Indulge! At The Blue Pig Café! Where bacon is king and hair is an art form.
What we have here is the Indulge! and Blue Pig Café newsletter. This gives you something to read while you wait for your friend who is never on time or you’re by yourself and feeling conspicuous without something to do until your lunch arrives. You get the picture.
Get over feeling conspicuous; Montana has blue hair and might have wandered in off the prairie, if we had a prairie in the immediate vicinity, and possibly she’s wearing a hat from another place and time.
Ditto Alice, her mother, who reminds me of Little Bo-Peep – only much cuter. This does not involve a crook and sheep; it’s because of her pigtails and those ruffle-y pants she wears.
But I digress. It’s a lot of fun hanging out in this store/café and I’m here to share.
Last month, some of us participated in the fall Harvest Flea Market, organized by Denise of Rusty & Primitive Treasures (in the back room, where she carries rusty and primitive treasures). First weekend in October and a 2-day event at the grange in Jasper, and even though those things always involve a lot of heavy lifting and sorting and some fierce language I’m not proud of, we had a dandy time.
I finally unloaded that fusty old window frame with the flower box attached, that Himself (husband) threatened to set on fire if I didn’t do something with it -- and the Lenox coffee set that was my mother’s and is a reason she’s twirling in her grave, because I practically gave it away.
Let this be a lesson: Sell your good things before you head off to heaven or your ungrateful beneficiaries will get rid of them at a fraction of their worth and probably not even feel guilty.
Where was I? Oh, right, fall – and we’re up to our eyeballs in it. My favorite season, and if I called the shots we’d go directly from spring to fall to a mild winter with maybe a light snowfall, and back to spring.
Summer is for people with lots of melanin and no cellulite.
There’re lots of good things in the store to support the season – well, and Christmas (I know, but we’re looking right at it) -- my current favorite of which are the bags of white fir chips that Brad, Montana and Dennis put together after de-limbing a big tree. (I know. De-limbing is probably not a real word, but admit you know what I’m talking about.) Whatever. It’s like Christmas in a bag, if Christmas fell in fall, and I already have bowls of it all over the house. This confuses the dog whose nose is hardwired to know when the house should smell like December, but she’ll get over it.
Cardigan Welsh Corgi and her name is Olive; I’ll tell you about her another day.
Hot tip: If salad is what you love, try Drew’s Salad with honey-mustard dressing, which I’m lunching on as I write. Romaine lettuce, chicken breast strips, pecans, grapes and bacon (duh). It’ll make your taste buds stand up on tiptoe. Also, slicing grapes gives Carmen (chief cook) an opportunity to cut off her thumb, which she tries to do at least twice a year.
Get over feeling conspicuous; Montana has blue hair and might have wandered in off the prairie, if we had a prairie in the immediate vicinity, and possibly she’s wearing a hat from another place and time.
Ditto Alice, her mother, who reminds me of Little Bo-Peep – only much cuter. This does not involve a crook and sheep; it’s because of her pigtails and those ruffle-y pants she wears.
But I digress. It’s a lot of fun hanging out in this store/café and I’m here to share.
Last month, some of us participated in the fall Harvest Flea Market, organized by Denise of Rusty & Primitive Treasures (in the back room, where she carries rusty and primitive treasures). First weekend in October and a 2-day event at the grange in Jasper, and even though those things always involve a lot of heavy lifting and sorting and some fierce language I’m not proud of, we had a dandy time.
I finally unloaded that fusty old window frame with the flower box attached, that Himself (husband) threatened to set on fire if I didn’t do something with it -- and the Lenox coffee set that was my mother’s and is a reason she’s twirling in her grave, because I practically gave it away.
Let this be a lesson: Sell your good things before you head off to heaven or your ungrateful beneficiaries will get rid of them at a fraction of their worth and probably not even feel guilty.
Where was I? Oh, right, fall – and we’re up to our eyeballs in it. My favorite season, and if I called the shots we’d go directly from spring to fall to a mild winter with maybe a light snowfall, and back to spring.
Summer is for people with lots of melanin and no cellulite.
There’re lots of good things in the store to support the season – well, and Christmas (I know, but we’re looking right at it) -- my current favorite of which are the bags of white fir chips that Brad, Montana and Dennis put together after de-limbing a big tree. (I know. De-limbing is probably not a real word, but admit you know what I’m talking about.) Whatever. It’s like Christmas in a bag, if Christmas fell in fall, and I already have bowls of it all over the house. This confuses the dog whose nose is hardwired to know when the house should smell like December, but she’ll get over it.
Cardigan Welsh Corgi and her name is Olive; I’ll tell you about her another day.
Hot tip: If salad is what you love, try Drew’s Salad with honey-mustard dressing, which I’m lunching on as I write. Romaine lettuce, chicken breast strips, pecans, grapes and bacon (duh). It’ll make your taste buds stand up on tiptoe. Also, slicing grapes gives Carmen (chief cook) an opportunity to cut off her thumb, which she tries to do at least twice a year.
