bits of my memorial day week(end), according to instagram

{a tall and singular fiery orange bloom}

Behind every cap twisted off, every grill fired up, every juicy cheeseburger consumed, and every cannonball that was ambushed this past weekend, lies the snubbed light of a soldier who put his life at stake – and lost.  Throughout our country’s history, these heroic acts of tit-for-tat have been carried out not for the sake of those soldiers – but instead, heroically for all of us.  As it concurrently acts as the kickoff to Summer and the un-official-official christening of the year’s barbeque season, it can be easy to overlook the fact that Memorial Day not only embodies one of Summer’s sought after long weekends, but that it is first and foremost an all-important day where every citizen who enjoys the freedoms that our country affords us should take pause and thank those who have lost it alljust to give it all to us.  Regardless of your political views, your affiliations, or your contentment (or discord) with current policies, Memorial Day is one special day set aside to separate oneself from all of that; to celebrate the brave souls who marched headfirst into undeniably terrifying circumstances, and who gave definition to the phrase “the land of the free, and the home of the brave.”

This Memorial Day was spent exactly how I like it: mostly at home, and mostly with friends.  We kicked it off with a two-hour hike up through Chautauqua on Saturday morning with two of our close friends, who strapped their six-month old baby boy into his Bjorn (and decorated him in the most darling Patagonia shorts and North Face sun-cap) and tackled the Flatirons 1 & 2 hike with us, without any of them so much as flinching.  We returned back to our house with one giggly baby in tow for iced glasses of homemade peach sangria on the deck, and a (very) hearty lunch of cedar planked maple salmon, red pepper and eggplant quinoa salad, roasted asparagus, fresh mozzarella and tomatoes with garden basil, and a green salad stuffed with a variety of lettuces from our veggie patch.  We were lucky enough to be joined by James’ uncle visiting from Australia, and he arrived just in time to partake in our ample barbeque spread.  After lunch, we showed him around our new home town, and took him to one of my favorite restaurants, Cafe Aion, for a massive supper of linguica and mussel paella, merguez sausage and pickled fresno chilis, flash fried cauliflower with saffron yogurt, fennel salad with crispy bites of duck confit, a fat slice of pork terrine with rhubarb compote, and, finally, scoops of their amazing homemade vanilla ice cream – complete with a drizzle of good olive oil and sprinkling of fleur de sel.

The rest of the weekend was just busy enough – I tended to many of the furniture painting projects I have taken to as of late, we squeezed in a shoulder-bronzing afternoon at the pool, we cozied up to watch a bluegrass band and sipped on craft brews at the Boulder Creek Festival, and decided to indulge ourselves Sunday evening with an eight o’clock reservation at The Flagstaff House.  The Flagstaff House is tucked up just about a mile West from our house, up in the very literal foothills of the Rockies, and perched up at an elevation of 6,000 miles.  Though I had heard that a night at Flagstaff is always enjoyable – and I have ventured there many nights for sunset cocktails on the deck – we were blown away by the meticulous service and the incredible, truly delectable food.  The dishes, though by no means priced to be recession friendly, were all very well thought out, and the portions were generous, considering the circumstances.  Every little detail was fleshed out perfectly, and the quality of the fish, wild game, and local vegetables was unparalleled.  We were started with perfect amuse bouches of smoked trout pate and whipped brie cheese on toast, and those bites were followed by warm parcels of tender and savory braised lamb accented by local goat cheese.  A palate cleansing bite of slightly sweet prickly pear sorbet arrived just before our meals, as did a few pieces of the most sensational bread – a walnut spice roll that nailed the salty/sweet nexus right on the noggin.  I started with a creamy lobster soup, which arrived as a mountain of tender rice and a tangle of sweet lobster tail and claw meat and was completed by the waiter pouring a hot coconut-milk and cream based broth over the top, gingerly filling my bowl.  My entree of Copper River salmon was so tender and flavorful and caramelized just right on its lightly crisped and bronzed edges, and the filet sat atop a pile of salty potatoes and tangy shaved spring vegetables.  It was all accented by a generous helping of sweet and succulent blue crab tucked into a choux pastry basket, which made the perfect light but still wonderfully-over-the-top accent to the rich and buttery salmon.  James tucked into a dish of crisp pancetta wrapped quail over parmesan polenta, and decided on a perfectly rare sliced duck breast to follow.  A ridiculously decadent helping of molten chocolate cake topped it all off, along with a sampling of five house pastries and a couple of glasses of sweet and dark port.  We were each given a dense and sticky loaf of blueberry poppyseed bread to take home, and the entire lot currently holds court as the best meal we have had in Boulder – and, to be quite honest, one of our best ever.

