I've wanted to eat at the St. Paul landmark, Mickey's Diner, since 1988, before I ever moved to Minnesota. Today was my lucky day.
The kids and I sat at the counter and had a complete diner experience. I had a very nice Mulligan Stew and they had pancakes in the shape of a well known mouse with agressive trademark lawyers.
April 2006 Archives
I really need some pointers on how to properly frost things.
The recipe for these coconut cupcakes is from 52 cupcakes, again.
BTW, the recipe as originally posted was missing the salt portion of the recipe. It looks like it has been fixed now.
Elise and I went to the Como Conservatory yesterday. This is one of the best family bargains in the Twin Cities. For a small suggested donation, ($2 for adults, $1 for children) you can check out a very nice conservatory with knowledgeable staff and a really nice zoo.
I was alone in a sea of women with children in tow.
This banana bread was left on my keyboard this morning.
I've interrogated the usual suspects and either one of them is dissembling or I have not yet determined who the culprit is.
Please contact me if you know where this came from.
It's all fine until people start comparing notes. 10. Skip
It has to be warm and sunny but I've done it. There are no known photos. 19 Give shout-outs.
I think I once gave a shout out to my peeps on the blog, iirc. I have no plans for future shout outs. 25. Request extra sprinkles.
I'm not ashamed of this one. 39. Whine.
Isn't this going to be an Olympic sport someday? I'm in training. 54. Read The Fountainhead.
I might have been 29, 30 tops. [Link Courtesy of Dave's Picks]
- Taking a long walk.
- Reading a book.
I love spring in Minnesota.
There is something magical about the first few days when you can walk outside in your shirt sleeves, see the trees budding, and feel a warm breeze. This time of year is mild -- without humidity or mosquitoes. If it was like this all year round -- well I suppose it would be southern California without an ocean.
I wonder if I would still appreciate it the same way if I didn't have to go through a long winter first.
This time I made them with cream cheese frosting.
Saturday was my first attempt at scones. They came out pretty good for a first try.
Just in time for Easter -- the culvert cross.
I didn't sneak into the women's room to snap this photo.
Nope, it's a unisex hand washing area outside the restrom proper - thanks Chino Latino, it was a first for us.
What do you get when you add a dark restaurant and a menu that was painstakingly created to resemble something beaten out of a typewriter that fell off a donkey in darkest Peru -- Chino Latino!
The food was very good, if you can do fusion food like a sushi salmon roll with roasted corn salso on top.
The menu was annoying to read, but the food was fun to eat. I'll be back, hopefully with more people, so I can try more things.
Matthew and I went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts to celebrate Buddha’s Party.
The number one thing I wanted to see was the Tibetan Sand Painting exhibition. I have seen pictures of sand paintings, but never saw one being painted. I was surprised by how three dimensional the piece was.
Sand paintings like this have always captured my imagination as the are traditionally swept up when complete, making them ephemeral - like life. I also like how utterly fragile the piece is, one sneeze could destroy hours of work.
What will you do, God, when I die? I am your pitcher (when I shatter?) I am your drink (when I go bitter?) I, your garment; I, your craft. Without me what reason have you?Poetry never translates perfectly -- you can't get meter and rhyme and alliteration to all translate while saving the imagery for a culture who may have no frame of reference. I was really pleasantly surprised when the translators had a somewhat detailed forward where they explain their methologies and the choices they made in order to complete this translation. I wish that more translated books would feature this kind of explanatory material. I realize reading translations of German poets who write about God is kind of an obscure thing to do for pleasure. It was an unexpected surprise to see that Jan, just yesterday, posted another poem by Rilke from the same collection of verse. Odd ... I promise I didn't pawn my book off on her, beg her to read and it and then browbeat her into discussing it. (I'm sure there are people who will read this, who have had me do that :))


















