Retirement Travel and a Weird Mix of Other Stuff
I didn’t feel too bad about it, thinking that was the first post I’d missed. Then tonight I happened to see my sandwich post still in DRAFT status. Argh.
Sorry, y’all.
Check out the other bloggers participating this year. Most are doing much better than me keeping up with the daily posts.
We’re a third of the way through February already. Ack!
The topic for today is favorite sandwich.
I haven’t read anyone else’s post for the day yet, so I’m not sure if others found this one difficult. For me, it was easy. Why? Because I love sandwiches.
Laugh if you will, but I take my sandwiches seriously. Some might say I’m picky. I prefer to say “particular.”
Its hard to pick one favorite, so I’ll list my favorite in a few different categories.
First, Favorite Sandwich Purchased While Traveling. That’s the one pictured above. Thick slabs of Camembert cheese with fresh veggies on a fresh-baked baguette. With Hoegarden as a chaser. YUM. That was at a little cafe in Bruges, 🇧🇪.
Second, Favorite Cold Sandwich Made By Me. Italian Cold Cold, all the way. Preferably on a sub roll. There’s mayo, hots (hot pepper relish in oil), lettuce, raw onions, provolone cheese, a couple different kinds of ham, genoa and hard salami, vinegar, oil, salt, pepper, oregano, and parmesan cheese.
Third, Favorite Hot Sandwich Made By Me. Grilled ham and provolone, with lettuce, mayo, and fried onions. Served on grilled white bread.
That’s it for me. I hope to catch up on my reading tomorrow.
Recently, I came across images from a national park in Ohio that I’d never heard of: Cuyahoga Valley National Park (CVNP).
It looks really pretty, and it’s relatively close to home. This link might (should) work if you want to see pretty pics from the park. They’re not my pics; I’ve never been to CVNP.
I included a few Flickr images from other photographers below. Click on each for credits.
This is post #11 in this year’s Brave, Bold Blogger Challenge. Check out the other bloggers participating this year…
I’m not about to go into a long discussion of why memory is so strange. It just is. But there are different types of memories and varying degrees of and reasons for strangeness.
One strange thing I believed as a kid was that chocolate milk came from brown or brown-and-white cows.
I don’t think I was unique in that belief. Lots of parents told their kids things like that, right? And why not? It’s funny to have your kid believing things like that. And it’s pretty harmless, too. Mostly. I distinctly remember getting into a heated discussion about chocolate milk cows with my kindergarten teacher. She insisted that all cows’ milk is white. I insisted brown cows’ milk was chocolate. Afterward, when I told my parents what she’d said, they told me she was wrong. And said that that particular nugget of “information” wasn’t known by everyone. That I should just keep it to myself from then on.
I did. And I can’t remember how long I believed that secret.
A more-unique, terrifyingly strange thing I believe as a child was that Hell was underground, and that the Devil could sneak out through holes in the ground to get me. Sometimes, he could even push through the ground, if he tried really hard. Why would he try so hand? Perhaps if I was particularly bad on a given day.
That sounds pretty innocuous, right? It was terrifying. I’m not just talking about holes in the ground, but holes leading through the ground. Like pipes.
When I was a child, our bathtub’s overflow was covered by a metal grate. If I looked through the grate, all I could see was darkness. If I put my ear to the grate and listened, I could hear things. Scary things. Moving things. I imagined they were dark, wet, squirmy, evil things, because it was a gateway to Hell, of course. Sometimes, if the light was right, I could see the Devil looking at me. Or one of his demons.
If I sat very still in my bath, I could hear whatever or whoever it was breathing.
I had dreams about the Devil coming through the ground to get me, too. Dreams I still remember vividly to this day. He never actually came through, though. I never actually saw Him or his demon. But they were there. I KNEW it.
How scary was it? Believe it or not, I feel vaguely unsettled now having written about It/Him. Weird. I should have stopped with the cute-strange chocolate milk cow.
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This is post #9 in this year’s challenge. To read about the strange things other Moto bloggers believed in as a child, check out these awesome blogs…
I was wrong.
I have a gazillion pictures. Between this blog, Facebook, and Instagram, I’ve shared many of them. Some more than once. So finding images I haven’t shared previously that are worthy of sharing at all took some time.
I did manage to find a few images I don’t THINK I shared previously, but, truth is, I’m not 100% sure. Good thing the rules of this challenge are loosy-goosy.
This pic is kinda old. It was taken when we lived in Maryland. I think it was 2007. I didn’t even have a blog at the time. That’s Hubby’s Kawasaki Vulcan Nomad on the left and my Yamaha V-Star Tourer on the right.
I cannot imagine riding that big fatty again, I love my F650GS so much more. Except for it’s name. BMW motorcycle names are dumb.
Don’t you just love the water droplets on that flower?
The last pic is the only one I think might have been shared before. I was getting a bit desperate, though, and running out of time. And it made me laugh. So I thought you might enjoy it, too.
Speaking of making me laugh… I had to share this gem, too.
Yes, I shared four images, and I’m pretty sure I’ve shared the last one before. It’s just a bonus thrown in for giggles.
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I’m sure some of the challenge participants have been scratching their heads about some of the more unusual prompts I chose. Today’s prompt is a good example. It’s “vegetable.”
I don’t know why I chose vegetable as a prompt. It’s just a word that came into my mind, so I added it to the list.
I always look forward to reading other bloggers’ posts to see how they interpreted each prompt, but I try not to read others’ posts before writing my own. You know, so I don’t steal any ideas, intentionally or not.
Some of these prompts are just as hard for me as they are for others. What kind of prompt is vegetable?
As it turns out, today’s prompt was easy for me. Yesterday was my birthday, you see. And, since I’m the health conscious type that I am, I celebrated my birthday with a vegetable, and some fruit, too. All baked into one delicious carrot cake.
I like cake. Many different kinds of cake. I especially like cakes with icing. Not that whipped cream-based crap some folks call icing. I like the real, sugary, calorie-filled icings. The ones that are so sweet they almost make your teeth hurt. Cream-cheese icing is good, too, and that’s what usually adorns carrot cake.
I’d told Hubby I wanted a carrot cake from Harris Teeter. HT was sold out. So my Hubby went a bit further afield and got a cake from Wegman’s instead.
It was delicious! Truly. A birthday isn’t a birthday without cake. It gave me something to write about here today, too.
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