I am a beach bum at heart. Warm sand on my feet. Wind in my face. The smell of salty sea air. The water—delicious, refreshing, and shimmering water. I’ve always been a fish, but this trait comes out even more after a few days or so of (barely) surviving a major heat wave. Water. Give me water. Preferrably the ocean.
Yep, the beach is where its at.
Oh, and just FYI, this is not the only shirt I own. I realize that I’m always wearing it whenever my picture gets taken, but it just so happens to be my workout, slash, “I don’t care if it gets sweaty and dirty” shirt. Not to be gross or anything. Just figured I’d point that out. 😉
Beach bum partner! Aka, Mom.
Aside from all the obvious reasons of why I love the beach so much, I also happen to love the food. Growing up, my mom would pack my siblings and I egg salad sandwiches, along with orange soda. There’s something about swimming all day and then running back through warm sand, feeling achy and jiggly in the legs from being all active, and then being welcomed with a big beach towl and cold-packed sandwiches. It makes me smile. Just the thought of it. 😀
Today I packed snacks and sandwiches for both my mom and I, keeping it simple, cool and beachy.
Speaking of beachy fare, you will love this hummus recipe if you (a) like the taste of garlic and/or (b) sigh over basil.
- 1, 15oz. can of garbanzo beans, drained and rinsed
- 1 bunch of fresh basil
- 1 garlic clove, peeled and cut in half OR garlic powder sprinkled liberally
- 2 T. olive oil
- salt to taste
Blend all the ingredients together in a food processor. Add a little water if you want to thin it out a bit! Enjoy! 😀
There was also fresh fruit in the form of kiwis and sliced pears…
…plus sandwiches! Always sandwiches. It’s a must for every beach occasion. 😀
I smeared some Justin’s honey roasted peanut butter with a dab of homemade strawberry jam onto two slices of bread. So cold. So sweet. So beachy.
This grumpy guy was getting mad at me. “Share! Share! Share!” he seemed to be screaming. But I didn’t listen. I blocked him out and resumed my reading. He then flew over to another beach bum gal and won her—and her sandwich—over. I swear he gave me an evil glare before flying away to find another willing soul. Ah well…
Today was such a blast. I love the beach. I love Maine. I love New England.
Already, I’m counting the days until I return. 😀
Question: Do you love the beach? What is your favorite part about the beach?