Saturdays Are for Exploring

You know that one street that looks like it's probably just a dead end, so you don't go down it unless you have a destination?  Those are *exactly* the kinds of streets we look for when we go walking on Saturdays.

If you turn onto Baltimore Street off of West Bel Air Avenue in Aberdeen, after about five blocks, it looks like the street is running out.  There are trees between the street and the railroad tracks (the houses stopped a block earlier), but the foliage is thinning as the tracks get closer to the street.  Then, you get to the end, and see that road turns slightly, becoming truly parallel to the tracks again, and appears to go off into the trees.

We kept on going, until there was a healthy helping of "KEEP OUT" and "NO TRESPASSING" signs proliferating on the trees.  Apparently, the road just sort of fades into a final driveway.  We respected the signs.  We did see a creek going under the railroad.

This was about a month ago, when it was still pretty cold out.

This is a great example of rime ice. Or is that hoar frost?  The wind was blowing across this standing water as it froze, so it made little spears of ice that look like they are growing upwards.

It's fun to explore!

Possibly the Worst Thing I Have Ever Cooked

Have you ever been to an event, like a State Fair, where they have a booth that fries everything?  Like Fried Snickers Bars, or Twinkies?

This isn't *quite* that bad.

On most Friday mornings, a Seminary parent will bring treats for the students. Sometimes, when there are leftovers, the Landbecks have them for dinner.  Friday, there were four glazed donuts left.  Hmm, what can I do with glazed donuts?

Fry an egg in them, of course.

First, I had to tear the center a little bigger so the yolk would fit neatly inside.  When I make egg-toast, I butter the bread, but the donuts were too sugary to spread butter on.

So I just dropped a small dollop of butter into the frying pan, and the put the donut, unglazed-side down, in the bubbling butter.

The sugar caramelized a little, so it was almost like having candied french toast.

Decadent, but a fun way to eat left-overs.