Friday, June 26, 2009

Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy, Cherry Pie Days of Summer


come from this?

And aren't we glad they do!

Especially glad we have this place righcheer in our own backyard.

Just a short drive north on Highway 89 on your way to Brigham City. You can buy buckets of frozen pitted Montmorency pie cherries or bags of dried pitted cherries. You probably think I have a tendency to say everything is the best of the best, but I really don't. If I say something is wonderful, it is probably more than wonderful -- just like these cherries.

You probably haven't had cherries this good in your life, I don't care what kind of memories you have of picking Bings, Queen Annes or Raniers in your grandmother's back yard, sitting in a tree-house and spitting the pits out over the railing onto the hard, dry ground...or of drooling over the ones your uncle marinated in vodka that your mother wouldn't let you taste. Well, maybe the way you imagined they would taste might possibly taste better than Woodyatt's cherries, but only because you haven't outgrown your desire for the forbidden fruit.

If I were going to be around over the July 4th holiday, I would think seriously about making a really scrumptious mango/lime cherry pie for you. You would probably like it a lot.

Monday, June 22, 2009

There Must Be 50 Ways To Say "No-sir-ee, Buddy!"

This isn't even the wildest ride at Lagoon, is it?

But I still say, "Oh the hell no!"
That's what these fools should have said. Do those look like happy faces to you? What? You can't see their faces? That's because THEY GOT LEFT BEHIND IN G-FORCE LAND! HELLOO!

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Home Is Where Your Stuff Is

This is someone's home in West Weber--not a store, not one piece for sale!
And yes, I asked.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Zydeco On Steroids

Even on sports shooting mode, I couldn't get a good blur-free picture of these Hell Raisers! That pose right there of Alex, on frottoir--scrub board bib--is the split second he landed on his feet before lift off again. He was like a little twig caught up in a tornado, but totally in charge of the energy zapping through his limbs and rubber neck.

Alex came out on stage before the Doop-meister (my choice of appellation) appeared, to get the audience revved and ready for Dwayne Dopsie (pronounced "Doopsie,") to come out and show us why Les Haricots was created in the first place.

If you weren't there last Friday night at the Ogden Amphitheater, I hope it was because you were at the Blue Grass Festival at Fort Buenaventura. Also, if you weren't there, you won't be able to get even a sense of how good this was from anything I can write about it. But let me just say, that Doopsie-guy can ZYDECO!! Don't pass up a chance to experience this if it ever comes your way again.