Nevermind the squirrel, how ‘bout that ‘possum! Oh, the things discovered in my cookbooks. In talking shop with a fellow culinary enthusiast at work, I found that were I to check my copy of Joy of Cooking, I may find recipes for a variety of small game, provided it was an older version. Certainly was! (Thanks, Grandma.)
Opossum, squirrel, bear (small game, I say not), raccoon, muskrat, woodchuck, and beaver.
Now I’m equipped for most anything. ♦
Illustration by Summer Pierre
Stopped in Ellensburg for dinner on the way to the concert, and happened to glance down a side street where this colorful house stood awaiting discovery.
Hey! That’s just what we were wondering.
It’s Dick & Jane’s spot- an art site and home- a work in progress for 35 years. For those without a camera, there’s a handy-dandy postcard vending machine by the front walk.
On the way, these folks greeted us as well as a row of tall happy sunflowers, this one complete with a striped helper.
Here’s the yard partially- a giant hand waves out front along with this perky lady, hubba-hubba.
A number of decorative posts support the fence around the yard including a number two pencil.
Bean found an array of critters just hangin’ around, adding one to the post for good measure.
There were a heap of sculptures all about the yard, some incorporating glass bottles and various metals, but this whirly windmill chimney thing’s the most nifty of them all.
Lastly, a gate to the backyard is a favorite, reminiscent of the Neverland trees out near Point Defiance Zoo and studded with bottle caps that look a bit like the texture of patterned pennies. I’d love to penny my kitchen floor one day, though I’ve settled on a console table for the time being. ♦
All sorts of good things last weekend! A concert out at the gorge in George, for one. An always gorgeous view, and the site of my very first concert from years ago. AFI, Thirty Seconds to Mars and Linkin Park were close to perfection. Interactive, inviting, bursting with energy, loud and well paced, and still nuanced in all the sounds we’ve come to expect from each song.
Received a book in the mail just before hitting the road as well. Signed up for info from the author last year at some point and got a free read out of it. Nice! Unexpected, inspirational and one of the best textures in cover papers. A snack stop on the way revealed a restocking of l’orange Hostess cupcakes which I happily purchased as they kick the chocolate variety’s little cocoa bum. An hour in, Bean hears me krinkling the wrapper in the backseat and responds with “really?” She pulls out her own duo of l’orange cupcakes from the glovebox, and then juts her fingernails forward: blue, my very shade. ♦
Well, today’s fortune certainly took a different route than I’m used to receiving. Does it have to? Can I send it back? (The fortune, not the alien.) “Of some sort” is all sorts of something.
It’s been a tough coupla weeks fortune-wise as it goes.
Broke open a cookie. No fortune! What a rip off.
Broke open a cookie. What a rip- in two. When I read it, it said something about enjoying your local sports. Is this a 12th man recruit attempt, I wonder?
At least chopsticks remain reliable for the time being. ♦
Someone’s cooking onions and it smells so beautiful out here (where the sidewalk ends). ♦ #YesBeautiful
No. NoNoNoNONONONOOOOOOO. The balut has always creeped me out since first learning of it on Fear Factor. It’s the entirety of a thing versus just a part. An entire system consumed, devoured, now devoid of existence, residing entirely in my tummy, versus a hunk of a larger part which somehow feels less intimidating, less destructive. Less personal. This is why I was accidentally a vegetarian for nearly a year one time years back. Just kinda forgot to eat meat. Pasta and popcorn, not a bad way to go, despite the carnivorous satisfaction gleaned from sinking one’s teeth into the tender flesh of a cut of meat, steak, in particular. ♦