This lentil soup recipe from Martha Stewart is my favorite ever.
I’ve made it so many times, I almost have it memorized. Any time I buy bacon for another recipe, I automatically buy tomato paste and a bag of lentils just so I can have it on hand. Double the recipe (a 1 pound bag of green lentils is 3 cups which is exactly double this recipe so you got it anyway) because the leftovers are divine. Freeze in individual portions for lunches (or “really good lunch day lunches” as I call them when I bring this in) or bring it to a new mom. It is so comforting and nourishing and delicious!!!! I mean- things gotta be good when you cook the vegetables in bacon grease. It’s really good with some warm bread but good on its own too.
Seriously though- how do adults know when to change a car battery? Because the way I know is when my car dies and I cross my fingers that it’s “just the battery” for the 30 min it takes AAA to get there. Here’s what the battery looked like when AAA pulled it out of my husband’s car in the Target parking lot:
I was happy to get out of Target spending less than $100 (remember how we all sang about how it all costs fifty bucks? One hundred bucks is the new fifty bucks.) Oh well…
To get to the log they found Laura next to, you have to park at the Kiana Lodge parking lot and ignore some signs which say no trespassing. I very promise that we did go find somebody and ask if we could take some pictures. It was a guy digging moss out from between paving stones on a patio so? He probably worked there. I mean… who would do that just for fun? That guy said it was totally cool.
Kiana Lodge is a venue type thing you can rent out for weddings, conferences or to shoot iconic scenes for the best TV series in history.
So anyways- back to the log. It was smaller than I was expecting (penis joke deleted).
Here’s me like I was Laura Palmer wrapped in plastic taking a selfie- only me and wrapped in an old hoodie and jeans that always fall down:
And here’s what Laura might have seen if she was able to see even though she was dead and probably couldn’t see:
Guess what? The Kiana Lodge was also used as interior shots for the Great Northern!
Are we hardcore fans now? I think so! I have started a blog with a title in which is a nod to a famous Twin Peaks character and have supplied 3 blog posts with proof that I went to these places and included some insider references! Yep! Did it!
The Palmer house is in Everett, WA and we were lucky enough to be welcomed in by the owner (and cast member of season 3), Mary Reber. We had a 4-year-old with us who doesn’t really pick up on Lynch’s subtle messages and dark whimsy- so I had to wrangle him outside while my husband and Mary discussed the meaning of the last episode in the kitchen where Sarah Palmer freaked us out for the first time with that phone call. It gave me a chance to take some #palmerhouseselfies
I also met this dude in Laura’s bedroom:
He didn’t show up for me downstairs though:
(Which he did for Sarah… but you know that, right? )
Did I say “spoiler alert” at the beginning of this post? I’ll say it now: spoiler alert! If you haven’t watched Twin Peaks just don’t read the Twin Peaks posts, okay? And what are you doing? Go friggin’ do yourself a favor and watch some incredible filmmaking that was once on prime time television.
So I went on a road trip with my husband and son to see the “real” Twin Peaks. The air smelled like waterfalls and Douglas firs.
Our first stop was the Double R which, in real life, is Twede’s Cafe. Look at those beautiful foggy noon-time mountains in the background. They sell real cherry pie and damn fine coffee. Here was mine:
We drove a few blocks to a park to sit on Carl’s bench and look at the trees. I didn’t let my four-year-old run a few steps ahead of me for this one- not even for the picture.
We found the location for the Twin Peaks sign- a sign which has been put up and taken down and put up again and taken down again because of vandalism. We drove up to the spot from the other direction and when we got out of the car, we weren’t sure we were in the right place- but it became very clear when we turned around…
We stopped and listened to the wind in the trees.
Next up was Ronette’s bridge. The train tracks had been paved over.
And then it was on to the Great Northern:
…which was the Salish Lodge at Snoqualmie Falls. Maybe someday we can afford to drink Pursued by Bear wine from one of their rooms- not this time though.