My cat Bittie couldn’t stay off my lap today – and Ella my sweet Border Collie/Aussie mix was attached to my side.
I’m very excited to have my studio and plethora of supplies at hand.
I have to share with you a couple of emails I got from my Dad tonight – see below – perhaps we can all tell him he needs to blog here at The Feeding Edge! He’d be great at posts on food and travels. He’s an amazing poet too!
Email one, subject – Observations: Driving through southeastern Wisconsin this afternoon, I tasted the finest apple in existance… I’m quite sure it was a Honey Crisp. Magnificant! Pure Mana from the gods. The farm had the most incredible barn; perfectly round with a stone foundation up 6 or 8′ and a wood shingled roof. I did a u-turn and went back to photograph it and wantered into the garage to view an assortment of 15 or so varieties of orchard fresh apples. Three were recommended and I tried the Honey Crisp… lucky me! the farm has been in the same family for an incredible 171 years. Oops, they just served my salad. Eat more apples!
Email two, subject Saga Continues: So when the Ceasar arrived it was under dressed so I sent the poor bartender back to the kitchen. More thick, heavy (this is Houlahans’s but dressing like Outback) dressing was a major improvement. The salmon arrived dried up and I let the bartender insist on ordering another; much better the second time. I should really wear a t-shirt denoting “warning’ I’m the most particular patron you’ve ever served.” Bon Soir