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Following the Flow of Similitudes

Friday night was a quiet one. Somehow I got hooked on the hokey Warehouse 13. Watched all four episodes in one sitting! Thanks Hulu.

Saturday morning we weren’t hindered by the boy’s desire to watch cartoons. Since the switch to digital the signal is so janky, even with our fancy new TV and antenna, that trying to watch broadcast television is more frustrating than fun. Fine by me. He didn’t even put up a fight when I declared we were leaving to hit up the Mill City Farmer’s Market, where we lucked into a decent parking spot. Then, while hunting for quarters in the car to feed the meter, I recovered a book that had gone missing. A Lee Martinez’s Monster had gotten wedged under the passenger seat. At the market we ran into a few friends, scored some sweet corn and blueberries, and snarfed down tasty veggie momos for lunch. Then it was a quick trip over to Mitrebox, for our first miel y leche Cupcake Saturday in months (only later did I realize I had tomato chutney on my chin from the momos, but no one pointed it out). After a little visiting we continued on to a playground, to bear witness to some weirdness. Seeing a group of my friends clad in athletic type clothing, scrambling around a basketball court. I know next to nothing about the rules so it just seemed like an excuse for them to get sweaty and push each other around but hey, if it makes them happy and keeps them healthy, cool. And my son got a kick out of watching them play. The boy is woefully under-informed about sports, due to my general lack of interest. We haven’t hit up a Saints game in over a year and should get to one before the season is over. After our brush with basketball we popped by the new Mississippi Market on the way home. There I found what I’d been looking for at the farmer’s market. Garlic scapes! And lobster mushrooms (I’d really been wanting chicken of the woods mushrooms, but these were good too). I whipped up a tasty pasta, utilizing both items, but there are more recipes I’d like to try like pesto made with garlic scapes and white bean and garlic scapes dip. My son also talked me into baking him a blueberry pie (really had to twist my arm on that one) and that evening a few out of town friends joined us for another backyard fire, which the lad stayed up too late for.

Thankfully he did sleep in Sunday morning. So late that we missed our window of opportunity for me to get a workout in at the Y (the childcare program has goofy hours) but we did venture out to Hyland Park Reserve’s Chutes and Ladders play area. Then it was more cooking/cleaning/lounging/reading at home (with the house to ourselves, as our unpredictable new roommate disappeared again). A lovely weekend, all around.

garlic scapes

Bonus: This is beautiful: stop motion with wolf and pig. Sadly it was completely, blatantly ripped off for commercial purposes (via Tubes).
Plus There will be more mini golf in our near future. The Science Museum’s Big Back Yard has a deal, $5 to play mini golf after 5pm, without paying museum admission. I’d also like to venture to Lilli Putt sometime.
And: I was recently invited to join Aardvark. Need to poke around some more.


  1. e wrote:

    I love W13. It’s like a goofy X-Files without all the boring alien shit.

    Also, I did not notice that you had food on your chin!

    Monday, August 3, 2009 at 7:30 pm | Permalink
  2. star5 wrote:

    have you been to big stone mini golf? it’s a little drive but it’s really neat. each hole is a different artwork.
    (the site is annoying, but it will at least give you info)

    Tuesday, August 4, 2009 at 12:52 am | Permalink
  3. Sharyn wrote:

    Totally! I want more W13 already. Oh, and when I got in the car after Mitrebox I happened to look in the mirror and was like “Woah! My face is filthy!” Fantastic.

    Oooooh, I had never heard of Big Stone Mini Golf! But that might have to go on the itinerary for this weekend. Site is annoying, but the photos of it look neat.

    Tuesday, August 4, 2009 at 6:23 am | Permalink

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