It was a great Memorial Day weekend.  Though I did spend most of it enjoying myself, I made sure to stop and remind myself that the very fact that I was doing what I wanted to, when I wanted to, and how I wanted to was due in its entirety to all of the soldiers who have cumulatively given their lives over the history of our country’s years, and all in favor of a better tomorrow.  It was all too easy to loose sight of that fact as I dug into my abundant plates, shared hearty laughs with good friends and new family, and leaned closer to my beloved husband, but deep down I am oh so appreciative, and I continue to salute and appreciate our nations best and bravest as we soldier forward into the future.

{my mantra, in a tote – sums it up quite nicely}

{hothouse tomatoes from longmont, fresh mozz, and garden basil – both purple and green}

{cedar planked grilled maple glazed salmon, grilled ‘goose, and quinoa salad with roasted red peppers, eggplant, and garden mint}

{a colorful incarnation of my new monogram}

{sunbathing to bluegrass at the boulder creek festival}


{lemon-thyme boule}

{a summery cuff}

{magenta pops in the front yard}

{extra cold + extra dirty, with maytag blue stuffed olives}

{a game-changer}

{a ridiculous sleeping pose: legs under covers, on back, paws crossed}

{salad with homegrown lettuce, every night this week}

{monday night cure-all: martha, cold gruner, haystack farms cheese}

{someone had the nerve to eat all the ripe berries…..and by someone i mean she with the curled tail and zero profile}

{a weekday cave-in for a proper breakfast: a farmers market bennie}

{newest lipsession: mor lip macaroon in blood orange}

{a week of projects: an ombre painted wooden plate…}

{…tangerine + gold chevron…}

{…matching the paint can…}

{…mint + gold dipped.}

{finally warm enough to give our tomatoes a permanent home in the veggie patch}

{all smiles [and snorts + snarfles] for a three-day weekend}

{rooftop libations on a balmy saturday night}

{saturday morning home depot dash}

{flagstaff house: braised lamb parcels with haystack chevre}

{flagstaff house: pancetta wrapped quail with polenta}

{a bunny butler bearing our amuse bouche}

{ready for a good nap}

14 responses to “bits of my memorial day week(end), according to instagram

  1. I could most definitely go for a hike in Boulder, eat all that yummy food (the mozz and basil dish looks to die for), give lots of smooches to the puggie pooch and of course eat cake for breakfast. It looks like a great weekend!

  2. Beautiful pictures! And I love love love Boulder! I went to CU, and Boulder definitely has a special place in my heart. :) I miss it a ton! My favorite restaurant was the Leaf, off Pearl St. Thanks for posting! I’m glad you had a great weekend!

    • i love leaf! that is one of my favorite places to pop in for lunch, and they have a really great beer/cocktail selection too! i always think how awesome it would have been to go to CU….i love boulder too, and can only imagine how great of a town it would have been to spend 4 years in college…..

      • They have a great mint lemonade too! I also loved Dushanbe (of course) and VG burger. CU was a lot of fun, but I feel like it had a different and separate culture than the rest of Boulder. I’m happy for you that you get to live there and enjoy that Boulder gorgeousness. :)

  3. The photos tell a wonderful story. Beautifully done.

  4. Loving your photos – Have a Great Day!

  5. Sounds like an awesome weekend! I can’t wait to visit! miss you xo

  6. Haha… zero profile… that is just too much! Can’t wait to see you all in 2 short months!

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