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So I hiked about 2.5 miles today - not a lot of distance, but much of it was climbing and scrambling - and took 2 rolls of film (Portra 400 and Ektar). Hopefully some of them will come out well. I'll find out tomorrow.

Then I ran a bunch of errands, came home and ate dinner, and now I have a beer (Sam Adams Oktoberfest. Foolishly bought non-refrigerated 6-pack so had to leave it in the fridge for a bit) and I'll do a little grading and postwhoring! :clap:

I just now got home. Dinner with my mom, sister, two brothers and sister-in-law (one brother and sil here visiting from DC), then off to the "after party" with the same people as well as my youngest son, his girlfriend, my niece and her new husband. Pored over old family photos--I've scanned in thousands of them from about the 1920s on and my brother wanted copies. We also started sorting through the box of old letters and writings from my grandfather and grandmother that he had. I have some as well--most of these are from the early 1940s through the mid-1950s, when my grandparents and their two youngest kids went to live in South America while my mom stayed here and went to design school in NYC, where she met my dad.
Brought home a huge stack of letters to start scanning and transcribing.
All that family history is very cool.
Yeah, I love family history. My grandfather wrote some really cool stories, under a psuedonym no less, but he (and my grandmother) also wrote a ton of letters that talk about their experiences in South America. He took a lot of photos too (my first camera was the Kodak Brownie that had been his in South America), and so I feel really connected to him even though he passed away before I was ever born. He was only about 52 when he died.
 
I had quinoa and veggies for dinner.

BBQ sauce, bananas, ice cream...these things have no business on a pizza.

I don't know what y'all are talking about.

I'm having pizza with my sisters on Saturday, though.

I agree. BBQ sauce on pizza is an idea from the devil. It's evil.
I cook the meat separate from the pizza. Usually I'll cut up some peppers, tomatoes, herbs from the garden (sometime even Kale), toss some cheese (good stuff like Gouda and Blue) and cook the meat in a skillet on the BBQ. That way no grease.

Gary
 
So I hiked about 2.5 miles today - not a lot of distance, but much of it was climbing and scrambling - and took 2 rolls of film (Portra 400 and Ektar). Hopefully some of them will come out well. I'll find out tomorrow.

Then I ran a bunch of errands, came home and ate dinner, and now I have a beer (Sam Adams Oktoberfest. Foolishly bought non-refrigerated 6-pack so had to leave it in the fridge for a bit) and I'll do a little grading and postwhoring! :clap:

I just now got home. Dinner with my mom, sister, two brothers and sister-in-law (one brother and sil here visiting from DC), then off to the "after party" with the same people as well as my youngest son, his girlfriend, my niece and her new husband. Pored over old family photos--I've scanned in thousands of them from about the 1920s on and my brother wanted copies. We also started sorting through the box of old letters and writings from my grandfather and grandmother that he had. I have some as well--most of these are from the early 1940s through the mid-1950s, when my grandparents and their two youngest kids went to live in South America while my mom stayed here and went to design school in NYC, where she met my dad.
Brought home a huge stack of letters to start scanning and transcribing.
All that family history is very cool.
Yeah, I love family history. My grandfather wrote some really cool stories, under a psuedonym no less, but he (and my grandmother) also wrote a ton of letters that talk about their experiences in South America. He took a lot of photos too (my first camera was the Kodak Brownie that had been his in South America), and so I feel really connected to him even though he passed away before I was ever born. He was only about 52 when he died.

wow ... 52 is tough. Tough on you kids and tough for Mom. My Mother and Father both wrote books, separately, one each.

Gary
 
I had quinoa and veggies for dinner.

BBQ sauce, bananas, ice cream...these things have no business on a pizza.

I don't know what y'all are talking about.

I'm having pizza with my sisters on Saturday, though.

I agree. BBQ sauce on pizza is an idea from the devil. It's evil.
I cook the meat separate from the pizza. Usually I'll cut up some peppers, tomatoes, herbs from the garden (sometime even Kale), toss some cheese (good stuff like Gouda and Blue) and cook the meat in a skillet on the BBQ. That way no grease.

Gary
I don't mind the idea of baking the pizza ON the BBQ, just to PUTTING BBQ sauce ON the pizza.
Don't care for Kale. I love me some Gouda or Bleu, or Feta or any other cheese...but not on my pizza. I'm very much a Pizza Traditionalist, I guess.

My youngest son worked at a local pizza place for a couple of years, one where you pick up the uncooked but prepared pizza then take it home and bake it.. I'll admit, he got me turned on to one that had an alfredo-type sauce, chicken, artichoke hearts, bacon and spinach. It's delicious, but what he doesn't know is that I only eat it because in my head, I don't call it pizza.
 
What were your Grandparents and family doing in South America?

My grandfather did a lot of construction work and some engineering, and in the late 30s, early 40s, he was fortunate enough to get in on some government contract work going on in various places in South America, primarily Panama and Colombia. It made really good money, so he left the family here in the states and went there to work. He came home once in a while, then went back. He also did a stint in the Azore Islands.
When he started, the conditions were too rough to even consider bringing his family with him, but by the late 40s, they had built housing for the families who worked there, so he and my grandmother decided to move them down. The two youngest girls were still preteens, but my mom, the oldest, was already out of high school and into her first year of college so they gave her the choice of going with them or staying in the states.
 
I had quinoa and veggies for dinner.

BBQ sauce, bananas, ice cream...these things have no business on a pizza.

I don't know what y'all are talking about.

I'm having pizza with my sisters on Saturday, though.

I agree. BBQ sauce on pizza is an idea from the devil. It's evil.
I cook the meat separate from the pizza. Usually I'll cut up some peppers, tomatoes, herbs from the garden (sometime even Kale), toss some cheese (good stuff like Gouda and Blue) and cook the meat in a skillet on the BBQ. That way no grease.

Gary
I don't mind the idea of baking the pizza ON the BBQ, just to PUTTING BBQ sauce ON the pizza.
Don't care for Kale. I love me some Gouda or Bleu, or Feta or any other cheese...but not on my pizza. I'm very much a Pizza Traditionalist, I guess.

My youngest son worked at a local pizza place for a couple of years, one where you pick up the uncooked but prepared pizza then take it home and bake it.. I'll admit, he got me turned on to one that had an alfredo-type sauce, chicken, artichoke hearts, bacon and spinach. It's delicious, but what he doesn't know is that I only eat it because in my head, I don't call it pizza.
Traditionalist or OCD? Kale is great on pizza, just a little. I have a ton of herbs ... they get chopped up and mixed in with the pizza sauce. Sometimes no pizza sauce. When the artichokes are in season I use the hearts without sauce. My artichokes bloom about twice a year.
 
What were your Grandparents and family doing in South America?

My grandfather did a lot of construction work and some engineering, and in the late 30s, early 40s, he was fortunate enough to get in on some government contract work going on in various places in South America, primarily Panama and Colombia. It made really good money, so he left the family here in the states and went there to work. He came home once in a while, then went back. He also did a stint in the Azore Islands.
When he started, the conditions were too rough to even consider bringing his family with him, but by the late 40s, they had built housing for the families who worked there, so he and my grandmother decided to move them down. The two youngest girls were still preteens, but my mom, the oldest, was already out of high school and into her first year of college so they gave her the choice of going with them or staying in the states.
Very interesting. I would have like to have known your Grandfather.
 
But we still have another 100+ posts to go.

I guess we'll kick that thread's but tomorrow.
but ?
or butt ?
is that a monkey's but
or a monkey's butt ?
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(second time around is postwhoring.)
 

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