Friday, June 25, 2010
Giant Pickles At Sporting Events Kinda Gross Me Out
I post this because:
1) it fits with the "it's the small stuff" Pillowbook mantra.
2) I think behaviorial economics can be pretty fascinating.
3) the small, hand-painted "35 mph!" yard sign in Beaumont makes me, for whatever reason, slow down more so than any formal speed limit sign or digital tracker.
4) I love the thought of picking "funk" when riding in an elevator.
Updated picture of my raised bed and compost area:
Plan to spend a couple of hours this morning staking my tomato plants... and continuing to revel in the excitement of finding my first cucumbers. I don't even like this prickly, pale green vegetable that much, but I do love homemade pickles. If any of you have a sure fire recipe (or really any knowledge that extends beyond "pickles are made from cucumbers"), please let me know.
TIME Magazine recently published its lists of "Top Quirky Local Festivals" and "Top Authentic American Experiences":
The World's Largest Catsup-Bottle Festival (Collingsville, IL)
*What is your own quientessential "American/Kentucky/Cumberland County experience"?
*Patroning a farmers market and a local quirky festival is basically an ideal summer day for me. If you have any suggestions, please pass along!