Saturday at 5:55AM

And its Saturday at 5:55AM….

Olive, the Morkie who runs my household, has determined the day must begin. She runs the roost, so up we are for our morning walk. The sun is rising and not another soul has deemed this hour appropriate for waking.

Thanks Olive.. But actually, really, thank you. On Saturdays we can enjoy this. The birds are so loud they’re almost yelling, the temperature rising, and the morning dew soaking my feet. Olive gets to sniff each and every tree without competition. Let me tell you, she is not a fan of competition when she pees… Especially if you happen to be a golden retriever….. She’s been a city dog her whole life, this Queen Bee thing needs to stop. But at 5:55 AM on Saturday, she can rule this world.

And off we go, traipsing through Kenwood, Lowry Hill and Loring Park; passed only by the occasional runner. Olive, still Queen.

Though I struggle pulling back the duvet and forcing on semi appropriate clothing;This peaceful time with her as the city is slowly stirring…. one of the things I love most about her and Saturdays.

Saturdays are meant for exploring. Like new restaurants. D recently took me to Lucia’s, the perfect Saturday morning spot.

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Lucia’s is a restaurant, wine bar and To Go side. Nothing was more perfect than strolling in and ordering from the deli counter. Breakfasts, salads, sandwiches and baked goods.. it was hard to decide.  D and split this chicken salad and a ham/gruyere crepe. Both delightful.

I will be back for many more Saturday mornings 🙂

Have you been to Lucia’s?

Cooking Away

Lets call today bucket list Monday. On my bucket list: take more cooking classes.

Last week mom and I did just that.

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We went to Cooks of Crocus Hill in St Paul. Our chef was funny, informative and all around a good time. We took the Cajun cooking class and in total there were only eight students. I was beyond excited for our Cajun meal. While I don’t remember the years we lived in Louisiana, I’m told its where I developed my love of seafood.

The class size was intimate and allowed for a full hands on experience. Mom and I were assigned to the red beans and rice and the dessert.

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I tried my hardest to eat every single thing.

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After this I was ready to roll myself out and onto my couch. Have I mentioned that that was the best salad I’ve ever had?

Have you ever been to Cooks of Crocus Hill? Have you taken a cooking class?