Erika and I went to order lunch at Hill’s Market in downtown Columbus on Sunday.
We were at the Deli Counter and I saw the Wild Boar Salami packages.
Printed on the labels it said Made From Free Roaming Wild Boar
so I asked the man making the sandwiches where the Wild Boar roamed free before they were made into salami.
He had no idea. I figured it wasn’t Columbus, local.
I picked up the package and read the fine print but no location mentioned.
It’s mentioned on the Creminelli website though- TEXAS!
Then I looked it up on the internet and it says there are “wild pigs in FORTY FIVE states” (USA)
I remembered hearing Wild Boar in the Grafenwoehr trash in Germany, scraping a jar or a can along the concrete walk in the middle of the night. And going to the Wild Boar Park in Germany, seeing baby wild boar. Ate a plate of Wild Boar meat at a Boar Fest, remember his snarly face on the spit. Ugh.
Anyway the packages in the deli case got me wondering about Wild Boar and where they roamed free in America.
Have you seen any wild boar lately?
A story in three photos. (The other part of the challenge.)
Welcome Maura Clare. November 2008.
Rub-a-Dub-Dub, Three Men in a Tub
Three Little Pigs
Three Little Kittens
Wynken, Blynken and Nod
Three Sailing Ships
No Three on a Match
It’s bedtime in Ohio. Three photo story post for a different day. Kicking off the Weekly Photo Challenge by Michelle W with this single photo of all the threes I could find on the grandkids’ bookshelves.
Three Little Pigs Cartoon 1933- familiar music Who’s Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf
-or save them first and then heave them after they get a bit furry in the fridge.
Or eat them cause you feel it a duty, but not enjoy them wholeheartedly?
How do you feel about leftovers? Does it depend on the type of food saved?
Today as I drove home after school, I thought about the spaghetti sauce in the fridge and although freshly made pasta is preferable, warming up a bowl of leftovers with hot sauce poured over top was incredibly satisfying.
A little fresh grated cheese. Mmmm. Eating my way through winter…………..
Didn’t have to start a meal from scratch and it was a relief to know it was there waiting on a shelf in the refrigerator. I looked forward to eating it again.
I thought the spaghetti sauce tasted even better today.
Some people don’t enjoy leftovers or being served leftovers for supper.
And true, certain dishes are better than others in the leftover department. Chili seems to improve, the flavors marry as they say.
I know I have wrapped things up and put them away or I have saved food in a little plastic container and forgotten all about it and then when I unearth it, it’s inedible and needs to be pitched. Storing in clear glass is key to seeing what is there to eat.
Does gender make a difference in leftover preference? Do you have a limit as to how long you will keep a dish?
When I did some research on leftovers I found an article about how Americans waste about twenty pounds of food each month. Yikes, that seems like a lot and is a disgusting statistic. So wasteful.
Growing up you were encouraged to consume everything and clean your plate. My mother had a book as a child The Sunny/ Sulky Book and one of the naughty kids (the book could be turned upside down to read about the good children) always took more on his plate than he could eat. One night he was visited by a Fairy-Eat-It-All in a dream and given a spoon to consume the mountain of food he had wasted. Eyes bigger than his stomach situation I guess.
A moral tale.
One time I posted how to revive a piece of leftover cake
Groundhog’s Day 2014-
We were there to see Phil the Groundhog rousted out of his slumber, and taken out from his cozy stump to see his shadow amidst the brotherhood of the Inner Circle of Gobbler’s Knob. The men were all dressed in top hats and formal attire.
Twenty four years ago (before the 1993 movie) my sister Mary and I drove in the middle of a foggy night to see the groundhog. I can tell you that it was a much different this trip. Last time we just parked on the side of the road and walked up the hill to Gobbler’s Knob. The whole event was well orchestrated and incredibly efficient, especially with the number of people coming to town. Lots of dedicated people making a concerted effort to insure everyone’s safe and happy experience! Everyone pleasant and a festive atmosphere. We had fun and were really glad it was rain rain and more rain instead of ice and snow snow snow!
Laura thought she’d like to go last year since it was on a weekend but it was super cold and I had an photography show opening that weekend and it didn’t work out. ”Next year”, I said. ”Next year.” Laura wanted to cross it off her Bucket List.
Mary came out from NYC on the train Thursday night and Laura drove in Saturday morning from Columbus OH.
We went to bed at 8:30 PM Saturday night and got up at 2:40 AM.
Pulled out of the driveway around 3:20AM and drove the 74 miles to Punxsutawney PA. Not to0 much traffic but when we got there the Wal-Mart parking lot was already filled up. We were able to find a spot behind the County Market in Groundhog Plaza and walked two blocks to a McDonald’s where we got $5 round trip tickets for the bus to Gobbler’s Knob.
Just like Shuey had told us (he went last year in the bitter cold, driving his MOTORCYCLE from Niceville, Florida) it was “easy peasy.” The crowd was estimated at 30,000 and yes, it rained on us the entire time but the temp was about 37 so no ice, no snow and none of us felt cold or miserable. I’d wrapped the camera in a couple of plastic bags and rubber bands on the end of the lens. At one point we were asked to all pull out our cell phones an light the place like a concert with a lighter. A fellow art teacher plays the bass fiddle in a band The Beagle Brothers and they played a few sets starting at 3AM. Oh, the Star Spangled Banner, too.
We stopped in at County Market to buy a couple of magnets and use their nice restroom. The clerk had been there since the night before at 10:30 and her shift ended at 6AM.
School buses lined up to take Groundhog Fans to Gobbler’s Knob
Laura at Gobbler’s Knob
Cell phones light Gobbler’s Knob
Thirty minutes of Zambelli Fireworks in the woods was an unexpected delight.
The Beagle Brothers band
The Beagle Brothers played a few sets and the National Anthem. Fellow art teacher Kyle on the Bass Fiddle. Nice job!
Uh oh. He saw his shadow. SIX MORE WEEKS OF WINTER!!!
A fellow groundhog fan took our photo on Gobbler’s Knob
Josh (dogmatic liveart) painted Groundhog Day right on the spot!
Groundhog fans checking their photos and messages.
Headed for the buses at Gobbler’s Knob
Groundhog Fan with Groundhog Hat
Photographer on Gobbler’s Knob
After the Prognostication
Getting on the bus for downtown
Kids playing on piles of dirty snow
Groundhog Statues all over town!
Mr. Tom Uberti shook my hand and welcomed me to Punxsutawney. AKA Big Windmaker. He graciously allowed me to “shoot him.”
Saw this sign last Sunday in Columbus Ohio.
Captured with iPhone.
Stopped at a red light on our way to grab lunch at Hill’s Market, before Matthew took off- return to Zagreb
A few years ago this Mary statue was a curbside alert through the neighborhood listserve so I walked up to Winterton St. to save her from the trash.
She was peeling paint and looking a bit worn. Somehow it didn’t seem right to have her picked up by the garbage truck. So I put her in my side “garden” and called her Our Lady of the Weeds (due to my lack of gardening effort)
About the same time I hired a friend of a friend to come and do some master gardening, get rid of the weeds, plant something decent. And the skilled gardener took the Mary statue home with her and she was gone a couple of months. The gardener is an excellent puppeteer and brightened up the statue with new paint. In fact, when she was returned it took awhile to get used to her brightness and revitalization.
Then my neighbor restored the bird bath bowl my father gave me when I bought the house.
One day I came home and the Mary statue was perched in the now repaired bird bath.
It’s been a team effort to get me spiffed up around here.
This Spring I’ll take a new photo with the plantings and green surrounding her.
We ended up at the Little Lebanon Bistro and Bakery for two reasons. Michael’s winter coat had a broken zipper and we went to Alteration Station to get it repaired/ replaced and then Maura had to use a rest room.
Lucky us. I got some lentil soup to take home and then I ordered up the pastries after the owner had given everyone of us samples. Delicious! Also got a slice of the gluten free carrot cake for Mark-
Little Lebanon Bistro and Bakery
What a find. The menu is online if you click the link. Reasonably priced. Clean and fresh food.
Of course if you aren’t in the Polaris Area of Columbus Ohio it will be harder to sample the food.
The owner said if you bring the kids you can call ahead and they will prep their orders so there is less wait time.
It’s a Guest Blog today. This gallery could be a good writing prompt, too. You know there’s a story. Probably more than one story.
And you know when someone sends me photos and they say they saw something and it made them think of me and the blog, it’s a nice feeling. Marlene (Erika’s mother and Mark’s MIL) wrote from Hardy, Virgina with the accompanying photos she took on a walk with Donald.
Glad you had your cell phone along on your walk, Mar.
“We saw this fireplace chimney in the woods so we ventured up the hill. There was a stone outline of where the old homestead was. There were a bunch of mason jars all over so we figured kids with moonshine would sit around the fireplace and drink. Way behind the chimney we saw another old house. So we walked through the leaves to the other house.”
“After checking out the side of the house I walked around to the front door and there I saw the front door was padlocked.
It was so funny because the exterior wall was missing on the side.”
Thanks Marlene for the gallery of the old Homestead in Virginia,
I’m not going to post 6 galleries of family this week. I couldn’t stop myself with the windows.
You know I have thousands of images of my family. Some of my favorite subjects to photograph. I will restrain myself.
Henry Otto Hendricks is in the middle at the bottom. I believe the man in the top left is my father’s grandfather. Had better check my notes.
Matthew Laura and Mark, grown up
Me carrying Mark on my back in Philadelphia 1977
Matthew in from Zagreb
Getting Ready for a family photo Saturday night. Henry is front and center and everyone else is blurred.
People and windows.
June 14, 2012 Visual Arts Room
Maura and Murphy at Aunt Linda’s
Pittsburgh Firefighter on South Side
Jane and Prem’ Wedding
Beautiful Valentine’s Day Bride
Sea Lion Viewing Window at the Zoo Pittsburgh PA
Erika sent me these two pictures of Jack this evening. She said that Jack gave me permission to blog them!
His front tooth was hanging on by a thread for the longest time and Jack kept wiggling it all Christmas break. You kept thinking it would come out but even when he’d twist it, it didn’t!
It gave you the shudders, right down your spine, watching him manipulate it. I thought I’d witness it coming out in person but didn’t happen. Until tonight! A milestone.
Sure gives a different smile! Thanks Erika and Mark. He looks pretty excited about it’s coming out.
Growing up at a rapid rate!
Either Michael or Jack, one of my grandsons, took this photo of Star Wars figures.. I found it in my December Photo Stream in Aperture tonight.
I hadn’t seen it before, didn’t notice it. I know I didn’t take it. The kids love to use the electronic devices.
Any it was all set up and photographed (on the piano I’m fairly certain) and here’s their shot. Guest blog photo by one of them.
I’d left the mini Light Sabers in a gift box with a friend’s gift but she mailed them out from Pittsburgh in a card so they got to Ohio in time for Christmas. Need light sabers to do battle!! Thanks V.
Something about mini figures invites creative and imaginative play.
Have you chosen a word for this year’s theme yet? Mine is gratitude.
This afternoon I drove home alone to Pittsburgh after a nice vacation in Ohio with my family. Two hundred miles can feel long and lonesome after all the activity with the family. If you’ve been following along you saw that the girls and I went to Laura and James and had a nice New Year’s Day celebration with the rest of the family.
On my way home I spoke with my dear friend J in Omaha. She told me about hostess gifts she passed out to her Fondue Party guests on New Year’s Eve. Here is what she gave them ( a semi-guest blog, J?)
Picture a quart Mason Jar (thanks John Landis Mason 1832-1902) wrapped with a fancy bow.
Inside J put a paper with instructions.
Starting January first. write good things down on little pieces of paper and put them into the jar. Could be a goal accomplished, something good, a happy moment, a thought. Then on Dec 31st, 2014, reread all the good things you wrote on all the little pieces of paper that you deposited throughout the year.
Right now this jar in my kitchen is filled with homemade Chex Mix (thanks Laura)
But starting when it’s empty, we’re going to fill it with good notes. Lots of them. Kind of like Three Daily Delights by my number one commenter this year, Stef.
Thanks for the good idea J. It’s a wonderful way to start a new year.
And a p.s. from J this morning A photo of her gratitude jars all lined up plus the original instructions from her niece.
The girls and I came to Laura and James’ for New Year’s Eve. It’s a sleepover.
Waiting for the new year to arrive. We started out enthusiastic. Winding down now. Ninety minutes to go.
Who will be able to stay awake? I’m knitting a Christmas gift hat for Steve and hope to finish before I leave for Pittsburgh tomorrow afternoon.
Penny is excited the girls are here. Loving the attention.
Vacation is winding down. We’re down to just hours left. The rest of the family will be over for lunch Wednesday and then I get in the car and head east.
Anna (off camera to right) getting Penny to do a trick while Laura and Maura watch.
Penny sporting the New Year’s Crown
Still awake and ready for 2014. What time is it? We’re waiting………………
No resolutions made yet!
One more dog post. There’s been a lot of dogs watching TV on my blog this season. And it’s been kids and dogs while I’m on vacation which is fast coming to a close.
We’ve all missed Murphy, the gentleman Airedale, who passed last Spring. Such a well mannered fellow, and loved dearly.
Erika keeps asking me when I am going to knit Henry a sweater.
He’s still a pup, exuberant and finding his place in the pack, making his way into our hearts with his humorous antics. He’s trying to figure things out.
He certainly likes being with his family where the activity is happening. And did he ever relish his new bone. (Laura asked if it came from a Wooly Mammoth.)
The handy iPhone camera, pulled out of a pocket. catches a moment without my leaving the family room seat or putting down my knitting.
There will be tomorrow to speak of the last post of the old year, bring in the new year- making resolutions or not.
Hmmmmm I wonder if I could bury this outside.
Please let me out with this giant bone.
And Henry eyes Maura’s horse
And then eyes me!
A p.s. to today’s blog
Henry’s breakfast Time for grandma to go home
A welcome gift. Fancy fresh fruit. Perishable, DO NOT FREEZE the boxes state.
Tonight as I cut up a couple of perfectly ripe pieces for the family to share, I remembered another fancy apple I ‘d cut with the apple sectioner at home in Pittsburgh. Steve’s former colleague had shipped them and his former boss sent some succulent red grapefruit.
Our cracker selection a bit pedestrian but paired well with the cheese and fruit.
Each apple wrapped in green tissue, cradled in a partitioned box, accompanied by a handwritten map telling which type of apple was in each space. Refrigerate upon receipt.
Here in Ohio there were juicy pears in gold foil papers, sheets of green foam cushioning their journey from Oregon.
A box of oranges are in the garage keeping cool.
Doesn’t fruit always taste better when someone else cuts it up and places it on a plate?
You might remember a similar photo of a cut pear from a 2012 Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise post -
Everyone is happy that Matthew is visiting from Zagreb. He’s either playing the guitar or the piano, telling big brother-little brother stories to his nephews as they fall off to sleep or trying to beat Mark’s Father-in-Law Donald at 360XBox College Football. He helps wash the dishes and keeps us laughing and entertained.
Here are some Matthew moments for the blog followers in Croatia, wondering why he isn’t on the blog!
I hope to get a photo with him before he leaves. We’ll see. It feels good to have everyone together, even for a short time.
Singing the Christmas Blues – Erika’s Mom Marlene on the floor by the tree
Christmas morning. He likes his new hat, fresh off the needles.
When we were working on the Awkward Photos
And Matthew wasn’t keen on being the main feature of the blog. So here is one more photo of the grandchildren on Christmas Eve to share the post.
Matching Dresses for the Sisters-In-Law Gap
I kid you not. I think it was on the sale table somewhere. It was funny cause Laura and the girls played it and then wanted to recreate some of the photos they’d seen on the photo cards included in the game. There were challenges to respond to – “explain how you came to have this photo in your wallet.” Do people have photos in wallets anymore or just in phones? Remember when showing grandchildren pictures meant you had a vinyl accordion filled with 2×3 school size pics?
Here is attempt one, slightly desaturated to give the illusion of a time past
Inspired by Awkward Family Photos®
We all know that taking family photos can be stressful and not everyone’s idea of a good time.
And it is an interruption.
Someone else’s idea.
Cooperation and light-heartedness are essential for success. Trying to not feel annoyed cause no one is in the mood.
and I wanted a photo of everyone but it wasn’t working out but Matthew is in from Croatia and Zagreb is far away and the opportunity to get the three siblings plus two in-laws is rare
Laura and James on the way home with Matthew (in his new knitted hat) and Mark and Erika, the hosts on the left
Matthew’s friends in Croatia have been looking for him on the blog and here is the elusive subject!
Jack, Anna, Michael, Maura and Henry the Airedale
Henry seems to be enjoying the festivities so far. Even
tolerated enjoyed kept the Santa hat on for the photo session. He was sniffing around the presents under the tree, looking for squeaky toys and Kongs, Bully Sticks and such.
The grandchildren fell asleep pretty fast and now, so should I.
Matthew already here from Croatia and Laura and James arrive from Centerline in the morning for breakfast. Erika’s parents are here, too. Having everyone together is the best part of Christmas to me. (And we’re getting along nicely, too!) No small task with so many of us under one roof.
Ate some wonderful Polish food Donald prepared tonight for Polish Christmas Eve. Homemade Kielbasa and Haluski and Pierogis and then we gathered in a circle while we shared Oplatki, the Christmas wafer. Donald did a great job as Patriarch, leading the ritual.
Wishing all blog readers a good day, whatever you’re celebrating or not. I appreciate all the lovely greetings I’ve received.
Spring weather and sixty one degrees.
Winter weather and 30 degrees. The wind kicked up
A significant drop.
We were headed out to see the Nutcracker Sunday afternoon. The car window offered this view.
Today Jaclyn and her sister Shannon baked nut rolls together, carrying on family tradition.
Their mother, Theresa, passed last February. This post is to remember Theresa , those who knew and loved her and to send hugs to Jaclyn and Shannon as they are missing their mom, especially at Christmas time.
Theresa was one of the four sisters in this slideshow (baking the pizelles) showing the three sisters making nutroll in Pittsburgh- Linda, Georgeann and Theresa, while the fourth sister Marlene communicated via SKYPE in Virginia.
You might remember the previous post of the 15 greased nut roll pans where the retro recipe card is photographed in case you want to make them.
Marlene and I share grandchildren and her daughter Erika is married to my son Mark.
One of my favorite photos from long ago, taken by unknown photographer
Theresa their mother Marion, Bride Linda, Marlene and Georgeann