The best part of making MLK Day pie is sharing it, of course! My neighbors are enjoying surprise slices of coconut pie, made from the Peace Through Pie-winning recipe we printed in last week’s @statesman food section.
Photo proof from @outandabout that LBJ did indeed have a Michelob tap in his kitchen at the Stonewall ranch.
I have a feeling we’re starting a new Christmas Eve tradition: Springfield-style cashew chicken, complete with oyster sauce, cashews and green onions.
Brats, burger, kraut, et al on a pretzel bun with garlic fries and a big hoppy beer at Big Horn Ram Brewery next to BSU.
Didn’t get to go skiing, but we settled for frolicking in the snow. Thanks @fitcityleblanc for the warm ski jacket!
Day 22 gratitude: Not one, but two crabby pants! (Literally and figuratively. Aren’t those the cutest baby PJs you’ve ever seen?)
Holding that sweet baby girl for the first time made this whole ordeal to get to Boise worth it. We made lemonade out of lemons, but I think I’ve had enough lemonade for one week. Thanks for the good wishes and encouragement along the way.
Watching the sun rise in the land of “Meek’s Cutoff,” far eastern Oregon. First sun we’ve seen since, oh, Auburn, California yesterday. Been en route to Boise for a day now. Almost there…
Airport boredom continues. Most exciting thing this hour: Julian finds a pillow-shaped chip.
