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
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
From the collection at The First Romanian School in Brasov. Interestingly, books and pamphlets were printed as single (double sided) pages, and not in quarto format. A quarto (from Latin quartō, ablative form of quartus, fourth [2]) is a book or pamphlet made up of one or more full sheets of paper on which 8 pages of text were printed,
Just watchin’ football on a Saturday afternoon. While the beef stew was simmering.
The Food Truck was a big hit. Everyone except graduate students and post-docs chipped in $10. There was complete agreement that the food available at the Food Truck was far superior to the awful $22 boxed lunches provided by the hotel the day before. All things considered, Mr. Big Food and I were out 10
As you may have guessed, we did a spot of traveling, which cut into blogging time, over the weekend. Yesterday, I had “no service” on my phone and concomitantly, no internet service. Gee. Wonder if the two could be related? Look forward to a rant on tech support in the near future just as soon
Spent the weekend with some smart and fun people. FYI. Everyone agreed that it’s hot. Also. Fed 30 people for under $200 because I know how to do that. More on this to come.
We went to Jackson last week. Stopped for gas on the way home about 10 miles from the exit we normally take. Mr. Big Food suggested rather than getting back on the interstate, we cut the hypotenuse on the back roads. Very pleasant.
Along the Via Dolorosa, Way of Grief. The top photo is of an impression of Jesus’ hand as he stumbled while carrying the cross. Top row middle, Station VII along the way where Jesus fell a second time. Church of the Holy Sepulcher. Entry to the tomb. This site has a telling of Via Dolorosa