Antojitos Mexicanos is a popular family restaurant here in Yakima, and it’s usually packed for lunch. They’ve often advertised their homemade corn tortillas on their marquee outside, and it’s not hard to see why.
I almost got brave and ordered one of my other favorite dishes (a torta) but I decided to stick with my regular tacos asada since they’re a good judge of any Mexican restaurant. There is something about the simplicity of the dish that allows the restaurant’s attention to detail to shine through.
One of the best things about Antojitos is the variety of salsas you get to try if you order chips. They offer a bunch of different kinds: a avocado-cilantro-lime sauce, a smoky, chipotle-like runny sauce (which was co-diner S’s favorite), a pico de gallo, a traditional tomatillo-based green salsa, and a hotter red. Some people’s reviews on Urbanspoon indicate that they’ve been offended that Antonjitos charges .75 cents for chips (as free chips and salsa are usually the rule) but I think the variety of sauces more than makes up for that. For the record, a lot of people think that for the money, Antonjitos is the best Mexican place in Yakima.
Our lunch arrived promptly, and was eaten just as promptly. You just can’t beat the fresh taste of homemade corn tortillas like these (below). Like Taco Borracho on Fair Avenue, the tacos at Antonjitos come with rice and beans (this is a bit of a departure from a traditional restaurant, which usually just serves tacos). The beans were creamy and well-seasoned, and the rice was moist and flavorful. My beau R had tacos al carbon (steak with sauteed peppers and onions) and divided up the considerable taco filling among his tortillas in order to eat them in as civilized a manner as possible. (If you detect a faint note of sarcasm here, it’s because R. is quite possibly one of the most accident-prone diners I’ve ever seen. We keep an array of laundry products on hand for coping with his various prandial mishaps.)
One of the only problems with Antonjitos is that they close unexpectedly and periodically. They’re not open on Mondays, but we’ve been there at other times during the summer when they’ve been closed–we’re not sure why (perhaps, like Famous Burger and Teriyaki Sandwich, the owners take some time off during the summer months). If you have an important gathering scheduled, you probably should call ahead to make sure they’ll be open.
If you’re lunching with a big group, you’ll want to make sure to come early–after about 12:15, the small restaurant really fills up. They’re located at 3512 Summitview Ave, and are open from 9-8 Tues.-Sat. and from 8-4 on Sunday.
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Stomach flu is apparently good for redecorating.
Well, it’s at least good for SOMETHING, I thought, as I rode the waves of nausea in the ship of my bed for a few days earlier this week. Of course our cats thought my incapacitation was fabulous…at least until they were shoved roughly out of the way for emergency bathroom visits.
Anyway, when you find yourself in a state of forced contemplation, you ponder a lot of things—the state of mankind, the meaning of love, why the heck you have so many cats, the 4th District Republican candidates…(well, okay, I’m just kidding on that last one). But being trapped in a room for a couple of days is also a guaranteed way to make you start thinking about the room itself.
I’d recently repainted our bedroom, and did some serious furniture rearranging. I’d even took “before” pictures, intending to share the results in this very blog—but then. Then we got snagged on where to hang the pictures. Ergo, I haven’t been able to show off the final product.
R’s daughter recently presented him with a beautiful and artistic painting of a lion, which he had triple-matted and framed. I love this painting. And because I was raised by an artist, I believe that you should always keep dear pieces close to your heart—and preferably where other people can see them, too.
You’ll have to admit this is pretty amazing. Maddy is very talented, and all the Craft Warehouse framing folks thought so, too.
The problem is that the painting arrived after I’d already made an attempt at creating an “accent wall” for the newly-painted and rearranged bedroom. This came about thanks to being completely corrupted by Pinterest. I’d had no clue what an “accent wall” even was…until I’d searched Pinterest about bedroom redecorating.
This (lame) attempt included two rather large canvasses. Since R. likes abstract paintings, I figured that I could at least make something passable to hang over the bed. I found a couple of big canvasses on sale at Craft Warehouse, and got out my acrylic paints. (You can see where this is going, right?)
But then R. actually likes the paintings I made. As for me, I really, really, really wanted those blank white canvasses back—the white panels looked much better in a trial run propped on our headboard than my paintings. So my attempt at an “accent wall” is now stuffed unceremoniously behind our bedroom door.
I would love Maddy’s painting to be hung on R’s side of the bed so it can be seen down our long hallway. It looks perfect there. But R. isn’t down with the idea of hanging it there, since it messes up my original plan of hanging my “art” up over the bed.
And so the impasse has remained. But when I was finally ambulatory this week, I propped Maddy’s picture up on R’s nightstand right underneath where I’d like it to hang. I think I may almost have him
ground down into submission talked into hanging it there, but we’ll see. I’ll find somewhere else to hang the “stuff” I made (since this is a public blog, I won’t use the word I’d prefer to use there). After all, the laundry room has always been in need of a little je nais se quoi.
