The weekly post of extra photographs returns with extra images from familiar places, and delicious food with which I stuffed my face. Let us get to it, then.
This was the reception for the wedding we attended yesterday. You walked in and saw the ice sculpture and then this sign:
Well then, now you are intrigued. They offered two different mini-quiches.
There were miniature pancakes, already drizzled with syrup and topped with blueberries, raspberries and blackberries. We all know pancakes:
Maple-glazed bacon on a stick. This was the hit of the night. I ate too much bacon:
This guy was out of control, climbing on tables, blowing out candles. His grandfather there might be something of an enabler:
And today, the largest moth I’ve ever seen. This is a Promethea Moth, Callosamia promethea. I would have picked him up, but it would have taken two hands, and lifting with the legs:
The Yankee took this one, but it is cute so I stole it:
And now, scenes from a morning ride. These horses were unimpressed:
The Yankee is wearing purple for Elise, the beautiful, beautiful young daughter of a friend of hers who died early this year. There was a “virtual race” today, a fundraiser to help pay medical costs.
It was a nice ride. My legs felt good and the little hills we chose didn’t seem much of a challenge for a change. I spent most of the time thinking of the pictures and videos of that little girl’s face. When I found myself in a lull I remembered how much that 3-year-old loved to do burpees. That’ll make you laugh, a tow-headed baby doing toddler burpees with enthusiasm and giggles. You can cover a lot of ground quickly that way. Over the last few miles it all slowed down and I found myself thinking of her mother and father and the empty spot in their home.
So we rode 35 km in the midmorning sun and that was delightful. Guests came to visit and that was wonderful. We went to the wedding of one of The Yankee’s former students and that was lovely. Beautiful bride selfie:
It all made for a full and rich day of emotion. It started with a banana and ended with brunch finger foods and, ultimately, will conclude with my being too tired to eat a proper meal. But I spent the full day with my wonderful wife and we managed to cram a lot of a day into the waking hours. It was a good trade, even if the horses weren’t impressed.
I am not a food blogger. I am not a food blogger. I am not a food blogger.
But I went to The Paw Paw Patch, which does a cafeteria style meat-and-three. And the vegetables were a childhood memory. I often eat things in a certain order, for whatever reason, and I eat each option without swapping out to a new part of the dish. But these, as a child I mixed up.
So when I saw them on the food line I smiled. I knew what I was getting. But I did not stir up the entire plate. Funny how something like that can make an impression on you. Maybe we don’t often realize it until after the fact, if even then. And how we make our impressions upon others? That’s always a mystery. Something to think about.
When I was eating the owner came out and offered some of those ice pops you had in elementary school. Apparently he was just trying to make some space. He began talking with an elderly man and woman a few tables away. Somehow the conversation turned to the owner’s wife and how she once worked at a fur store about 15 or 20 years ago. This elderly lady had purchased a fur coat there during those same years. She said she paid $7,000 in cash and does your wife remember that?
So he had to call his wife to find out the level of impression and the older pair ate their little popsicles.
The older gentleman had apparently just gotten out of the hospital for some reason or another and he said that this, at Paw Paw Patch, was the first good meal he’d enjoyed in several days. And I thought back to when I visited a friend in the hospital and her husband had gone out to get her a plate from Paw Paw Patch because it was one of her favorite restaurants. I can’t ever go there without thinking about, because that was, I think, the first time I’d heard of the place. That’s an impression to make.
I also will forever think of the time I walked in there and the staff and I did lines from Coming to America. They seemed entertained that I knew most of the script.
Things to read … because the Giants can’t play the Packers every night.
I also have an impression of one of the first pieces from The Onion that I read — though I thought it was older. How many stories from 15 years ago can we recall?
Catching up is always a Sunday afternoon post. Tomorrow’s plans are different, though, and I have to get rid of these pictures somehow. So follow along with me now …
First, a study in Chick-fil-A bovines … This guy may just barely fit under the name Bos primigenius.
This one, meanwhile, is much larger, and of course fits the mental image Chick-fil-A has given us of barely literate dairy cattle advocating that you should really leave their kind alone and, instead, enjoy delicious poultry products. This one will have some explaining to do when all the other Holsteins realize that’s a leather glove.
In stop and go traffic, more stop than go, I ran across this piece of heavy machinery. I think it might actually be a transformer. See the guy on the left? He struck a pose for me. I did not take a picture of that.
I finally got a halfway decent shot of the bridge with no road in it. I can now move on:
This machine makes bacon, and has no qualms about shooting it into your eyes. Bring your own safety glasses:
Today I did a little 7.75 mile ride and just under a mile of jogging as a brick. All it did was convince me that I’m kidding myself about my training. Tomorrow, we’ll prove it!
The very definition of incongruity: a pink Yellow Cab.
I’ve been wondering about this since the last breast cancer awareness month. Is there a more successful awareness campaign in the western world? You’d be hard pressed to find one that has enjoyed greater reach or more significant corporate partnerships in the last few years.
Things to read … because reading always brings about successful partnerships.
