky, semi-worn down restaurants; and ocean sound effects. (This was actually the 2nd year that we’ve been there and the 2nd time we’ve seen otters in the Bay! Which, in my opinion, is the cutest, best part of the trip.)

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I forgot where we decided to go for lunch but I wasn’t all too impressed with their menu selection. Everyone else got a burger but I knew I would feel sluggish if I ate such a big meal, so I went with a side salad and cup of calm chowder. Pro tip: when dining out, or even at home, ask for a slice of lemon and side of olive oil for your dressing instead of the sugary, calorie-dense options they likely have. I swear, a squirt of citrus, a dash of OO, with some S&P, and you won’t even miss the other stuff.

It was time to head home and say goodbye after 😦

Until next time, Morro Bay!

changing the world on a Sunday night…

It seems nothing ignites my natural, whole food, plant based (hippy, granola. tree hugging, chia seeds loving) side more than a good Industry Bashing documentary, so when I found out that Fed Up was (finally!!) available to stream on Netflix, I literally halted life, crawled onto my bed (too much clean laundry to fold to crawl in it) and pressed play.   Onepointfive hours later and I can’t do anything (laundry, shower, sleep…) besides BLOG about it.

If you remember, another documentary – Vegucated – was my initial muse for The Veg Voyage. I’ll admit, I have a serious fall-hard-and-fast-lust/love-affair thing going on with food documentaries. Like, it’s a problem. But really,  I might need to get some help…  AMERICA needs to seriously get some help.

So, aside from hanging on to every word Katie Couric and cast spoke during Fed Up (except when I paused to check how many grams of sugar are in the tomato sauce, ketchup and salad dressing* that I buy…), I couldn’t help but make some alarming comparisons to the book I just finished, French Kids Eat Everything.

As I was reading this book, I was thinking about blogging some of the highlights. However, now that I’ve seen Fed Up, I believe a full-blown blog-series is in order; comparing habits (of both the eating and the marketing of food in the two countries) and the government vs. parent  responsibility for children not only to eat well but to learn to eat well.

I wish I could jump into my opinions now but, it’s Sunday. I have work tomorrow and there is still a giant pile of laundry that needs to be put away. So, instead, I’ll leave you with my real-life motto:

Vegetables can change the world.

Be sure to come back to The Veg Voyage and let me prove it to you! (Also, please try to read that motto in your least corny voice…;)

*I used to make my own salad dressing but then, one day, on a whim, I bought Newman’s Own at Whole Foods and, let’s just say, my life has never been the same. Luckily, this obsession/love/addiction dressing doesn’t have an absurd amount of sugar in it sooo I’ll be able to sleep tonight.