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Favorite things

Hummingbird Feeder

I got this as a gift from Olivia for my bridal shower in Minnesota. Or, rather, Ollie took the time to hop online and find a boutique in my town, so I wouldn’t have to carry anything back on the plane. This is what I picked out with her gift certificate.

It’s made of recycled glass, and the birds love it!

Heirloom Tomatoes

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I love these lumpy, discolored tomatoes more than just about any other foodstuff on earth, with the possible exception of soft, stinky cheese. More on that later. These tomatoes taste like tomatoes are supposed to…acidic, tangy, with a finish of earthiness that makes me think of childhood. Also, they’re pretty, which is more than can be said for the mealy pink tasteless circles of tomato that you get on your Big Mac.

Plastic Yard Flamingos

flamingo.jpgMy yard is covered in these awful creatures. I love them. Our neighbor’s kid takes pleasure in rearranging them a few times a week, so I never know where they’ll be when I open the front gate. We’ll probably never live in another neighborhood where it’s acceptable, downright encouraged, to have a yard full of the ‘mingos, so it’s now or never for the Mingos Dynasty.

Soft, Stinky Cheese

Seastack2_1.jpgSeastack from Mt. Townsend Creamery is where it’s at, kids. This stuff has a vegetable ash rind, a very smooth liquidy first layer, and an earthy-tasting inner cheese that’s to die for. Even Randy, man-who-likes-few-cheeses, asks for this one.

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24Jun2009

Sally

DateWednesday, June 24, 2009 at 12:00PM

Sally was a long-time fixture in the Owner Services department of the timeshare place where I worked. She was endlessly patient, and we all admired her for having stuck with it for over a decade.

Sally had hip-replacement surgery during the time that I knew her, and I gave her my extra-grippy off-road crutch tips that were left over after my own leg ordeal. I left that job while she was out on her convalescence, but I hope her hips feel better than they have in decades.

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