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Enter to Win! And Sweet Potato Casserole


The next drawing for auction treasures is coming up soon, so get your name in if you want a chance to win. (If you’ve already sent in your name and haven’t won yet, you’re still in the drawing.) Leave a note here, or Email me: This next drawing will be Christmas-themed, just because that’s the kind of gal I am, and because I happen to have a box full of old fashioned Christmas stuff from various auctions, just the right size to fit into one of those mailable auction boxes.

Sign up now! You need this kind of excitement in your life.

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Meanwhile, here’s a great recipe I used for Thanksgiving, and I think it would be equally good with ham or chicken. Yum!


3 cups mashed sweet potatoes (1 tall can equals 3 cups mashed)

1 cup brown sugar

2 eggs, lightly beaten

1/2 cup milk

1/2 cup margarine or butter, melted


In a medium bowl, use a spoon to mix together 1/2 cup brown sugar, 1/3 cup flour, 1/2 cup melted butter, and 1 cup chopped pecans. Set aside.

Combine the first 5 ingredients and mix well. (I didn’t mash the potatoes into submission, but kept them a little lumpy just for texture.) Pour mixture into a greased 2-quart casserole dish. Sprinkle the topping over the top. Bake for about 40 minutes at 350 degrees until browned and firm in the middle. Serve hot, although it’s good the next day right out of the refrigerator. Inquiring minds wanted to know.




Fabulous view of one fabulous city. Come and see us!

I love Duluth. Not just because it’s where I was born and have lived most of my life, but because it is a beautiful city. Nestled on the shores of Lake Superior, surrounded by hills that are currently glowing with autumn leaves, it’s simply a beautiful place to live. (Except in winter, when I hate it. But that’s another story for another day.)

I didn’t take a vacation this year, but spent most weekends at auctions (are you yawning?) and then my dear friend Cathy from Pennsylvania visited in early September, at which time Duluth’s weather cooperated by not being too cold or too hot or too windy or too rainy. It was perfect. PERFECT. I couldn’t have been happier if I’d orchestrated it myself, which I will be doing when World Domination kicks in, though the handbook isn’t quite ready yet.

Not to digress too far off point, but is our airport EVER going to be finished? Didn’t they start reconstruction a few years ago? How long could this take? The whole thing isn’t much larger than my house, so it seems like you should be able to leave on a flight without having to wander through quonset huts or the basement parking lot just to get to the main desk. Is it just me? Hurry up, airport people! The escalator doesn’t even work anymore. Yeesh.

On Friday, Cathy and I headed to Delta Diner, one of my favorite places on earth. Stuck in the middle of the woods on Highway H outside of Iron River, it’s a happy destination for sightseers and those with not much to do but get in the car and drive out in the country. You can stop at the Garlic Man’s place, too, if you aren’t going 85 MPH as some of us might tend to do. We didn’t actually stop there, but here is a free plug:

The folks at Delta Diner are wonderful. They look like they’re having a lot of fun while they’re working. The menu is simple (though the menu explanations are extensive) and the coffee is good. And so’s the Dutch Baby, which is also about the size of my house, and good for about three  breakfasts beyond the first!

The Dutch Baby... As big as the plate! You'll never finish it.

Here’s Cathy, looking pretty happy with her French toast or whatever it was.

While we were there, the baker who supplies Delta Diner with their bread showed up with some loaves that apparently were not up to par, and the chef gave free loaves to everyone in the diner. (Try to get there on Free Bread day!) That was very cool. As we were leaving, the hostess gave us two “I Heart Delta Diner” bumper stickers, and later came out to take a photo of us in front of the place. What great service! No wonder people love the place.

Does that Dutch Baby make me look fat?

Later we went shopping at a few thrift stores in Iron River, and a very nice gift shop with unusual items where the uncaring proprietor refused to bother with my purchase as she was more interested in selling scarves and jewelry to another customer. So feh on her! She’s not the only store in town with crow decals on dishtowels, I would like to add.

