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17 October 2011
Twirling down an October boardwalk
We just got back from a 5 day trip to celebrate our anniversary. Our original plan was to go to Camp Hatteras, where we spent part of our honeymoon, but Hurricane Irene ruined that plan by washing out the road. I know they were attempting to repair it, but we ended up deciding to stay in Maryland. So we went to Assateague, which, no matter how many times I go, still fills me with awe. I cried when we left this afternoon.
We mostly stayed around the campground. We were joined by a small band of ponies for most of the weekend, a stallion, two mares, and a spring foal. I think I fell in love with the foal. (And, yes, I kept a respectful distance, these were courtesy of my zoom)Left-brain said people asked him if the foal was OK. He told them he thought so.
They did spend quite a while in front of our camper and DH's truck. The stallion must have been checking out the rig.
He was not afraid of the flapping flag. Left-brain said he rubbed his butt on the flagpole and let the flag ripple out over his back. But then again, if you protect your band from a hurricane, a flag is nothing.
We didn't spend the entire time parked in front of the camper. We did take a nice walk on the beach. Left-brain proposed to me again. Of course, I accepted again! We went for dinner last night in Ocean City, then tried to go to Salty Yarns. It was closed, though, as was most everything on the Boardwalk. I was a bit bummed by that, but he said we'd come back down this winter, and I'm going there. So instead, we walked the boardwalk. It was wierd to see it so empty, but Left-brain took the opportunity to twirl me down the expanse. It was a night I will never forget.
One of the things I really wanted to do for our anniversary was have a nice cake. Our wedding cake was atrocious. It tasted good, but looked like crap. I was embarrassed that our guests would think I picked that. Or that Left-brain would think I chose the cake. So I have been swearing we'd have a good cake for the entire year. When we knew we were going to Ocean City, the only choice was to go with a Smith Island cake, the state dessert of Maryland.
We picked this cake out from the Smith Island Cake Company store. It's pumpkin. However, this being a Crazyville anniversary, I DROPPED THE FRIGGING CAKE taking it out of the fridge. As you can see, it didn't damage it.
As I told Left-brain, even dropped, it still looked better than the wedding cake.
And it tasted like Heaven.
If you've never had a Smith Island cake, do yourself a huge favor and get yourself one. Or bake it. They are traditionally yellow cake with chocolate icing, but the place we bought this does them in fanciful flavors. They provide the local restaurants with cake. Left-brain was impressed at the number of layers of cake in his piece, and says it was good cake (and he's not a cake man.)I think I've made a new stop for us when we come down!
I will try to post photos of some stitching tomorrow. Left-brain and I thank you for all the nice comments and congratulations. It was an extra gift!
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7 comments:
Happy Anniversary! Sounds like a wonderful little getaway. How amazing to be so close to the wild horses and that cake looks delicious. So happy it didn't fall apart.
Happy, Happy Anniversary! What a lovely place for a holiday.
Happy Anniversary - Wow that year has gone fast :)
Happy Anniversary and it looks and sounds like a wonderful time. That cake looks sooo yummy!!! I love the pics and the horses are wonderful!
Sounds like a wonderfully romantic anniversary celebration. The story about the cake is the stuff memories are made of! By the way, what went wrong with the actual wedding cake?
Happy Anniversary! I would be bummed about Salty Yarns being closed too...always love going there when we go to OC. I've had a Smith Island cake, but never pumpkin! I bet that was simply yummy! Don't forget to let me know about the next time you go to that stitching group near me :-)
Your anniversary cake looks scrumptious! Happy Anniversary.
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