in honor of our home opening
detroit tigers baseball day
the unexpected snow
and
the expected condiments.

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credits: the intelligent optimist, rk photo, detroit tigers
a carload and more of grandies,
a sweet niece, baron the dog, and a family of ducklings
inventing the day as they go.
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“some of the secret joys of living
are not found by rushing from point A to point B,
but by inventing some imaginary letters along the way. “
~douglas pagels: These Are the Gifts I’d Like to Give to You
whipple-scrumptious fudgemallow delight
it’s almost easter – a great time to make wonka’s whipple-scrumptious fudgemallow delight with the chiddlers then?!
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how to make a truly whipple-scrumptious sauce
for your ice cream sundae:
you will need:
an adult to help you
a saucepan
a large bowl of your favourite ice cream ready in the fridge
60g dark chocolate
1 cadbury’s crunchie or similar chocolate bar
60g butter
80g dark brown sugar
150ml double cream
8 marsmallows
what you need to do:
break the chocolate and the crunchie into large chunks
and set to one side.
in a saucepan, over a low heat, melt together
the butter, sugar and cream.
stir until all the sugar is dissolved.
turn the heat up and continue stirring for 10 minutes.
be careful, as it gets very hot and can splutter.
use a very long wooden spoon or a tall adult with a long arm.
turn the heat down again.
get your bowl of ice-cream from the fridge.
put the marshmallows, chocolate and crunchie into the saucepan,
stir around once and pour over your ice-cream.
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“‘Wonka’s Whipple-Scrumptious Fudgemallow Delight!'” cried Grandpa George. ‘It’s the best of them all! You’ll just love it!'” – From Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – roald dahl
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credits:
roalddahl.com
wok racing.
one way for non-skiers
to enjoy winter sports.
in germany
each march
a mix of
b-list celebrities
olympians
and
3 million tv viewers
share in this great event.
racers
sit in woks
strap ladles
to their feet
and
speed
downhill
at speeds of
more than
60 mph.
in 2014
members of
the jamaican bobsled team
took first prize.
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credits: mzungovolunteers.org, reddit.com, mental floss, zazzle.com
last weekend, the residents of tualatin, oregon held its annual west coast giant pumpkin regatta—a quirky annual october event in which participants dress in costumes, hollow giant gourds into makeshift vessels, and paddle them across a local lake.
the oversized squash are generously provided by the pacific giant vegetable growers, a regional group of gardeners who promote the cultivation of “obscenely large, healthy vegetables.” (this year, one of their offerings tipped the scale at 1,794.5 pounds.)
after the pumpkins are measured in a “terminator weigh off,” they’re cut open, scooped out, and transformed into tiny watercrafts.
contestants climb into them, take to the water, and engage in a series of races—that is, if their boats don’t start leaking, which happened to at least one contestant.
twenty-one individuals attempted the 2015 regatta—a physical feat that, despite its whimsical nature, one frustrated rower described to as “brutal” and “exhausting.” now in its 12th incarnation, the regatta drew thousands of onlookers, who enjoyed pie-eating contests, costume competitions, and live entertainment while they weren’t watching others flail around in the water.
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“i would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself,
than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
― henry david thoreau
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credits: mental floss magazine, oregon live
it was the perfect night
for the
corn maze terror
9 of us went in
3 of us made it
all the way through
hangnail moon
chilling wind
corn up to the sky
eerily waving us in
dark silo in the back
watching it all
and
scary things
so many terrifying things
all along the way
walking out of the corn
and
standing behind us
and
calling our names
and
chasing us
scary pic of me hiding in the corn
right at the beginning – excited and scared both
we ran
we startled
we got lost
we shrieked
we fell
we ran more
we tried to
clutch onto each other
sometimes to strangers
yelled our lungs out
and
somehow
made it to the end
a little bit braver
and
for at least one of us
a lot more scared
than when we went in.
a true knight is fuller of bravery in the midst,
than in the beginning of danger.
– philip sidney