Unprotected Sax

Where were we?  Where did we stop?  What did we have?

Seaside Romance

Until today, he had never met a Swedish girl.

Along The Way

Off today, Monday, and doing things that needed to be done by

someone who had the time to do them.  I made sure that I could 

do things that I wanted to do also, like ride my bike, to start to get

rid of the insulation I'd built up over the winter.  I rode the canal

towpath from Lawrenceville to Princeton's Carnegie Lake, where 

the University's Boathouse is situated at Washington Road.  Not 

too much activity there today, just a few sculls with coach boats

driving alongside, bullhorns in hand.  

It was a typical mid-spring ride on the towpath; blustery and chilly,

with a couple of joggers and a few older Asian couples walking 

and stopping to gather spring greens on the side of the trail, which I 

imagined to be dandelions and/or plantains.  It's a bit too early for

fiddlehead ferns.  The Canada Geese couples were still a bit nervous

as I approached, sticking their tongues out and quickly waddling 

into the canal.  By May, they'll be oblivious to the passersby.

I couldn't hear their alarms as I was entranced by Roger Waters and 

then Simon and Garfunkel on my iPod.  Quite a combination, huh? 

It certainly worked for me. 

Tuesday's Dinner

We had a good hickory-smoked dinner tonight.  Still warm outside

afterward, I grabbed a cigar and my drink and sat on the patio for

a while.  I called my buddy Doc from Santa Barbara and had a 

good chat whilst my daughter bummed drags off of me.  Kind of

reminds me of myself a little.  Although by the time I  was 14,

I usually had my own cigar.

Shouldn't be a hard one;  what did we have for dinner?

Two If By Land

Unfortunately for some, the word Patriot still means that there 

must be bloodshed.  I'm still thinking about the runner that I saw

who fell immediately after the first blast.  I wonder if he's okay.

Amazingly, the surrounding runners, although startled, for the most 

part kept running.  It was as if they were on auto-pilot, trying to

process the huge explosions and vibrations, and at the same time

their bodies kept plying on.  I even saw one female runner turn to

look behind her, and then carry on while glancing at her watch. 

Bowls Full Of Soul

Which bowlful would you choose by sight alone?

Detailed reasons are encouraged.

If either of my two readers responds to this, I'll have a couple

more in-depth clues and questions associated with these two dishes.

P.S.- for those of you who don't like tender beef, here's some 

tempura shrimp, thin egg noodles, bok choy, and cilantro.

The second and third photo are courtesy of my old friend's

huge success and I wish him the best of luck.

Buffed!

A gorgeous day today in the Garden State!

I hadn't been down to the boat since a couple of days after the

weather disturbance known as 'Sandy' passed through.  Today I

buffed the hull with wax/cleaner and she's looking brand spanking 

new for a twenty-eight year old boat.  Shame on me for not 

thinking to bring sunscreen; my face is on fire.  Oh well.

Hopefully on Friday, I'll bring the tape, paint, a brush, a roller, 

and a pan and get the bottom done.  Then I can start concentrating

on the disaster I call my yard. 

Patterns

Quinoa, Bok Choy, and Swai

Food Quiz

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In this array of letters, find the three main components of 

tonight's dinner.  One protein, one vegetable, one grain.

I can't remember if I've ever posted without at least

one image, and I ain't scrolling back to find out.

First one on my blogroll and/or reader to solve the puzzle

is invited to spend a Saturday night and write the menu

for that evening's dinner.  No limits. Except Anonymous answers.

And you have to bring the wine.