As you saw in an earlier post, the first part of my week in Washington, DC was a glorious blend of vegan meals (from breakfast to dinner to drinks), time with my favourite Gena, and hours spent soaking up sunshine.
Today, you’ll see that the second part of my week in Washington, DC was a glorious blend of vegan meals (from salads to cake to ice cream), time with my favourite Maria, and hours spent soaking up sunshine.
What can I say? I know what I like and I like friendship, warmth, and sugar.
Back when I lived in Charlottesville, Virginia in 2007-8, one of my best friends was Maria, a stellar lady of wonderment whose sense of humour, kindness, and friendship made my year at UVA exponentially more wonderful. We’ve stayed in touch ever since (including meeting up during my 2009-10 US/Europe travels), and I can safely say that my respect and love for this lady only increases with each passing year.
While I was sad to see that my favourite hearts of palm were no longer on offer at sweetgreen, I was nevertheless enamoured with the creation I devised in their absence. (Word to the wise: make sure you truly do love heat before constructing a vegan salad with spicy broccoli, spicy pickles, and sririacha as key players. When sweetgreen says “spicy”, they mean spicy. It burned. It was glorious.)
Another day saw Maria and I wandering around Georgetown, delighting in Vienna coffee (hers) and iced almond milk coffee (mine), yearning helplessly for everything at Anthropologie and, more than anything else, enjoying each other’s company.
Alas, all too soon we had to say goodbye, and so I did what any good dessert-obsessed lass would do when faced with melancholy:
I bought myself a slab of sweet potato cake. Vegan Sweet & Natural sweet potato cake with coconut icing, to be exact. The texture of the cake was fantastic; it was moist yet fluffy, soft yet squidgy, and all the while the flavour sang with nutmeg, cinnamon, light coconut, sweet potato, and caramel notes. The cake tasted rich but, at the same time, wasn’t too sweet, although the icing did lend a sugary, almost tangy sparkle to each bite.
But you don’t think I stopped at cake, did you?
Of course I didn’t. Not when Toffee Almond Fudge Almond Dream ice cream (“non-dairy frozen dessert”) was beckoning to me from the freezer.
Oh, Washington, DC. I do enjoy visiting you.