just call me Scooter

I am in the midst of a winter whiteout, ennui has set in while the sky stays white with occasional bursts of sunlight or buttermilk. [overheard at the gym: one lady, 'is that the sun I see?, next lady: 'yeah, but catch it quick. Keeping up with the sky around here will give you whip lash!]



There's nothing in my archive that I can find interesting enough to post. Maybe I will joint Scooter and take up ice cream painting. Or maybe I'll just eat the ice cream. Either way, here's wishing you a 'sunny' Monday.

I had only heard about this drive-in and yesterday on a late-August, early-early fall Sunday afternoon we rode around Lake Minnetonka and on to Delano, a little farm town west of Minneapolis. There it sat in all it's pink glory! The Peppermint Twist drive-in is pretty famous in these parts, and was even featured on the Food Network a few times. Its all about bears, famous red raspberry shakes, free juke box and car hops. To keep things in the red family, there's Dave on the right waiting for me, as usual.

We had soft ice cream cones and played Roy Orbison, Jan & Dean, the Sufaris and Beach Boys on the juke box. Did that date us sufficiently?!

I'm thinking about Ruby Tuesday for more delicious reds.

Laughing, crying & eating ice cream--just another day.

On my last visit to the Arctic zoo. . .sigh. . .,the polar bears were emoting and pacing in the cold and spewing their cold breath. Such beautiful creatures with those incredibly b.i.g. feet.

I only recently heard about Ben & Jerry's new ice cream flavor--Baked Alaska--which has marshmallow swirls and white chocolate polar bears. Marshmallow and chocolate bears can't be all bad. Up to par with their usually clever design, this carton has a polar bar leaning on a thermometer and the phrase: If its melted its ruined. I haven't tried it yet. Two reviews I found actually came from Sweden and England. . .hmmm. Anne's Food, a blog I frequent, has a photo and her take on the flavor. Also, more at Snackspot.

And speaking of our four-legged friends, we just picked up our dear Pashka's ashes and a little gift from the animal hospital.

It seems they took this impression of her left paw (which was referred to in our house as her 'mush foot') after she passed and had it fired as a keepsake for us. Whew, this was almost more than I could handle at first. . .but now it has a place of prominence along with her (heavy) box of ashes. Our plan is to take her with us this summer to the Lake Superior area around Duluth and scatter her ashes somewhere along the trail used for the Beargrease Dog Races.