Stopped at an antique store in Allouez; it seemed to go on for miles. I was actually tired of looking at old stuff by the time we made our way back out. I probably didn’t see half of it, but I do know that if you’re in the market for postcards, you should go there. In Superior, we shopped at Goodwill, Salvation Army and Earth Exchange. Fun stores, all.

On Saturday we visited one of the Little Free Library locations just around the corner from my house (how I want one of those in my yard!) and walked to Serendipity, a great little gift/antique shop just around the corner. Didn’t realize until then that the neighborhood was celebrating Lakeside Days, so we visited the shops and bought some treats at Johnson’s Bakery. Ran in to my sisters, so had coffee and tea with them, took photos of the steam engine, and went to the park to watch a dog show, which was a lot of fun. (Probably not for the dogs, though, what with all the noise.) Later we headed up to the mall, stopping at Bixby’s for soup and a warm up.

Dinner was at Duluth Grill, where you simply must take all out of town visitors, and whose food is delicious. And whose vegetables are home-grown right in the parking lot! What’s not to love?

In the evening, we pored over photos of our lost youth. Amazing to see your friends in their formative years. What surprises! What fun! And what great conversations ensued.

On Sunday Cathy went to church on Fourth Street to hear a speaker whose book she was reading (Randy Alcorn, I think, but she’ll correct me if I’m wrong) and later we ventured out onto the Vista King for a spectacular view of the city. The weather was absolutely perfect: warm and sunny, not blazingly hot, but not cool enough to warrant a jacket. Perfect!

We began at the DeWitt Seitz Marketplace, and since we had some time to kill, a drink at the courtyard of Amazing Grace Cafe:

Does this moose make me look fat?

A beautiful day for tourist-watching.

Cathy and friend at Rocky Mountain Candy, Canal Park

Some views from the Vista King:

Former Coast Guard Cutter Sundew, now a private "party boat." Would love to go to THAT party!

Blatnik Bridge, under construction. Just like our airport.

Above: Duluth skyline from the Vista King, and the very reason I am not a professional photographer.

Later that night we came home and made dinner for friends Jean and Dave, and watched “So Long and Good Luck” before dessert. A great day!

On Monday morning, considering the sunlight and perfect temps, we enjoyed an impromptu breakfast at Brighton Beach. We had the place to ourselves, and it was lovely.

Well, almost to ourselves, until we began feeding the lone gull on the rocks, who called his five million friends to join him. We were lucky to make it out of there unscathed. (If you know what I mean.)

(Again: NOT a professional photographer. Or even a very good photo editor.)

We drove to Two Harbors and visited the shops, drove through the Silver Cliffs tunnels, and enjoyed the scenery.

Dinner was at Gordy’s Hi Hat in Cloquet, where it was still warm enough to eat outside on the patio. Good food, good company, good weather. Can’t ask for too much more than that, although I do wish I’d ordered a malt!

Only in America.

So a good time was had by all (I hope) and if you didn’t plan a vacation this summer, I highly recommend getting out in Duluth and seeing the sights through fresh eyes. Pretend you’re a tourist. See Canal Park, Two Harbors, the drive up the shore, Skyline Drive, the many great restaurants, Enger Tower … all of it. See it again for the first time.

But it’s early October … wear warm clothes!

The Day That the Rains Came Down. And Cookies!


I think that was a song from the 50s, and though it may have been a love song, I thought about its title a lot last week when the rains came down in Duluth, and when it didn’t seem like it would ever quit. When it finally did, devastation settled in. Roads were torn up, bridges washed out, rivers overran their banks, basements flooded.

Watching the news reports over the past year, hearing about flooding and fires and hurricanes, tropical storms and earthquakes, I couldn’t help but think, “Duluth’s turn is coming.” And so it came last week, surprising us all with its ferocity

I didn’t venture far from home, but in the many years I’ve lived on this corner, this is the most water I’ve ever seen here, and this was only at 8:15 AM, long before the rain stopped.

