Go Figure...

That's my boy, out on the middle of a frozen lake in Plymouth, MN. There was a Scandinavian themed fish house (Medicine Lake Art Shanties), and people speaking Danish. You know, you can actually go to Danish camp in MN.

Concordia Language Villages.

I don't know why, but the other day the grunginess of my bath curtain caught my eye. All the sudden it was just unbearable, and I promptly got a new curtain, rod, and hangers. Ahhh.

Wait. Did you see the pink? That's right. I have a circa 1959 salmon pink bathroom (our main bathroom). I actually don't mind the color, plus the tile is in good shape. Its kind of fun to hear people's reactions when they first go in there. Of course, not all comments are good. Men in general, and especially my husband, tend to extremely dislike the pink. So what to do. Keep it retro, or overhaul the whole thing?

And this weekend we made one of the most comforting of comfort foods - roast chicken. We always use the recipe from America's Test Kitchen for a high roast chicken (you can watch it on You Tube). Making this in DK, we could never seem to get the potatoes to come out just right. It was probably caused by operator error - my oven had 8 or so options, but I only knew how to use one of them.

But this time, in my gigantoid american oven that spurts out a dry heat, the potatoes were spot on. And for the underskin butter/garlic/mustard marinade we used Coleman's mustard (my grocery store has suddenly started carrying popular British food items). That stuff has a kick as stong as wasabi. Num.