The things I’ll do for this blog. I’m serious, this is so embarrassing. And this is the “good” one (yes, there is another that looks almost exactly the same that was supposed to hang right next to it).
So there you have it. Nothing like a little flu to put your life back into perspective: respect your health while you have it. And remember that something created by a beloved daughter is always more important than some stranger’s idea of what a bedroom should look like.
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If you don’t like cats, you can stop reading right now and go off and do whatever it is that non-cat people do.
My boyfriend R. and I have become the proud parents of a baby girl this summer. But saying “we have a new kitten” is kind of like saying (with apologies to Harry Harrison) “I dropped the bomb and it went off.” Lilah is several months old now, and she has the following three settings: whiny meowing because she can’t figure something out and/or requires human attention/assistance, PLAYPLAYPLAY, and complete unconsciousness. I haven’t had a kitten in years, and somehow I’ve completely managed to forget what pains in the butt they are.
She’s a beautiful classic tabby—complete with the swirly bull’s eye designs on her sides. R’s daughter helped foster a litter of stray kittens recently, and she personally selected this little bundle of claws and fur to present to her dad as a Father’s Day present. We both promptly swooned over Lilah’s markings and personality, and she promptly decided she was the kind of cat who likes to sleep on people’s heads and terrorize our older cats.
My two older cats have a real problem with Lilah, mostly because she doesn’t seem to have an off switch. Notch has boycotted the entire house (even in this heat) which has necessitated me placing strategic bowls of water and treats out for him. Otto has been spending hours sulking in an armchair downstairs. I never knew these guys were capable of projecting such emotion—but the looks I’ve been getting from them have all but been dripping with exasperation.
If you have two black cats, you’ll get to see a lot of optical-illusion/Rorschach kinds of poses. Here’s Notch (foreground) and Chloe.
And meanwhile, Lilah runs amuck. Up the stairs. Down the stairs. Into the shower with R., and then promptly out of the shower and into the toilet. Into the neighbor’s garage. Into the refrigerator, dryer, and dishwasher (meowing, of course, because we didn’t like the way the dishrack was all pointy and hurt our paws). R. and I are both sporting deep claw marks on the sides of our legs where she’s tried (and failed) to jump up onto our laps when we’re sitting down. After some stern admonishment regarding additional tree-trunk style leg climbing, she’s now taken to ambushing me by slapping my calves and ankles with her front feet and running off at top speed before I can even turn around. And now that she’s figured out the cat door, the entire world has become her oyster.
Last night, the neighbors who live directly behind us found her inside their house, and bless their hearts, they DROVE HER back over to our house because they could tell she couldn’t figure out how to get back over the fence. I opened the door to find their whole family on our front porch, trying to hang onto a squirming and yowling Lilah. “Is this your kitty?” Sigh.
R. often slips into a weird falsetto when Lilah’s around, voicing her ‘thoughts,’ for my benefit. Usually the ‘thoughts’ are vaguely accusatory and contain complete falsehoods, like: “I’m just very sad because Miss Elly didn’t play enough games with me this afternoon” or: “I sure wish Miss Elly would have remembered to feed me today.”
Otto, all shaved for summer
Lilah likes to dip her feet into the aquarium (I can only imagine what goes through a guppy’s mind when they see hairy kitten paws invading their peaceful home). She climbs the curtains. She digs trenches in the litterbox, merrily distributing Tidy Cat all over a spare bedroom. I combat these antics with my classic cat disciplinary move, which consists of snapping my fingers while making sounds like a rattlesnake with bronchitis (i.e., “Ssssk! Ssssk! Ssssk!”). But to Lilah, my sounds of disapproval don’t mean “Stop Doing Bad Things.” They mean “Keep Doing Bad Things, Only Faster.”
But then she’ll hop in bed with us at 5 a.m. and lightly touch my face with her paws until I wake up. I’ll give in and rub her ears…which results in her throwing herself down on my neck like an epileptic mink stole. At close range, her joyous purring sounds unabashedly industrial…kind of like a street cleaner or a cement mixer. And then, of course, all is forgiven.
R. is well-known for giving everyone nicknames, and the cats are no exception. Our two black cats are always collectively referred to as “the ninjas.” Notch is “Big Boi.” Otto is “Bottoman,” or “Bulldog.” And our little black cat, Chloe, is “Small One.” So Lilah has become, simply, “Smallest.”
But as much trouble as she’s been, this kitten reminds me every day about second chances. I won’t ever have the chance to have a child with R., since we met so late in life. But whenever I see her tucked safely into his armpit at night, I feel such a rush of pride and love for both of them that she may as well be our human child.
Yes, we all make jokes about rearranging our lives to suit and serve our critters, but the truth is that love has incredible power to shape our lives–even if that love shows up wearing a striped fur coat.
So welcome home, Smallest. Your mom and dad love you very much.
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The Yakima Light Project teamed up with local writers recently to open “Light Write,” a current show at the Light Project gallery. And the success of the show has organizers already thinking about hosting a similar event next year.