Water rushes over the curbs on Gilliat Street

Intersection of 43rd Avenue East at Gilliat Street. The STOP sign says it all.

But Duluth rallies. While we await federal funding to help restore highways and bridges and neighborhoods, Duluthians dig in. Dozens gathered with shovels and rakes and garbage bags to clean up Chester Park and the Duluth Zoo, which suffered tremendous loss, including some animals. A 9-year old girl went to Facebook to organize a cleanup crew for Lincoln Park, and many showed up to help. Some volunteers are helping restore nature trails and hiking paths. Neighbors are helping neighbors with flooded basements, the removal of soaked carpeting, furniture, and even the loss of family treasures.

People help people. We always have and we always will.

If you’re unable to wield a shovel or rake or haul garbage, you can still be a part of the community rebuilding. You might offer a shower and dinner to someone whose water is shut off. Or, like many around town, you could bake or buy something for the crews that are out working night and day in many neighborhoods.

Here’s something quick and easy and tasty. Sugar fuels energy, you know. And at all times, not just post-flooding, everyone needs a little sweetness in their lives.

Easy Butterscotch Cookies

3/4 cup soft butter

1 cup brown sugar

1 egg

1 tsp vanilla

1-3/4 cups flour

1 tsp baking powder

Heat oven to 350. Cream the butter and sugar until fluffy, then add the egg and vanilla and beat until they are well mixed.

In a separate bowl, stir together the flour and baking powder. Stir this into the butter mixture with a spoon until it is well combined and the mixture is smooth.

Drop rounded teaspoons of dough 2″ apart on a greased cookie sheet or on parchment paper lining a cookie sheet. Press cookies down with a fork. (You can dip the fork in warm water to make this process easier.)

Bake at 350 for 10 minutes. Cool on wire racks.


And stay dry.

Birthday Delights


When choosing friends, it’s a good idea to find those with whom you share values, ideas, passions and interests.

It’s also a good idea to choose friends who are really savvy shoppers, like Tracy and Jessica.

I am so fortunate to have A) good friends and B) good friends who give good gifts, but this present is practical AND funny. T&J have either been paying close attention, or else I don’t blather on much about any topic except my latest passion, which is live auctions. And so for my birthday, my friends presented me with these lovely presents.

Everything a fledgling auction attendee could want, including food for the road trip AND a big white hand, thereby saving my own big white hand. (There were more treats, including some made of chocolate, but those unfortunately became eaten.) I’m pretty sure the “Krabbie Patties” are purchased strictly for their nutritional value, and are not in any way related to either my name or occasional temperament.

What fun!

I’m attending another auction tomorrow and will write about it later. I’ll try to remember to USE my camera, now that I am in the habit of taking it along. There is one auctioneer I so badly want to photograph, but can’t think of a way to do it without embarrassing both of us.

I’ll figure it out, though.

Meanwhile, I’ll leave you with this Halloween and/or household hint: If you manage to sneeze while applying mascara, you can end up looking like that guy in “A Clockwork Orange.”

So that’s how they did it!

Welcome to the World, Josephine Claire


We eagerly anticipated the arrival of my niece Heather’s baby, Josephine Claire, who arrived on March 29th, 2012, just in time for Easter. (And seriously: Who would not love that middle name, which also happens to be my own?) It goes without saying that she is a beauty; surrounded by eager family members who  have loved her since they first heard she was expected!

Josie already has a big sister, Gabriella, who is nearly 2. Here is a photo that is probably the first family picture showing all four of them:

Heather, Gabby, Mike and Josephine Claire

Imagine the fun those girls are going to have together! My sisters (one older, two younger) were always my best pals, and remain so today. It’s a family tradition.

Here’s the proud dad and his girls:

Mike always reminds me of Sean Penn. But I digress.

