Maybe it was the lack of sleep last night. Maybe it was just time to move on. In any case, by Friday morning, I was feeling kind of wined and dined out and looking for a beer and some simpler food. Nothing against chef's tastings and wine pairings, but a guy needs a break now and again.
The lack of sleep, yeah, that was fun. At 0230, I was awakened by a blood curdling scream in the night. I have heard a lot of coyote vocalizations before, but nothing that ever sounded like someone was being murdered. Until last night. Over the course of 15 minutes, the coyote would sound off at random intervals, but none of his buddies joined in. Strange. I have never heard a coyote call that another dozen wouldn't start yipping and yowling in response. But it seemed that every freaking dog in all of Yamhill County decided to bark back. What a racket! No wonder I couldn't sleep.
We were up fairly early and got ourselves all cleaned up, all packed up, and then came downstairs to spend the final morning in Newberg sitting on deck admiring the splendid views while listening to the spotted towhees call from the tree line below. Kristin came outside after she finished preparing breakfast and asked if we wanted to eat outside, but since the dining room was all set up, we declined, there being no point in relocating everything.
When we sat down to the table, we noticed the butterfly print napkins folded in the shape of a butterfly. Ann and Kristin had got into a discussion about napkin folding the previous morning when our places were set with a fairly intricately folded napkin. And you know how Ann is about a beautiful table, so Kristin was showing her a thing or two.
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| Butterfly Napkin |
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| Cantaloupe, Watermelon, Marionberry Sauce, Feta Cheese |
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| Lemon Poppyseed Bread |
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| Blackberry Rosemary Jelly and Strawberry Orange Jam |
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| Nasturtium Pesto Scramble; Zucchini-Lemon Thyme Pancakes |
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