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Food fights. The initial skirmishes

Food For Thought

My mother made stew often in winter. It was crowded with big chunks of tender beef, potatoes, carrots and onion in a rich sauce similar to thin gravy, laced with garlic, bay leaves, and thyme. It had simmered most of the day in a big kettle on the stove, filling the house with its enticing aroma and, steaming up the kitchen windows. His mother made soup. A clear, tea-colored broth swimming with bits of meat and vegetables and reminiscent of last Sunday’s roast beef.

Bacon, hot dog cannons, fish or no fish

Walkin'

Quick: Which Iowa university has the Spartans as its team mascot?
Is it a) the University of Iowa, b) Iowa State University, or c) Dubuque University?
Sabra and I do what we call credit card camping while on our bike trips. Maybe in our younger days we’d be up for setting up a tent, but the older we get, sleeping on the ground becomes less appealing. Roughing it, for us, is a Motel 6.

The high cost of prosperity

Every year I try to make at least one pilgrimage to my husband’s hometown in northwest Iowa. There are friends and family there, and a little brick house that has been in the family for many generations since they arrived in Graettinger from Oklahoma in the ’20s. Not far from the Minnesota border, there are several lovely glacial lakes within a few minutes’ drive from the town. The soil is black and rich– some of the best farm land in the world– fields of corn and beans stretch, lush and healthy, for miles.

Water over the dam

Walkin'

Free, men’s Oskgosh overalls, size 56, never worn, call…
I read this ad in the Keota Eagle shortly before pushing off for Oskaloosa on a dreary misty morning.
I always make it a point to read the local newspapers while on the road and have found some gems over the years. My favorite was one that read, “found $300 in the bank depository without a deposit slip call to tell us who you are.”
The ads exemplify one of the things I love about our bicycling trips; the people. Not only is it interesting to talk to someone new but we’ve received so much kindness from strangers it’s amazing.

On the road again

Walkin'

This year’s ride started as planned Thursday morning. After winding our way through the familiar streets and trails of Iowa City we soon found ourselves on Black Diamond Road, a remote ribbon of tar going from nowhere to no place. Sometimes I wonder why I love cycling but rolling quietly over roads like the Black Diamond brings it all back. It’s the sun on your back, the forgotten cemetery you would have missed if in a car, the smell of clover, the time to remember and reflect while you inch your way along… At mile 16 we arrived at the KTZ’s Roadhouse in Windham.

More about cats and dogs

Food for Thought

Curiosity and research uncovered a number of interesting things about pet behavior. Some behavior is almost impossible to train out of your pet, even though it is ancestral and not necessarily relative to the lives of our family pets.