Here’s Heather, just home from the hospital:

So welcome home Heather, and welcome home Josie, for whom “home” is the entire world. We love you and we eagerly anticipate watching you grow.

Last summer the aunties and nieces and great-nieces Gabby and Madison took a little trip up the shore for lunch and sightseeing, which is when Heather announced she was pregnant. This summer’s trip will include Josie, and we hope the tradition will carry on for many years to come.

That’s what family’s all about, isn’t it?


PS: It’s an odd day when I get up early to update my blog, but life has been hectic. So happy belated Easter to all of you, and have a look at my concoction which turned my fingers blue, and which wasn’t really very tasty after all. But pretty!

Don’t hate me because I’m clever!

(My friend Kim would of course say “That’s not the reason.”

How was your Easter? Got pictures to share?

Well, I’d better get dressed and off to work. No time to proofread, but my fingers are crossed. (Not literally.) More to come!

Road Trip! Or, 235 Miles of Adventure.


I can’t think of many things I enjoy more than a good road trip, and for me, anything short of a head-on collision is a good road trip. There are always things to see, people to meet, local restaurants to sample. What’s better than that?

Yesterday I was on the road to Gordon (Wisconsin) to pick up my sister Kim who had graciously invited me to another auction, after I begged her to let me come along. Our usual meeting place is Gordon’s  ICO station on Hwy 53. I arrived there before Kim and bought a few newspapers and some nutritional road food, Hershey’s chocolate and a bag of cashews. My purchase rang up at 666 on the cash register, and after our initial surprised glance at one another, the cashier and I agreed we would not let it cast a pall on our days, although I did consider buying a pack of gum to change the number.

Got a chance to talk to the very nice man who gets up at 2:30 AM in Trego every day to deliver newspapers around small towns in Wisconsin. Every single day. I don’t even get up at 2:30 AM to toddle to the bathroom, so I don’t know how he does it, but I’m intrigued by people who drive places for a living, even when the roads are icy and treacherous. Hats off to them. (Though I hope they keep their hats on in winter.)

Our destination was a large auction house in Webster, Wisconsin. Kim figured how long it would take us to get there, but she forgot to factor in my lead foot, so we ended up with plenty of time to look around. “Show, don’t tell,” my writing instructors always advised me, so if you’re ready for more bad photography, I’ll show you what we saw first.

Was this my lucky day or what? A garage sale? In February? YES!

Kim bought a clarinet or flute or piccolo, or some shiny silver instrument in a beautiful blue velvet lined box. (What do I know? I was always in chorus back in my school days.) My find, which fit very nicely into the back seat:

ONE DOLLAR, people. No kidding. Score!

I bought this lovely brass headboard, for which I have no use. I think it would look great in someone ‘s garden next summer, so I will probably end up selling it. For one dollar, I could not pass it up. Frankly, I would not sit in a chilly town hall all afternoon to make one dollar for this lovely items, but that’s just me. I think it’s gorgeous.

After the sale, we followed another sign down a country road to find bison in a frosty field in Rusk, Wisconsin. This guy in the front couldn’t take his eyes off me, or else he was considering making a lunge for my big red car. Either way, we were both kept our manners, and I didn’t stay long enough to fully annoy him. But I thought he was a beauty.

It was still early in the day, so the frost hadn't burned off yet, and I think it added a lot to the photo.

On to the auction. It wasn’t a very good one, according to my serious-buyer sister (whose husband had gone to a separate auction in Amery, Wisc.) but for me they are all good ones, because I never really have a purchase in mind, but like to be surprised by what I find. This one was crowded, and at first we sat way in the back, but later walked up to the front for serious bidding. (Kim’s, not mine.)

You can barely see the auctioneer way up front, but he was there. Favorite auctioneer line of the day when the bidding slowed down: “Anyone else have the miserable winter cold? Raise your hand.”

I did see one thing I wanted, and my sister managed to get it for me for just $8. It is a Japanese salt and pepper set on a tray, with a little pot in the center that probably could hold preserves. Or M&Ms, at my house.

