Its been a few weeks, but I can’t let something like the Baltimore Book Festival pass by without a post.
I wasn’t expecting much – feeling a little down on Charm City – maybe some used book sellers and a food truck…if we’re lucky? But the Festiva proved me wrong and showed me that Berlin doesn’t have the monopoly on Strassenfeste. Of course, there were booksellers – old and new – but there weer also authors as well as a healthy representation of local cultural institutions and children’s activities. We even had our first encounter with a costume character.
S wasn’t scared. She was just cautious.
The highlight of the festival was the Peabody Institute, a conservatory attached to The John Hopkins University. The 19th century building is beautiful and was wholly unexpected.
This year’s festival was held September 27 – 29th. For more information, visit the Baltimore Book Festival’s website and maybe we’ll see you in 2014!
Everybody needs a brunch place. We’ve found ours.
I saw Johnny’s ad boasting “west coast food” in “Baltimore” magazine. Having no idea what this would mean (quinoa and avocado, possibly?), we had to find out.
Nothing out of the ordinary, but certainly good food and good coffee.
The restaurant has a children’s menu, but its not available at breakfast. S shared a stack of pancakes with her dad and, of course, sampled from my plate, as well. She kept and then had to go directly to Gramma’s house to show off our new masterpiece.
Sorry about the lack of posts. I started working and we haven’t had our usual leisure time to explore Baltimore.
S’s school has an award-winning healthy choices program that focuses on teaching the children about eating well. The class meets once a week with a nurse to learn all sorts of things. To be honest, I don’t really know, but it can’t hurt, right? The school sent some flyers home about not celebrating special events or rewarding ourselves and our children with food.
Obviously, these people haven’t twice in as many years with a three year old. I like broccoli, but sometimes you need to balance out the green with something a little sweeter like these cupcakes from Fresh Bakery.
I wasn’t too sure when I saw the sign for a new bakery with such a simple name, but in our suburban neighborhood filled with chains and pizza shops, I was willing to give anything new a shot.
Some of our favorites include the personal pies (Pumpkin! or for the pumpkin averse there’s also apple, pecan, sweet potato and peach)
(sorry, I couldn’t resist a bite before taking a photo)
and the banana pudding is well worth a shot or even breaking a few school rules.
If you can bring yourself to share, that is.
We stopped in Aldi today. I was under the impression/somehow assured myself that there would be something German inside. The Aldi’s in Germany carry Trader Joe’s products (TJ is owned by Aldi Nord); surely there would be some slightly out of place in suburban Maryland, but wholly welcome by me German product, Ja? I thought maybe some type of Würste or a vacuum-packed Sachertorte.
Our first impression was promising. Jon was disappointed that he didn’t have his Kaiser’s coin, but an all American quarter did the trick.
The aisles were more or less the same…
But nothing German inside. Gar nichts.
Its apple season!
This is the first time S has lived somewhere with the possibility to pick your own apples. In Germany, there was a chance to pick your own potatoes, but only if you wanted to then throw them into a bonfire and eat them dirt and all. What can I say? Germans are weird sometimes.
Weber’s Farm, sadly, did not have enough apples for P.Y.O, but they did have cider and apple doughnuts.
According to some, this is the best part.
We also liked walking around the farm store where we got some already picked apples, local honey, and the aforementioned treats.
I’m disappointed that we didn’t get to pick anything, but I’m not going to let another apple season pass in vain! Check back next week to see what we find!
We’re slowly building up our new repertoire of local restaurants. One of our first discoveries was Cafe Spice in Cockeysville.
Its one of the first places we’ve found that we really look forward to going back too.
Even S likes it. When she was a very little baby, she used to like dipping naan in the sauces until one day when she just decided no, I only eat very bland yellow food. Recently, she started to include pappadum on her list of S approved cuisine, so now I feel less guilty about taking her to Indian restaurants. Of course, mango lassis are still her absolute favorite.
Baltimore is hard. Its an older, more established community – older than Irvine anyway – and I wonder if anyone really needs me to write about things I do with my daughter. Its harder to break through, as well, again because it is an older community. Everybody already knows everybody and who are you? Why should I help you?
Getting passed the negativity is hard. Getting passed the lack of fresh, organic produce is hard. (Seriously, does California just hoard ALL THE VEGETABLES?) Its another season of culture shock.
We went to Fell’s Point, because I heard Fell’s Point is cool? I think whoever told me this left out some other pertinent information, because we found a ghost town. There was a small group of people waiting for the water taxi, but S wasn’t interested. We walked around a bit, but didn’t find the shops, restaurants, and general hustle and bustle I expected.
There were some beautiful brick buildings, though.
There are always things to jump over.
Is there a certain time of day you’re supposed to go…or not go? We went just before lunchtime.
Daily Grind, 1720 Thames St: a local coffee shop with plenty of seating. Perfect for studying or working (or at least it seemed so when we were there. Maybe its noisier at night?)