Minted Julep: Blue Heaven

I had hoped to post pictures from our trip to Harbor Island to meet friends this past weekend, but since we were only there for twelve hours before we had to flee in darkness because our children wouldn't settle in and sleep, there weren't many photo opportunities. At 5:30 in the morning, after a night of little sleep, Andy and I looked at each other and made the mutual decision to cry uncle. If you have small children you may have a similar story.

Now that we are home and back to our routine (which I've realized is the only thing holding us together right now) my children are having a sleep fest. Apparently all they needed was their own beds. And I am traveling in my mind, remembering what vacation used to mean before it meant constant worrying about dangerous stairs, unfamiliar beds, the perils of room sharing and searching for diapers and feeding utensils when they are scattered amongst multiple suitcases.

One of our favorite spots on earth is Blue Heaven in Key West, an ecclectic restaurant with bright table cloths, a dirt floor, and chickens running around at your feet. They serve delicious bloody marys and one of the best breakfasts I've ever had: pancakes, benedicts, homemade banana bread, shrimp and grits, and fresh-squeezed orange juice. It may be a while before we travel again, but today I am at Blue Heaven in my mind, enjoying breakfast with Andy and deciding how we'd like to spend our day.