Okay, so I suppose I can embrace this “Sasquatch” thing for the rest of October, anyway. If it reminds readers that I’m hairy for charity, and since Kurt is finding it hilarious, whatever. Besides, you can’t be Sasquatch AND high maintenance, so it gives me a reprieve from working on that…at least until November. But … More Sasquatch Eats a Hoosier Banana? A Pawpaw! C’mon, Readers, A Pawpaw!
I arrived in Madison on Thursday, Sept. 27th. I was meeting the wonderful guys of InMadisonIN and Madison Indiana Observer, at Sakka Blue, and had plans for an afternoon of biking, hiking and taking an acquaintance to dinner. Lunch was great, but my afternoon buddy bailed, so I found myself with a day alone, wishing … More Old Court Days, Granny’s Knits and Gifts, and 605 Grille
Today’s photo blog is from last Sunday’s brunch at Raven’s Glenn Winery near Coshocton, Ohio. Adjusting to new towns also means exploring local restaurants. I admit that I’ve gotten such a taste for “fine dining” that it’s sometimes takes a little time to return to my roots. From the list in hand given to me … More Weekend Window: Raven’s Glenn Brunch
Was crazy-hungry after leaving the gym again today. Stopped taking my wallet so I have to come back and have something healthful. About the only thing positive about eating dinner alone is that you have full reign on what you make. In my case, I often choose breakfast for dinner: specifically, an omelette.
“Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.” – Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Until I was looking for the quote to go with my post today, I realized I have apparently been mis-remembering it. I always thought they said the “mother smelt of elderberries.” Well, whoever smelt of elderberries, it … More …and your Marla smelt of elderberries
Yesterday I went to Skunk Hollow, a rural area of northern Indiana County, Pennsylvania where my brother lives. It’s an Amish area, since the early 40s according to my late Gram, who said she was there when they bought the first farm in the area. I was there to pick elderberries, but arrived late. I … More A note on yesterday, a teaser for tomorrow and another trip to Coshocton, Ohio
I don’t sell what I make. It’s a product of love and a gift of love. So if you receive one, I either like you very much or you’ve done something very wonderful and I want to thank you in a really special way. While I sometimes add fruit from a farmer’s market, I’m not … More A Philosophy of Jetiquette and a Steelers’ Bucket full of elderberries
I received an email from my brother with the subject line of “Overture.” It was written entirely in verse, and I could not resist making it today’s blog. I’d like to say this writing ability runs in our family, but after reading “Overture” I believe my brother has all the talent and I have just … More Overture: a blog from my brother regarding elderberries.
I have no ability to separate eating and making love. I’m sorry. Both are primal and sensual. And right there, in Bistro One last week, I did everything in my power to keep from having a Meg Ryan moment from the movie When Harry Met A Sally (except that Meg/Sally was faking it). “I love … More OPA! Flaming Greek cheese and Marla’s Meg Ryan moment at Bistro One
Today’s photo-blog was as tasty as it was fun. Heading home with 8 quarts of blackberries for a jam session. Are we really counting down less than a week now? Leaving in ~6~ :’-( Love, Marla
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