Yesterday after getting out of bed, I tried to weigh as I do every day. However, low battery came on the screen instead. I flipped over the scales and saw the battery compartment was protected by an itty bitty screw. I knew I’d need to buy a small screwdriver. But first, I had to somehow drag myself through my 8:00 exercise class at the Bond Center, After much huffing, puffing, and gnashing of teeth, I survived and drove down to Stephenson Bank to make a deposit. When I drove up to the drive thru, I saw it was closed. There was a big sign on the window saying there’s now an e-teller window instead. I immediately knew this wasn’t good news for me and my struggles with technology. I pulled my car back around to the front, parked, and walked in to do it the old fashioned way. The real live person at the window was very pleasant and offered to show me how to use the e-teller window. I agreed, so we trudged outside to have a look. She explained everything and it doesn’t really look too difficult, but it’s one more change.
I made my deposit and whipped over to Dollar General to purchase a small screwdriver. The clerk directed me to an eyeglass kit. Excellent! Back home to fix my scales.
Once home I grabbed my scales and began the surgical procedure. I was surprised I had such a difficult time. Finally the screw started to turn. Then I remembered I needed a battery because, of course, I hadn’t thought to buy it at Dollar General. I decided I better get it before I remove the tiny battery in fear of losing it. Drove to Family Dollar for the needed product.
Home again and back to work. I found I couldn’t move that @#$%&*+ screw any more. I used one of my larger screwdriver to try to pry the screw out. I had a vision of a squirrel with a nut. The battery compartment is all dented up. End of the story? I’m buying a new scales.
I recently returned from Panama City Beach, Florida, where I had visited a friend in February. The weather was unseasonable warm for the Panhandle, but was definitely appreciated. We experienced some beautiful sunsets from the balcony of the condo. Just listening to the waves lapping on the beach when I went to bed was enough to make me leave my slider open a crack .
No writing was accomplished on this trip, but I was a faithful food tourist. I’ll soon be updating this blog with pictures of some of my favorite taste sensations. It was wonderful to eat fresh seafood in the middle of winter. As always, though, as enjoyable as it is to go away, I was delighted to return to my little corner of Northeast Wisconsin. I agree with Dorothy-there’s no place like home.
In January, a friend and I tried the Copper State Brewing Company in Green Bay. I had been there years before when it was Hinterland. I loved it then and hoped this new place would be good as well.
We were not disappointed. An appetizer of brussel sprouts was ordered. A huge platter arrived with sprouts, bacon, maple syrup, aged cheedda cheese, and hot sauce. We dug in with glee. We agreed this dish was worthy of a repeat performance another time.
My friend ordered the Pastrami Reuben and a side of beer mac and cheese. She said it was delightful. I can vouch for how scrumptious it looked.
I decided on the Truffle Shuffle Burger, an 8 oz. patty with black truffles, mushrooms, and demi-glace over arugula. My side was a small salad. I don’t eat beef as much as I used to, but this made me question how much I’ve been missing. What a blend of tastes! It melted in my mouth. The richness of the sandwich made me glad I’d ordered a salad rather than fries to go with it.
The building itself is quite interesting, too. Take a look around. They brew two beverages – both coffee and beer. We only tried the beer, but I’m sure the coffee is wonderful, too.
Next time you’re in Green Bay, please consider Copper State Brewing. I think you’ll like it.
I was in for a hot surprise last weekend while in Minnesota for my niece’s graduation. Preparing for bed the first night, I grabbed my travel tube of toothpaste from my toiletry bag and proceeded to brush my teeth. The taste startled me and soon my mouth was on fire. I spit the substance out and rinsed my mouth. I wondered what happened as this didn’t taste the same as last weekend when I was also traveling. I looked at the tube and saw Icy Hot. Good grief! Would Nell do something like this or is it classic Mary Grace?
