Pouring My Art Out

Yeah, I grew that potato.

I cut it up.

I cut it up more.

And I cooked it in butter, with just a dash of pepper and some Mediterranean seasoning mix.

Obviously the butter was the only way to go.

Golden brown.

The moment of truth.

It was everything I could hope for…in a potato. I know, this isn’t a foodie blog, but man, I grew that.

And I really did see an elephant of the freeway.

I don’t just make this stuff up. Well, not all of it. I hope he was going to a good home.

And a picture of one of our three dogs, who just turned 12-years-old.