October is our busiest time at the Candlelight Inn Bed and Breakfast. People travel to Red Wing, Mn to view the beautiful colors on the forested bluffs and to drive the Great River Road around the exquisitely blue Lake Pepin.
Because we love having guests in our home, we take great care in preparing for your stay at the Inn. However, every once in awhile, Dave and I take a break from polishing the silver and venture out into town for a a bit of nourishment and play. Also, we enjoy recommending to you the places we are fond of in our picturesque river town.
Mandy’s Coffee and Cafe was the perfect place for an afternoon cuppa and respite. Its cozy interior felt so good on a gray and blustery day. I sipped on a flavorful chia latte- Christmas in a cup- while Dave savored his robust black coffee. Because we are trying to slim down a bit, we shared a warm cardamon roll – next time, I’m claiming a whole one for myself!
Watch for my upcoming post on our dearly loved Hanisch Bakery- oh my goodness- so good! (The “slimming down” is proving to be a little difficult for me…..)
Come and visit Red Wing, “the best weekend getaway town” in MN. We have the perfect room for your stay while you discover the gems of Red Wing. Check out our FB page for our Christmas gift certificate special. We hope to see you soon!
Our teenage son, Mathias, recently experienced his first time snowboarding the slopes of Giant’s Ridge in Biwabik, MN. Being a beginner yet feeling quite confident in his abilities, he decided to forego the “bunny hill” and made a bee line to the top of the run with his more experienced friends. Mathias soon discovered that his Apple watch continuously instructed him to BREATHE when the wind had been knocked out of him after a wicked wipeout.
After listening to Mathias’ downhill adventure stories, Dave and I reflected on our skiing days during our teenage years. Dave grew up skiing Afton Alps, Buck Hill, Highland Hills and Welch Village. He soon became a “shredder” of the slopes; he earned the name “Downhill Dave” by his bros (fellow rippers and shredders).
My experience with skiing was a bit opposite to Dave’s “black diamond carvings”. I was granted the nickname “Crash” because of my not-so-pretty wipeouts. According to snowslang.com I was a Gaper- “A novice skier whose hapless technique makes them stand out.” Yep, that certainly described me. Fortunately, I never broke any bones.
Skiing is a terrific way to enjoy the great Minnesota outdoors and to celebrate the winter season rather than lamenting for the warm days of summer. The clear crisp air that fills the lungs, the beauty of bare trees, contoured hills and the white landscape are all a part of the skiing experience. Yes, I know this winter has not produced a big white winter yet, but we still have many weeks of cold and February/March may bring us a delightful dumping of snow.
Yesterday Dave, the kids and I took a short drive to Welch Village – the nearest ski village to Red Wing, MN (also a favorite in Dave’s youth). A fifteen minute drive from the Candlelight Inn led us to an idyllic setting of a small village nestled amid the high hills and trees of the Cannon River Valley. It is truly a charming place to visit and ski.
With plenty of snow on the hills, Welch Village offers “sixty runs on five distinct ridges overlooking the Cannon River and Belle Creek Valleys.” (welchvillage.com)
A large chalet positioned at the bottom of the runs provide warm and comfortable seating to enjoy food/drink. Large windows give a vantage point to scrutinize the “shredders and gapers”. For even more enjoyment, live music is featured on Saturdays starting at 4pm. http://www.welchvillage.com/
Come and enjoy this charming village and ski the beautiful hills of Welch. If you can’t beat winter, you might as well join it (and maybe even enjoy it too).
It’s been a full five months since the baton was passed to us as keepers of the Candlelight Inn in Red Wing, MN. We have met so many wonderful people and begun to amass a treasure of memories. Threads of lively conversations and stories have been woven together to create a grand tapestry that has enriched our lives.
Some of the threads in the tapestry are the foibles made by the well-meaning but occasionally clumsy innkeepers. One unforgettable morning comes to mind with a bit of embarrassment. The saying, “pride goes before a fall” is true – oh, so true.