Rustique in Suamico offers many choices for your dining experience. I have never been disappointed with any of the entrees I’ve ordered. Last week a friend and I lunched there again. I picked one of their daily specials printed on the huge chalkboard at the back of the dining room. It was an arugula and prosciutto pizza with goat cheese, topped with olive oil and lemon. This pie sounded different than any I’ve eaten before. And it was. The arugula was so fresh and all the ingredients blended perfectly. The dough is hand tossed in the open kitchen for our viewing pleasure and baked in a brick oven. Enjoying this pizza reminded me to get out of my comfort zone more often. I recommend Rustique to anyone looking for a delicious meal. True nosh!
I had a wonderful time at a delicious potluck at the Pilgrim Congregational Church in Green Bay on Tuesday. Afterwards I gave a short book talk about my writing journey and had a book signing. The ladies at the lunch made me feel right at home. What a fun group!
Standing next to me is Brittiany Koren, my publisher for my latest book, Death Nosh. She owns Written Dreams Publishing right in Green Bay. She also was the editor for my first two books. Many thanks to you, Brittiany.
When I was teaching, I had a poster I used to put on the wall. I don’t remember the exact phrasing, but something to the effect of “It’s better to have people want your signature than your fingerprints.” I agree with those words now more than ever.
Many thanks to Kristin and the great staff of the Oconto library for being so accommodating. We are blessed with a wonderful facility in town. Also thanks to those who purchased books or stopped in to chat when it was such a beautiful day outside.
I have been to The Cannery on several occasions to browse their market. Proudly on display are specialty foods, many I’ve heard of on cooking shows, but never seen. A large selection of cheese and meat is also offered. A deli is in the middle of the market with fresh salads and sandwiches. A lot of time slipped away from me as I read labels, and tried some of their samples. This market spotlights wholesome, simple food, raised by local farmers.
A couple of weeks ago, I ate lunch there for the first, but not the last, time. A friend had recommended it and asked me to go with her to see what I thought. I was thrilled to accompany her.
I ordered the black and blue burger which boasted Wisconsin Black River blue cheese, pecan smoked bacon, portabella mushrooms with an A-1 aioli sauce on a homemade bun with Cannery hand cut fries. Most yummy. I wouldn’t hesitate to order it again. My friend chose the blackened salmon. It came with fingerling coins sautéed in garlic and shallots, finished with a lemon and champagne caper sauce. She said it was excellent.
My friend also ordered a scallop appetizer which she shared with me. It was small, two scallops, but a joy to the taste buds. The beautiful presentation was a delight. The delicately cut vegetables, spicy sauce, and crispiness on the top of the scallop made me realize once again that quality overpowers quantity.
I suggest you take a walk through The Cannery and enjoy all that it offers. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.
Recently I attended a reader and author fair at Brown County Central Library in Green Bay. There were many speakers and presentations including the Tall Poppy Writers. They gave an interesting talk about The Girl Effect. The Reader’s Loft in Green Bay was represented as were many authors and publishers. Those attending could choose from a wide array of books.
Hundreds of crime/mystery writers swamped Green Bay August 11-14 for the eighth annual Writers’ Police Academy. They came from all over the United States and other countries. One author came from Bangkok. I almost feel guilty that I only had to drive thirty miles. Almost.
On Friday morning, the Eagle III rescue helicopter appeared to transport the injured from an accident simulation. We were able to see how EMS react to a deadly collision. We viewed a “deceased” person on the hood of a car and live bodies pulled out after the jaws of life was employed.
On Saturday morning as we were in the lecture hall for announcements, we heard someone screaming for assistance. He had been stabbed and soon other people were also attacked. We were in the middle of a simulated mass assault. Luckily there was a rescue after police were called. They came in with guns and had us keep our hands locked on our heads for what seemed like a long time. They needed to make sure the perpetrator was not posing as one of us. Even though I knew it wasn’t real, my heart pounded harder and it was interesting to understand what is done in that situation.
The entire conference was a learning experience as I attended many sessions, but there wasn’t enough time to do all that I would have liked. Maybe next year? I bet they’ll have new classes that I’ll want to attend, so I’ll probably never get to them all. Not a bad problem to have.
After all of the stress and excitement, I took a break at the casino in the Radisson before the banquet Saturday night. The keynote speaker was author Tami Hoag. She was entertaining and I laughed out loud at her stories.
What a wonderful experience at Writers’ Police Academy 2016!