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Ash Pith
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59 responses to “Ash Pith”
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Debbe: Giant chicken statue outside Mrs. Knott’s chicken dinner restaurant outside Knott’s Berry Farm.
https://scontent-dft4-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/23755809_1693640167365176_5301233131500319788_n.jpg?oh=c453986d3c544894617f3fe74561c872&oe=5AA8A9FB
Statues of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday at the old Santa Fe station in Tucson, AZ. Most of train station is now shops, restaurant, and museum.
https://scontent-dft4-3.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/23794821_1693634360699090_780993595305761103_n.jpg?oh=ecbf3a477702af9116fbd501ef7f3eec&oe=5A9077D4
The three best pizzas I recall having were in Portland ME, Anchorage AK, and Tahlequah OK. Go figure.
My first remembered pizza was Ledo’s Pizza in Adelphi, MD. They recently moved the original closer to campus in College Park. It gave me a fondness for thin crust, showcasing the flavor of sauce and toppings without filling up on a more leavened crust. Always made to fit a 13×9 sheet instead of round.
Pizza at home was by Chef Boyardee, but an Italian family neighbor still had a Mama who loved to hear compliments. Learned a lot there, and stopped buying that stuff. Home cooked with properly aged dough instead of fresh risen may still beat some restaurants for flavor. But the atmosphere of a good pizzeria adds to the experience. Or that may just be nostalgia that cannot be recreated.
Mark in TTown, I actually found octopus to be ok in the Japanese takoyaki. Especially on cold days. I never tried it or cuttlefish on pizza.
Do not watch this video if you’re phobic about wasps or hornets:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lGHI1Iwumc&t=82s
Greater kudu. Happy TG.
https://explore.org/livecams/african-wildlife/african-river-wildlife-camera
Peace,
Beach towels for penguins? Strange.
https://explore.org/livecams/birds/live-penguin-cam-2
Peace,
We had a metal outbuilding where we lived for 46 yr. Fortunately, that never happened. Had to deal w/ white-faced hornets and yellowjackets a few times, never stung dangerously, but they are not favorite insects. Peace,
Good morning Villagers…..
…and and a blessed Thanksgiving to all.
and may we all have ……. https://i.chzbgr.com/full/9096489472/h8CA83778/
Reminds me of my grandmother’s reply when I would tell her she’d burnt the toast. But outside the toast, she was an excellent cook. Happy Thanksgiving, everybody.
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Debbe, let’s see if this will work: https://www.facebook.com/NTDFunniest/videos/2004559589833532/
Jackie Monies:
Gas fireplaces are indeed better in terms of ease of use. They are also more efficient.
Still, I prefer the entire experience of a wood fire: the shifting plasma, the dropping embers, the popping and hissing, and, of course, the aroma of wood smoke.
Both sets of my grandparents lived in the country, and they heated with coal. Whenever I smell coal smoke, I am five years old again and back in the old farmhouses.
About the pizza in Tahlequah, Oklahoma, it is indeed awesome. Served in a restaurant called Sam and Emma’s Chicken Palace. Chicken is NOT even offered in the menu.
It is known as Salmonella Palace in town and is usually rated as best place to eat in town.
The place is decorated in thousands of chicken decor items and chicken coop and chicken house decor. The funniest funkiest pizza parlor I have eaten in.
Dang Hall. The restaurant is Sam and Ella’s Chicken Palace (owner’s real names) pronounced Salmonella.
Rick I was raised in one of those old farmhouses by my grandparents and we had wood fireplaces being used until I was old enough to remember them. They switched to gas space heaters which often froze up in cold weather.
The fireplaces were removed as fire hazards and walls put in place.
I too like wood smoke and put in several outdoor fireplaces on decks.
I had a set of great-grandparents who lived in a log home somewhere in the Ozarks in Arkansas. They heated and cooked with wood; their kitchen had a hand pump for water.
My favorite A&J fireplace cartoon…for some reason.
http://www.gocomics.com/arloandjanis/2011/11/28
Today’s Thanksgiving Parade cartoon could be me instead of Arlo, except in the fourth panel I’d likely be saying, “Wow! Those Rockettes sure can high-kick.” And perhaps in the second panel as well. 🙂
https://img1.10bestmedia.com/Images/Photos/320652/Radio-City-Rockettes-in-Macy-s-Thanksgiving-Day-Parade—photo-by-Kent-Miller-Studios–Macy-s–Inc._54_990x660.jpg
My first Pizza was a frozen one heated in the oven. Probably went to a Pizza Hut as they were just opening when I was in HS. Had some decent pizza in college and my Italian Father-in-law did a great homemade pizza.
When my FIL’s mother died, we went to East Rutherford NJ and had the best pizza ever at the New Park Tavern. Detroit has a think square pizza that is pretty good, but I prefer the thin NY style slice.
My most memorable pizza was when I went home for Christmas for my Dad a few month’s after my Mom’s fatal traffic accident. We went to church and tried to figure out what to have for dinner. Since we already had a nice Christmas Day dinner planned, we decided to pick up a pizza. Since often one or both parents had to work on the holidays, we never had any rigid traditions so I think my Mom approved of our dinner decision.
My step grandparents lived in a log cabin and heated and cooked with wood u til the 1950s when my stepdad and his brother bought a small post war house in town for them and moved them to the city about a hundred miles from the “hills.”
They were living in town by the time I knew them in 1950 but Ma.maw’s cooking methods were based on those ways she learned in the hills. She never mastered baking but tried.
Many of my older relatives still lived In log cabins or log houses into my life as I remember visiting them.
Here’s this year’s best excuse for being late for Thanksgiving dinner. The accident happened at 4 am, but traffic was still a mess when our family went through the area at noon. (Odd that the best pictures/version of the story came from this decidedly not local source.)
http://www.nydailynews.com/news/national/truck-crash-sends-pigs-loose-shoulder-florida-highway-article-1.3653318
R.A., that story reminded me of Br’er Rabbit and the briar patch.
Jackie, TruckerRon, and Ghost:
Good stuff! Thanks.
TR – Thanks also for the memory jog. Both sets of my grandparents also had the hand pump in their kitchens. The pump was a source of endless fascination for me.
And that, of course, brings back another memory: the taste of well water. Boy, do I miss that. I loved it.