Isn't this gorgeous? I love it so much. Not a chip on it, either. Would love to know its history.

The day was gorgeously sunny. At one point I was standing at the car wrapping pieces of china in some of my 666 newspaper, and realized it was February 6, and the temperature was about 45 degrees. Amazing. One for the books. (In case you’re writing a book about weather. You can quote me!)

We didn’t stay too long at the auction, but decided to drive other places to see stuff. We were close to the town of Siren, so we went to have a look. This sobering sight was the most serious moment of the day:

I can not imagine a force so strong to have created that scene, nor the strength that wrapped it so tightly that it has stayed there for 11 years. I imagine there are happy days for Siren residents that are suddenly sobered by the memory of that storm. I don’t remember seeing any trees along Siren’s main drag, either.

But another “sign” quickly took our minds off the tornado.

No major purchases, but always fun to look at other people’s castoffs. I bought a movie whose name I’ve forgotten, and I’m too lazy to walk to the living room to look.

We visited another thrift shop, but came away empty-handed, and headed for lunch. We found this really good sports bar, Adventures, and the daily special was a fabulous patty melt sandwich, so my life was complete. The sandwich was served on marble rye bread with fries, and was so large that I took half of it home for dinner. Yum!

On the way out of Siren, we turned around to photograph this very tall cowboy with a stick that may explain why some cowboys walk the way they do. It’s a very tall cowboy, and I told my sister that the photo would be more impressive if she’d go stand by his feet, to which she replied “Why don’t you trot across that snowy field and I’ll take your picture?”, and so of course it never got done. But trust me. He’s tall. He should also be holding something, like a lasso for Rodeo Days, or maybe a very large basket of kittens. Though it’s hard to improve on a tall cowboy, most everything looks better with a basket of kittens.

I rest my case.


On the road again, our next stop was the charming little town of Spooner, where Kim has friends who have antique shops. Walnut Street in Spooner contains a two block stretch of interesting shops, and if you love antiques, you must stop at The Red Door Antiques and More Shop, which sort of reminds me of Vic & Sade’s Little Tiny Petite Pheasant Feather Shoppe, but that’s another story for another day, though it, too, is an antique.

I didn’t take a photo of it, but The Red Door is not hard to find, and is surrounded by other interesting shops. The greeting from Kim’s friends Carla and her husband, Joe, was so friendly and cordial that you want to pull up a chair and settle in for a chat, but there wasn’t time. The shop is filled with floor to ceiling treasures from various sellers who like the same kind of stuff I do, and I could have spent hours wandering around there. Even if you didn’t buy anything, the wide assortment is sort of like a museum tour of your personal history, where every dish and tin evokes things from your childhood that you didn’t forget after all. I loved it. And I bought something that I love.

This charming old cookie cutter has a slightly off-kilter handle, which makes me think it had been used a lot. I love it’s fluted edges, and it’s deep and large enough to be used for baking scones or biscuits. It’s perfect. I like to imagine a farm wife using it for Sunday breakfasts.

Carla has the kind of job I’d like to have if I ever reach retirement. I’d love to go places to buy things to bring back to that lovely shop to sell. I’d love to spend some winter afternoons surrounded by the memories of past lives. Carla seems pretty happy to be doing it. So would I.

After reluctantly leaving the shop, we headed back to Gordon, where I dropped Kim off at her car, and made my way back to Duluth, completely forgetting to give her the $8 I owe her for the Japanese pieces. Got home while the sun was still shining, and had a lot of fun going through the day’s treasures, which also included a loaf of home made bread and some chicken stew from Kim. A delicious end to a lovely day.

Get in the car and go somewhere soon. Take pictures and tell us about it!

And say hello to the bison.

Liver Brownies for the Four-Footed.


I took a picture of all these dogs on my street corner, sniffing the air while I baked liver brownies.

