I don’t remember exactly where the cabin we rented for Didi’s birthday was, but it must have been somewhere on the Peninsula because we took a ferry.
My main memory from the trip is that I pre-made a soup I didn’t stir enough when re-heating on the stove. I destroyed one of my pots and to this day I still get crap from friends for how bad it was. Didn’t realize it was burnt, so everyone initially tried it first.
“At least it’s… hot” is the phrase we still use that a friend tried to nicely say, looking for a silver lining.