One weekend my mom and her husband came to stay at our Bed and Breakfast. It was peak tourist season; Red Wing was bustling and we were at full capacity. Our intended menu for the second breakfast course was two pans of quiche and homemade cinnamon rolls. Dave and I were up and in the kitchen at 5:15 am to begin our morning routine.
Everything was going well and we were right on course – ticking off the boxes on our to-do list. The cinnamon rolls were covered with a white dishtowel and rising on the back of the warm stove. The quiche custard was prepared in the blender and set aside on the counter’s extending bread board.
It was 7:40am and I was rolling out the pie crust for the quiche knowing that the entree needed to be in the oven soon to bake and set for a 9am breakfast. Everything was right on schedule and no problems. Breakfast was going to be perfect!
(Cue my mom.) Mom entered our kitchen with her morning cup of coffee and offered to give us a helping hand with the breakfast preparations.
A sudden pridefulness came over me and I wanted to show off my culinary skills to my mom. I confidently replied, “You sit and enjoy your coffee; I got it all under control.” All the while I’m childishly musing, ” I am doing such a great job! I must be impressing mom. Mom, are you watching me; can you see me?”
And then comes the fall….
I quickly moved around to the opposite side of the small work island to finish rolling out the dough to fit the pie pan. Not only did I move quickly but also clumsily; I hit my hip on the extending bread board that held the container of eggs and half & half.
Oh, the agony! Thick, yellow, sticky egg mixture stretched over the counter, floor and into two drawers that I carelessly left open. I let out a stunned shriek and all motion completely stopped as Dave, mom and I stood staring at the disaster.
The self-admiration came to an abrupt end and I became keenly aware that I needed my mom and Dave’s assistance pronto.
So, with much more humility, I continued the breakfast prep while Dave whipped up a new mixture of custard and my dear mother cleaned up my mess.
Ten guests were served a punctual and filling three course breakfast by a slightly bit more humbled innkeeper and her custard-making confident husband. We have both been truly blessed with a loving and forever caring mother. We love you, mom!
Wishing you all a merry and blessed Christmas! May your holiday meal prep go swimmingly smooth and calamity free.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a pastry I didn’t like. When I was a little girl and people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I answered that I was going to be a donut girl because what else could be as wonderful than working with donuts?
As it turns out I did not become a donut girl. My path lead me elsewhere; however, I did develop a love for baking. Food Network was the channel of my choice; Nigella, Paula and Ina became friends. Cookbooks were the books that I read before sleep overtook me. Baking was a way for me to offer something special to people I held dear. Now I use baking to offer hospitality to guests in our Inn and hoping they will enjoy and savor it as much as I enjoyed creating it for them.
We have another baker at the Candlelight Inn who also delights in the art of pastry and anything sweet! She is made of “sugar and spice and everything nice”. A girl after my own heart – our daughter, Gabriella.
This girl is a natural baker. She can conjure up a delicious homemade cake effortlessly all the while keeping a cheery disposition. Much love and joy are incorporated into her baking and she delights in knowing that a little bit of sweetness brings happiness to others.
Our family, at the Candlelight Inn, relish in sharing good food and satisfying desserts with you. Come and stay with us soon. The bakers are in the kitchen and the sweets are in the oven!
It did not take long for me, in fact it was pretty near immediate, to become beguiled with the charms of Red Wing. The history, the beauty of the Mississippi River, towering bluffs and a variety of architecture throughout the stately town have taken hold of my affections.
One extraordinary place that enlivens my imagination and lends itself to awe is the Sheldon Theater. Boasting in Renaissance Revival, the grand theater stands prominent in historic downtown. Built in 1904 to benefit the people of Red Wing the Sheldon Theater continues to captivate and entertain the public.
Intimate, rich, ornate, gilded – “a jewel box”- are words used by theatergoers to describe the interior of this esteemed and enchanted hall. It is truly a sight to behold!
During the month of December, the Sheldon Theater delights its audiences by adding a little “fa la la la la” to a smashing lineup for the Christmas season. Voices singing in harmony, feet tapping to a mesmerizing tempo, graceful ballet with dreamlike costumes and much more!