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Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~ George Eliot
I had this printed (by printfection.com) onto a t-shirt that I wear as pajamas. I think I might like to see it in the new kitchen, too, along with my mama hen and her peckish little chicks.
Since Capture One hasn't updated there software for RAW files from the new X-Pro2, I'm forced to use Jpeg straight outta of the camera. At 12,800 iso I am amazed at how great the quality of this picture came out! A great camera with the great Touit lens I say meh to low light.
An authentic Bavarian meal: pork roast with potato dumpling (and cabbage salad). This is the small portion!! See Bavarian pork roast recipe and Potato dumpling recipe.
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Ein wirklich guter Schweinsbraten mit Knödel (und Krautsalat) in der Klosterschänke Dietramszell.
Die Küche (nicht nur der Schweinebraten) ist echt empfehlenswert! Das ist hier übrigens die kleine Portion Schweinebraten!!
My favorite fried chicken is at the Pizza Ranch in the Wisconsin Dells. All you can eat chicken and pizza.
Pattern: Delicious Knee Socks by Laura Chau
Yarn: ONline Linie 3 Supersocke 100 and Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock Solid
Needles: 2.0 mm
This piece of ephemera in the historical collection at the local antique mall owes its presence here to my nostalgia and self indulgence.
You see, I was a customer of The Shake Shack in the early 1980s. The center of Ocean Park takes up so little land that it's almost possible to see all of it from a few blocks away. That's why, when I first vacationed here with Frank in 1982, I found the Shake Shack almost immediately.
The owner-operator was a grandmotherly woman who looked rather like Aunt Bea in the TV program Mayberry R.F.D. but in person was not the least bit cloying, unlike the real Aunt Bea.
Having discovered that she made great milkshakes, I would visit the Shake Shack daily in the early afternoon on the pretext of walking the dog. It took Frank a long time to figure out the real motive behind my daily walks.
In 1983 I was in the Shake Shack with Frank's late wife when someone I soon realized was a regular walked in. Her big husky dog marched in next to her. Without uttering a word, the proprietor slid open the door of the low freezer, reached in and took out an ice cream sandwich.
She unwrapped the ice creak bar and held it out to the waiting husky, who delicately took it in his teeth, lay down on the floor and proceeded to eat it while his human associate placed her order.
Nothing lasts forever. When I returned to Ocean Park in the 1990s, I discovered to my dismay that the Shake Shack wasn't just out of business; the entire building was gone. Today I doubt I'd be able to find its location.