Since I am taking a year off from college and I still live at home, I cherish every day that I can get out of the house. I don't live in downtown, so to go anywhere, I have to make a bit of a trip out of it. I guess that's the problem with living "almost in the West Hills," as a girl I used to go to school with so kindly put it to me once. Ha ha.
Today my mom and I went to Yoga Bhoga in SE Portland, and we took a great Hatha Flow class from the owner, Scott Lennartz. Then we headed over to Mother's Bistro, and I had a Cajun Frittata, which was delicious, except after I ate it, I realized that the sour cream I thought I was smearing all over it was actually butter. Hmmm. I was wondering why it seemed to melt into the frittata. So a little word of advice: if you go to Mother's, or any other restaurant for that matter, and you get a little jar of what looks like sour cream, taste it before you slather your meal with it.
Anyhow, here are some of my favorite shots from today, with my mamma: