Freeport Road in Aspinwall. All traffic stopped. No young geese splatted on this busy road today. Goose is such a funny word.
And to make today’s post slightly more interesting check out TheFreeDictionary
1. n. a silly oaf; an oaf. Oh, I’m such a silly goose!2. tv. to (attempt to) poke something, such as a finger, in someone’s anus. Freddy tried to goose me!3. n. an attempt to goose someone. (As in sense 2) He tried to give me a goose.4. tv. to rev up an engine; to press down hard on the accelerator of a car. Why don’t you goose the thing and see how fast it’ll go?5. n. an act of suddenly pressing down the accelerator of a car. Give it a good goose and see what happens.
McGraw-Hill’s Dictionary of American Slang and Colloquial Expressions Copyright © 2006 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc. All rights reserved.
- (you) silly goose
- a goner
- a wild goose never laid a tame egg
- a wild-goose chase
- can’t say boo to a goose
- cook goose
- cook someone’s goose
- get goose bumps
- get goose flesh
- get goose pimples
- golden goose
- gone coon, a
- gone goose
- goose bumps
- goose egg
- goose pimples
- goose up
- Kill the goose that lays the golden egg
- kill the goose that lays the golden eggs
- not say boo to a goose
- one’s goose is cooked
- sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, what’s
- send on a wild-goose chase
- silly as a goose
- silver goose
- the goose hangs high
- what’s good for the goose is good for the gander
- What’s sauce for the goose
- What’s sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander
- wild goose chase
- wild-goose chase
- wouldn’t say boo to a goose
Taking a break from the cherry on top challenge although I was considering another shoot.
When the family visited we went to the Children’s Museum a couple of times. One of the favorite rooms is called The Garage. The kids tried to catch the balls that were held up by air blowing out of the table.
Laura held Charles as he reached for the ball.
It was easier for Maura to catch the balls.
One more try
I had to turn the car around and take a photograph when I read this street name.
Someone was creative in Venango County, Polk, PA.
Do you ever wonder who names the streets?
In the same zip code 16432- Frozen Toe Road, Riddle Street, Hells Kitchen Street, Rainbow Road, Broken Arrow Road, Log Cemetery Road, Fishermans Cove, Gameland.
If you had a time machine, to what period of time would you travel?
Back to the Future
The fun weekly photo challenge by Michelle W. I should get in the car and head to a local ice cream shop but it’s really humid and hot and we’ve already been out for dinner. Wish I knew the Cherry on Top challenge beforehand but then I remembered a Cherry on Top I photographed six years ago.
The following was posted in May 2010. Since then the Burnt Almond Torte was declared America’s Greatest Cake Here’s the article Thank You, Pittsburgh, For The Greatest Cake America Has Ever Made (By the way, I never saw a cherry on top of a Prantl’s Burnt Almond Torte)
And here is the original writing from my May 2010 blog post
Burnt Almond Torte and Copycat Recipe
Different regions prefer certain pastries, baked goods. Burnt Almond Torte is popular in Pittsburgh. I’ve seen it as a wedding cake. tiered! Who brought the recipe here I don’t know but many Pittsburghers LOVE it. I’d never tasted one until we moved here. This one is from the Oakmont Bakery. Joan brought it to dinner one night. We split it three ways. Don’t know who ate the cherry. Not me. But before we devoured it, I photographed it. Here is a link to the Recipezaar Copycat Prantl’s Burnt Almond Torte recipe in case you want to have a taste of Pittsburgh Pastry/Dessert. I hear there’s one where chocolate is involved.
I like molasses. Granted it’s been a few years since I’ve played CANDY LAND, but I missed the old Molasses Swamp. You get mired in a Chocolate Swamp these days. I read it was changed because today’s children don’t know what molasses is!
Molasses makes me think of cookies. Here’s a recipe (use butter instead of shortening) for Cookies-Molasses Crinkles. My mother baked them for years.
And yes the Candy Land artwork is different on the board. There’s a lot more “stuff” and it looks a bit clown-like now. I miss the ice cream floats. You still advance on the board by drawing a card with a colored square (or two) and moving your gingerbread piece to the matching color. The plastic gingerbread game pieces look like they are dancing nowadays. The classic candy Valentine conversation hearts bit the dust, too.
The board game is 67 years old, says it was created by Eleanor Abbott, a polio victim herself. Children in the hospital wards, afflicted with the disease, played her original game. Milton Bradley manufactured the first game in 1949 but now the brand is Hasbro.
My granddaughter Maura brought it to my house while she’s visiting. We played it a lot.
When I played with Anna (almost 13)she had the original version as an anniversary edition in a tin.
Another opportunity for me to feel antique and reflect how everything changes. Rapidly.
Where did Grandma Nutt come from?
After supper, Maura asked to go to the playground. Walking down my driveway, back from playing across the street -I saw the sinking sunlight through this weedy leaf.
Such bright green. The rays a bonus, shooting into sun.
The phone so readily available from my pocket. One quick shot. Just like that.
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My friend Joan’s garden. Hollyhocks remind me of my Grandmother Hendricks
My daughter Laura sorted the giant bag of colorful potholder loops on the dining room table. I photographed it with the iPhone.
We’re in crafty production this week!
Maura brought them with her from Columbus for her visit to Grandma’s house.
Taking the woven piece off the loom keeps it together instead of it trying to pop off the metal loom as you bind off.
And a nod to Jackson Pollock at the car wash. Abstract expressionism for sure. I’ve photographed some impressionism at the car wash before today.
I was on my way to Columbus Ohio, stopped for gas at the Sheetz in Triadelphia West Virginia. Do you want a car wash? Y or N? I thought, why not? Hit Y.
A code is printed on the receipt and you go get in line across the lot.
A little break in the monotonous drive on the interstate.
Oh, then there was the potato chip art, from the bag I’d purchased when I went to the rest room. Lunch.
An art day, right in Triadelphia, West Virginia. Who knew?