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California, Montana, Yellow Mustard
brb, retreating to my clam nook to stare at the sea and Contemplate
everyone's posting the photo of the grandpa upside down in the air at the Bridge Bay Campground in Yellowstone National Park and it's a terrifying and sad one, but as a tent camper this is the one that scares me, sleeping bag = shat from: www.krtv.com/news/local-n...
when your friend is trying a new look that doesn't quite work for them
in this brief period when fireworks are legal to buy here, I decided to sock a couple away for another fun future event
no big deal, just a nice first day of summer on the Bitterroot River
and Fester doesn’t have a patch on the Hapsburgs for spookiness, for instance this guy
I took this with me from my bedroom at home to my first year of college in the dorms, and my roommate absolutely hated looking at it. Post a poster you used to have in your room, apartment, or house.
Happy start of Dracula Daily! I love that the whole start of the novel wouldn't be out of place in Food & Wine magazine. In honor of Jonathan Harker eating the local cuisine for the first time, I'm making chicken paprikash this coming week.
My favorite yard/estate/church basement rummage sale finds today in Missoula
Enjoying our home popover brunch with a bottle of Kirkland Signature's finest
And all the Airports never. Seeing this poster as a kid freaked me out
Our new Christmas tradition began tonight: margaritas, sheet pan nachos, and a first time watch of the John Wick franchise
“We want the finest wines available to humanity. And we want them here, and we want them now”
I made King Arthur Flour’s garlic and herb monkey bread from their Baker’s Companion to go with a pumpkin (a roasted speckled hound) soup for dinner and I think this is going to be the regular friend for soup in my house
For Halloween, four horror novels I’ve read in the last couple years that were so good, immersive, strange, and gory I think about the worlds the authors created all the time
Back on my bullshit* again *treating myself to baked goods at Montana country cafes
Home after two weeks rambling around the Upper Midwest for the first time. One of the small things I was surprised by was how Michigan's U.P. is able to make delicious things out of their large thimbleberries; the ones here out West are small, dry, and crumble instantly into nothing when picked.
I shall call them Dave, Captain, Rat, and Brian…or maybe Waylon, Willie, Johnny, and Kris
The situation here can only be described now as a mess of babies
Up early this morning to hit a dozen yard and estate sales. Greatest find of the year so far: 750 ml bottles of a Seattle coffee liqueur and a Philadelphia coffee-infused rum for $5 each. The couple selling them said they were gifts but didn’t like this kind of liquor.