My brilliant friend kittyklive and I made a trip the the farmer's market last Saturday during her brief visit to Madison. I sent her back up north to Wausau with a couple of farm-fresh treats. She just reported back on the pleasures of her watermelon radish: "I ate this with no seasoning or dressing at all--just straight up, crisp, slightly sweet and beety gorgeous magenta goodness. What bliss! I might have found my spirit vegetable." She explained that we see her dining in hat and zippered jacket because she's keeping her thermostat low, despite the snow falling outside.
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Do you mean "Wausau"?
Oops: yes. Sorry!
Wausau made me the man that I am.
living in Wausau makes me feel like a lumberjack--or maybe i just want to resemble the imposing and frankly sexy Wausau East High mascot
That mascot is something else. It's especially charming/sexy in it's 1960s version, as seen on my father's old high school letter jacket. Tre' butch.
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