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.
Do you mean "Wausau"?
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ReplyDeleteWausau made me the man that I am.
ReplyDeleteliving in Wausau makes me feel like a lumberjack--or maybe i just want to resemble the imposing and frankly sexy Wausau East High mascot
ReplyDeleteThat 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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