Well, of course that didn’t really happen, as you can tell by the quality of the photo. If I had taken a photo of a group of dogs anywhere on earth, it might look more like this:

But anyway. You get the idea that I’m talking about dogs, right?

They love treats. I don’t have a dog, but if I did, I’d bake these for him every month.

I probably posted this recipe last Christmas, but it bears repeating. Also soothes my guilty conscience for not updating more often. Dogs love this stuff. It’s a little messy to make, but the aroma is sort of nice, and the treats freeze well and last forever, unless there’s a dog in the house. I found this recipe years ago in a veterinary magazine, so the recipe is vet approved. And dog approved, which is really more important:

Liver Brownies

1 lb beef or pork liver

1 cup all-purpose flour

1/2 cup corn meal

2 Tablespoons garlic salt

1 Tablespoon garlic powder

Heat oven to 350. Puree all ingredients in a food processor or blender. (I usually puree the liver by itself in a blender, pour it into a bowl, and mix all the other ingredients in with a spoon.) Spread the mixture into a 9×13″ greased baking pan. Bake for 20 minutes or until the mix loses its pink color. Cool and break into pieces. Store (covered, unless you want everything in your refrigerator to smell like garlic) for up to three weeks, or freeze up to one year.

Easy peasy.

Happy New Year to all!

PS: “I think it was a dog what stole my collar last summer. And I’d like it back.”

PPS: Pay no attention to the feline.

The Lettmans and Other Roadside Attractions.


Oh, the Thanksgiving weekend was such a blast! It’s taken me weeks to get over it, so now is a good time to update my blog, and this time I won’t put any tomatoes in it, as someone requested today.

I was invited to spend Thanksgiving weekend with the Lettmans at their new home in Thief River Falls, and I was eager to get on the road with my shiny new car. (New in 2004, anyway.) The weather was perfect (no coat required, which is always a good thing in Minnesota) and Highway 2 winds its way through some interesting little towns that I hadn’t seen before.

There are some great road signs on this trip, too, and places I didn’t know we had: Savanna River and Swan Lake, for instance. In Minnesota? Who knew? I also liked Pin Cherry Road, Schoolcraft Park, Gosh Dam Place, the Big Fish Supper Club (attached to a really big fish!) and, in the land of casinos, an aptly named Sucker Bay. One I particularly liked was Lost River, and I tell you, it isn’t lost at all, but right there under that bridge.

I was listening to Simon and Garfunkel’s “Bookends” album on the trip, and “Hazy Shade of Winter” seemed especially appropriate, with that ending line, “Look around — there’s a patch of snow on the ground.” And so there was.

Where’s my friend Jean when I need her? Roadside animals aren’t nearly as much fun if she’s not there to be bitten by a lion, kicked by a stag or swallowed by a big fish. (Or lying in the grass to look up the tunic of the Jolly Green Giant, but that’s a whole other story.) But use your imagination!

Okay. So I didn’t practice cropping photos in my spare time. Sue me.

And hey: Thanks to the wonderful folks at Cass Lake who maintain a clean, well-lit and welcoming roadside rest area.  (No photo necessary.)

Highway 59 winds around lots of wide open spaces before it brings you to the town of Thief River Falls, which seems to be a small town with lots going on. But my goal was to spend time with the Lettmans, and here they are:

Let me say they are not actually that formal at home. They’re a lot more casual, and I don’t think any of them actually sit still for that long, so I’m not sure how the photographer did it. But what a great picture. And here are the 3 kids, Henry, Mahalia and Lydia, who are silly and smart and thoughtful, and fun to be around. Mahalia (in the red sweater) gave up her girly-girl room for me while I was there, and I appreciated the cozy bed and the curtains with little jewels in them that looked like stars shining in the night sky. Lydia (in the red scarf) is now a very special young lady who spent much of her time drawing; a talent those kids no doubt inherited from their folks. Henry is a bundle of boyish energy (where do they GET that?) but a good break-dancer, too.

