Monday, August 22, 2011

Lovin' Copper!







I am in love with these new copper washers. The color is so rich and they are really getting me in the mood for fall. What do you think?

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

VooDoo Donughts-Do you prefer bacon or Fruit Loops on your maple bar?









We just returned from our annual summer vacation to Portland and the Oregon Coast. It was wonderful! Not a speck of rain in ten days and sunshine at the beach. I even got to wear my swimsuit this year.


These photos tell a funny story from our trip.


Have you ever heard of VooDoo Doughnuts? It's a famous donut shop in Downtown Portland. We ventured down to the Saturday Market and decided to stop in for a donut. The line was very long and we decided to skip the hour and a half wait. After our market stroll we went up to the waterfront and rented a cool six seat, four wheeled bike to ride around the waterfront. As we were getting on our bike, a kind young lady approached us with a Voodoo Doughnuts box. She had just bought too many donuts and wondered if we'd each like one. We each tried one of the glazed donuts and were on our way.


We first rode up to the Hawthorne Bridge which was closed for to traffic for the annual "Brunch on the Bridge" event. As part of the event, VooDoo Doughnuts had set up a giant version of their donut box to fill with donuts in an attempt to break the Guinness Book of World Records for the "largest box of donuts". (They succeeded by packing 600 donuts into the box).


Apparently, after the official weighing of the box, the owners handed out all the donuts for free. The donuts vanished in 45 minutes and, of course, we missed it. When we came upon the large box we were curious, just having left the shop with it's long line. We wondered if we could simply buy our donuts there, from the van on the bridge. (No, the one free glazed from the kind lady wasn't enough!)


Greg went over with our two oldest kids. Soon I noticed them peeking into the large box. Next I noticed Greg lift our daughter inside. I assumed that they were down to the last few boxes and Liv needed to jump in to grab one for us to purchase. I was wrong. I was curious, by now, and walked over with our two youngest boys. There was Olivia picking up squashed donuts from the bottom of the box. What on earth was going on?


Soon I was filled in on the story of the event that we had missed. Soon a crowd gathered to see why a young girl was in the box handing donuts to her brothers. Soon grown men were barking at her to let her know which donut they wanted from the bottom of the box.


Want to know why VooDoo Doughnuts is famous? I saw maple bars with strips of bacon on top, chocolate cake donuts with Cocoa Puffs on top, frosted donuts with Fruit Loops on top, chocolate iced donuts with smashed Oreos on top, and apparently, if you make it to the end of the line and into the store, you will see that VooDoo doughnuts come in all sorts of shapes and sizes. Turns out it was a good thing we didn't wait in line and make it into the store with our four young children, if you know what I mean! I think I'll stick with the glazed.....

Monday, August 1, 2011

Bounty or How We Became Urban Chicken Farmers







My husband, being the city boy that he is, has always had a very romantic dream of owning a small farm. A few years ago we decided to make that dream a reality. We placed a "For Sale By Owner" sign in front of our home but reality soon sunk in and we realized that unless we were willing to drastically drop the price of our home, we weren't going to sell it anytime soon.
We had two options: wait for the housing market to turn or make this house our dream.

We visited our neighbor's gardens. We checked books out from the library about square foot gardening. We measured and staked out (with plastic forks and yarn) boxes in our yard. Hey, this might just work!!

We had one last hurdle to jump. Beef cows and chickens......

We decided the beef cows will have to wait for the housing market to turn. The chickens were a possibility except that our Home Owners Association doesn't allow them. Our answer, petition our HOA for an exception. What's the worst they'll say? "No". But they didn't. They said "Yes". That is the story of how we became "Urban Chicken Farmers". Boy, are we glad we did!