Author: doug

My father’s favorite ice cream, in honor of his passing, one year ago today.

Gandalf can’t even

A couple weeks ago when we had Bits Night, a piece of trotter bone fell into the charcoal fire, and I have been transferring it to new chimneys along with the previous partly-used charcoal ever since to see what happens. The bone is slowly disintegrating from the heat, but much more slowly than I thought it would. This bone was about the diameter of a finger.

You all are slipping. We turned quite a beer profit this Clambake. This isn’t even all of it.

Another Clambake is in the books. Here Jeff pays for his lobster.

Did you see Lis’s post today?  I discovered these three squirrel-chewed water bottles in the yard this evening. I guess even the squirrels are concerned with lead in Newton drinking water these days.

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I had some leftover gazpacho for lunch today. I was pretty surprised to find a smiley face on the surface after pouring it into the mug.

This is my brother & sister-in-law’s dog, awaiting his treat for having chased the Canada geese off the beach.

A few years ago, my friend Kat could just about boil water without burning it.  But she caught the cooking bug and, with guidance from myself and others, has become a good cook. I am incredibly proud of her for producing this masterpiece, a 9 pound grill-roasted standing rib roast of beef. I was also incredibly happy to help eat it.