These beautiful Lettman photos were taken by Sara K. Callavin of Two Harbors, MN, who does some very nice work. Credit where credit is due.

As soon as I arrived, I learned we were heading out to a local animal shelter to pick out two nice cats for the family. I don’t think I even took my coat off! I wanted to be screeching down the driveway before Mr L changed his mind. (Of household pets he is not a fan.) It took a while to find two that seemed absolutely right, so we brought them home, after a stop along the way to buy litter, a litter box, toys, food, dishes and a brush. Even felines require some of life’s little necessities.

The cats didn’t “settle in” so much as one of them taking over the entire house like he’d always lived there, and the other immediately hiding behind the washing machine. Your yin and yang deal.

A nice surprise at dinner was the Badger Shrine, set up in the corner of the dining room, complete with candles and an offertory. I might have missed it, but I was happy to see it as I’m pretty sure that may be the only plaster cast of a badger in the entire state. (For those of you who refuse to shop at Salvation Army, this is what you’re missing.) I did leave an offering, though I’m not sure badgers like gum.

On Saturday we were off to East Grand Forks, ND, for a day of thrift shopping. What fun! I found some wonderful treasures, including books, clothes, old embroidered dish towels, Christmas decorations and other stuff too numerous to mention. What a blast to peruse junk in another state. (SO much different from junk in Minnesota.) Just kidding. Seemed odd to me that a big college town like that (home of UND) didn’t seem to have any bookstores, or at least none that I could see. No lack of fast food places, though. (Not a complaint. Just an observation.)

I left on Sunday, enjoying a leisurely drive back home through Bemidji and Grand Rapids, and stopped often to check out shops or walk around for a bit. What’s more fun than a road trip? Nothing.

Thanksgiving comes close, though. It’s like Christmas without the presents, and this year my sister Be fixed a fabulous dinner for all of us. I didn’t take a picture of the family together, but I did take a picture of the beautifully set table before we were seated.

My creative sister Steff made this vegetable turkey, which made me laugh. I couldn’t bear to eat any part of it. I hope she still has it. Maybe she could freeze it for next year.

Here’s a Thanksgiving picture of my great niece Gabriella with her mom and auntie Katie:

And here’s a picture of my other great-niece, Madison, who could not be sweeter:

So that was my wonderful Thanksgiving weekend, reminding me again how much I have to be thankful for: a wonderful family, wonderful friends, thrift shops and badger statues, and Minnesota roads to explore. I hope yours was just as happy!

You Say Tomato…


Rick insists some tomatoes do have wings, and sent this photo as proof. I think this one had some human intervention, but who am I to say?

This one’s obviously a lady tomato. (Holy cow! Look at the… well, never mind.)

This one’s just plain confused. I think it was going to be four tomatoes, but then it got lazy, like I am about updating my blog:

This one’s obviously a bunny. I don’t know who the lady is behind it, but she seems to be enjoying the view.

And this is not a tomato, but a picture of Mittens (“Miss Pinch,” a name you’d understand if you ever tried to brush her coat) helping me get ready for a weekend trip. Which I will write about as soon as I have more time. Right now I am creating a Christmas pot that nobody is going to think came from Martha Stewart, but you can drive by and have a look. Free!

Happy Saturday!

Oy, The Tomatoes.


Not to be outdone, Cathy (World Domination Cathy, not Salt Shaker Kathy) sent this photo of a tomato from her very garden. This one clearly is sporting a mohawk and a bit of a mullet. Anyone can see that! I wonder why she planted it that way, but I guess that’s her secret. This one should be used in advertising, I think. Maybe a promo for tomato juice or something:

And if that weren’t enough, she sent this little stare-down photo, too.

It’s raining tomatoes!

Got some good ones? Send us a pic! But remember… we already have a one-armed tomato.

Well, mohawks make me think of “Glee,” so I’ll close for now and go watch it.

Maybe they’ll sing some tomato songs.