A friend of Mr. Big Food’s Dad drove through Georgetown, Texas the other day and shared these photos with friends. Mr. Big Food’s Dad passed them along, and I thought you might enjoy them as well. He says: It was both, eerie and uplifting, our trek into town. We needed to get a break out
On this day in 1918 Foch was made Commander of Allied Armies. Who knew? That infallible source: Ferdinand Foch (French: [fɔʃ]; 2 October 1851 – 20 March 1929) was a French general and military theorist who served as the Supreme Allied Commander during the First World War. An aggressive, even reckless commander at the First Marne, Flanders, and Artois campaigns of 1914–1916, Foch became the Allied
A blog I follow– Open Your Eyes Too!— is owned and operated by Lisa and her husband. They like to travel. (They are birders, too.) And though they are dutifully at home washing their hands and sanitizing their mail, Lisa continues to post travelogues of past adventures. Most recently, she takes us on a trip
From The Economist. Just passing it alone.
Powerline’s The Week in Pictures, Wednesday edition. I’m seeing a lot of this sentiment around the World Wide Web and in my texts.
Bit of a travelogue, with pictures from the surrounding areas, here.
I am fairly certain I’ve done the DANGER! motif before. But it’s worth repeating, don’t you think? Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.
As a numbers geek, this is the best explanation I’ve seen. Short. Simple. Easy to understand. It takes you through four scenarios: 1) Free-for-all (do nothing); 2) Attempted [forced] quarantine (does not go well with human nature); 3) Moderate distancing (1/4– 25%– of the population either cannot or will not stay home, distance themselves from
Our dear old friend, The Alchemist, has a nice post up this afternoon at his Raku Pottery site. Here’s how it ends: Ultimately it is in situations like this that we decide what kind of world we want to live in. I am choosing a kinder one. One that is kind to myself and those
“when it’s leveled and paved?” Something SueK said over in the comments led me to remember this about the Hill Country of Texas. The hills of Cow Gap stood rugged and awesomeBut you have to have fill dirt when you’re building a roadThe hills of Cow Gap man they weathered the agesGot wiped off the
It’s COLD here. Like in the teens. How do you people suffer this for months and months? We were running Starkvegas errands the other day. It was mid-January. The temperature was 65-70. What a dilemma! 65-70. Flip flops. Mid-January. Winter boots. My unscientific analysis of my observations put it at about 50/50 flip flops to
The warning box encompasses areas to the east of Oktibbeha County Lake Dam. The dam is in imminent risk of failure. County officials are working to relieve pressure on the dam. Forecast to rain again this afternoon.
This is a screen shot from when we were in Europe. It’s the weather app Windy in radar mode. I was astonished when I first saw this. If you happened to not have hung on every word of my 11 post series, Bad Weather, here’s the skinny as this country mouse understands it (as radar
Photographs from two weeks ago. I’ll be posting more from the trip for the next several weeks as I work to reclaim the house. 28 days, 11 hours, and 45 minutes’ worth of dust is really something to see! The apartment’s kitchenette was pretty well equipped. There was no potato masher, though, so I had
The dogs were happy to see us, as were little kitten and Tiger. The joint is none the worse for wear, though high on my list is vacuuming. There’s a deer shoulder in one of the freezers! Percolator coffee. And lots of it. Five days until Christmas! I’ve decided to get the Spode out. Signing
I’m just trying to make my way back to the Farm. Two days with Phen an Miss M. Coffee with Daughter C and the J man. Will miss Kat and Tony. A few hours with Mom. And then back to the Farm!!
Packing up and saying good bye to Burgerhaus-Salmeyer. I will miss Franz’ overpriced breakfasts. (The Institute paid for Mr. Big Food’s, not mine. I went up to Franz’ office to pay. A cool 124e for nine breakfasts. That’s like almost $140 in real money.) Best eggs ever. Croissants were flakey good. The apricot infused honey
This is from weeks ago— our first morning in Budapest, 11/24/2019. Let me define the problem space. Despite spending about three weeks in early November (after Mr. Big Food semi-recovered from being a Hip Crip— remember that?) preparing to travel, I failed to pack a pour-over cone in the checked bags. Recall that we *always*
We were out of coffee and coffee filters, and we cannot have that. So I made a trip to the market. I picked up my bag, because bags costs money at the market. Fortunately (we are ever so worldly and know these things) we packed a bag from home. Thanks to Whole Foods for giving