The Yakima Light Project is a concept that’s been in the works for about seven years. Born partly from a desire to bring more art downtown, a group of artists, businesses and local arts organizations and nonprofits worked together to open the Light Project gallery in the east wing of Seasons Performance Hall earlier this spring. The group is particularly interested in branding the city of Yakima as a place to visit to view light.
The Light Write show at the Light Project Gallery will be up through the first week in September. Photo by David Lynx
The photos for the current show at the gallery were selected from a 2010 juried show hosted by the (now defunct) Allied Arts organization. The contest encouraged photographers to best capture Yakima Valley Light, so all the photos are of local places. “A lot of work went into getting these photos,” Light Project director Laurie Kanyer noted about the pictures used for the current show, which were also used in a full-color print booklet that describes the Light Project vision.
When the Allied Arts organization collapsed in late 2013, a collective of writers who had been involved with the program met to decide how to preserve literary events in Yakima. Of particular concern to the writers’ group was the loss of an annual poetry contest—a contest that’s been held for the last 19 years here in Yakima.
Kanyer said that one of the Light Project pioneers, Stephanie Clevenger, suggested the concept of “upcycling” the photos from the 2010 Allied Arts exhibition featuring Yakima light. She recommended the photos be used as inspiration for poems for a show that could be held at the Light Project gallery. Although the writers’ group was unprepared to manage a poetry contest this year without the Allied Arts’ nonprofit umbrella, they felt that a gallery show that incorporated poetry from local writers would help preserve the spirit of the annual contest.
Ed Stover, one of the editors of the Light Write project, said that the former Allied Arts contest had “brought a lot of poets out of the woodwork,” and noted that the recognition of local writers had been an important way to encourage people to participate in Yakima’s rich literary tradition. He added that he was pleased with the response to the Light Write show. Kanyer said an estimated 150 people attended the opening last week, which included live music, poetry readings, and the chance to view the photos paired with poems. Writers included LeAnne Ries, Ellisa Ball, Shannon Hopkins and Spencer Hatton.
Andy Granitto from the Yakima Valley Museum (with assistance from his wife, Peg) mounted the individual photos and the matching poems on white panels called “broadsides” and set up the show prior to the opening event held last week. The artists didn’t know which writers they had been paired with, which organizers said added an element of surprise to the collection.
Stover said that the writers’ collective plans to host more events coming up this year, and has been meeting to work on an anniversary chapbook made up of poems from the past 19 years of the Allied Arts contest.
Kanyer said thanks to the efforts of volunteers, they were able to pull off the Light Write show for about $500…quite a feat considering she estimates that a show of this magnitude would normally cost about $5,000 to hang. “A lot of people came together to make this happen,” she said. “We don’t have any paid staff…Thanks to professionals lending their expertise, it keeps our expenses low and helps keep the gallery accessible.”
A chapbook of poems featured in the show was designed and printed by Dan Peters, the owner of Blue Begonia Press here in Yakima.
The show will be up until early September. Admission is free, and the gallery is open to the public on Thursdays and Fridays from 12-6 and on Saturday from 12-4.
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Since our intrepid lunch bunch is willing to follow me anywhere for the sake of this blog, we decided to try a place we hadn’t been to a couple of weeks ago.
Eddie’s Bistro is located in the old Photo Haus building across from Chalet Place on Summitview, and it shares space with Jitters Espresso (a drive-up espresso stand). The first thing I noticed when I pulled up were the immaculately-maintained lilies that were in full bloom on the patio. I was surprised when I walked in that the restaurant was so nice on the inside–I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I guess I’m more used to eating in places with more humble interiors. Little seating nooks and elegant art made Eddie’s look much roomier than it appears from the outside.
The other thing that surprised me was how empty the restaurant was for noon on a weekday…given the pleasant atmosphere, I figured there would be many more folks there. Most of the places we go for lunch can get pretty crowded, and I had read online that people were clamoring for more lunch options out in the West Valley area. The wait staff turned the music up partway through lunch (which helped combat the almost-too-hushed atmosphere).
My beau R. was happy to see Eddie’s had gluten-free pizza on the menu, and I decided to have a veggie wrap. After our waitress told me they were out of potato salad, I opted for a side of pasta salad.
Although we got our lunches promptly, I was disappointed to find out that the dressing on my pasta salad was the same honey-mustard dressing in my wrap (I’d been hoping for more of a contrast for my sandwich). However, the vegetables in the wrap were fresh and crisp and tasted good. Our friend J’s flatbread pizza and R’s gluten-free version both passed muster, although both guys probably wished they’d had a little more food.
Wee decided that Eddie’s is an ideal place to bring a friend for coffee and some quiet conversation…next time we go, we’ll be sitting out on the comfortable patio, if the weather’s nice enough. This summer they’re offering a happy hour from 3-5 p.m. (they also serve alcohol). So grab a buddy and head on over…they’re located at 5906 Summitview Ave.
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