Yes, it's Tulip Time in Holland and that means Elephant Ears are back! Seems that many folks live for the deep-fried batter, slathered with butter and sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar. This is as close as I ventured to said ears as folks were claiming space before the parade. Instead, I opted for a safe, rather ordinary hot dog and chips from the vendor next door.
Meantime, back at the ranch...Sammy is enjoying watching the birdies on the feeder we have mounted on the deck. Jim took 2 days to stain/seal the deck in, what felt like, gale force winds! We've also started working in our yard -- see all the green green grass in the yards across the little lake? We are coaxing our little yard into becoming pretty and green, too. The little oak tree that we brought with us from San Anselmo (Jim found it growing out of a crack in the cement at the SFTS Maintenance Shop on Ross Ave) has just this week shown signs of new life. We celebrated by planting a weeping willow, a Japanese maple and 2 Douglas spruces.
Happy Easter! St. Luke's Episcopal, Kalamazoo. Jim's first Sunday was Palm Sunday and we all gathered out in the courtyard, the daffy-dills, hyacinths, forsythias all in bloom. The next Sunday -- Easter -- we were bundled up, ringing bells and singing our Aaaa---lle-llllu-iiiias through chattering teeth! It's a lovely church -located right across the street from First Church, K'zoo. (No, I haven't been there...yet.) Jim is serving as the interim rector and seems to really enjoy that kind of work; there are 18 openings in the Diocese of Western Michigan.
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way back when - in the early organic, happy hippy mid-70's days of Portland, a gigantic craft market came into being underneath the Burnside bridge in Portland Oregon - called Saturday Market it was a great place for pottery dishes, tie die, incense (and probably the stuff we might have wanted the incense to cover up), and wood toys. Lots of wood toys. Best of all - to my college appetite and budget - it sold elephant ears - great big cinnamon sugar and butter coated pieces of fried bread.
While Saturday market remains a great source of local photos and pottery - the legendary elephant ear seems to have fallen victim to probably more sensible eating habits - or at least a wider range of international food venders.
Still... mention elephant ears and I think of late November Saturdays, shivering in the wind and hoping that the rain holds off for another three hours and biting into that hot, sweet, savory bit of sugar and dough.... happiness.
Great to hear from you!
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