The Orange Pan

I recently went through a box of my MIL's pictures which had sat in my garage for 10 years. Oops. Anyway, I found this gem of a Thanksgiving picture. It's taken between 1988 and 1990, as in 1991 we remodeled the funky kitchen.

Handy is carving the turkey and placing it into his beloved Orange Pan. My flea-market-scrounging uncle gave the pan to us soon after we were married. It has always been Handy's pan.

We can't ever have a barbecue without using The Orange Pan.  When we gave Frank a propane grill as a housewarming present, we knew we had to give him an orange pan too.  I found one on eBay! (I actually found 2 - Ernest will be getting one for Christmas.)

So the saga of The Orange Pan will continue.

Signs of Fall 2023

I ran into The Batmobile today! There was a school field trip walking around and many students wore Batman capes. I did not go Edna Mode on them. They were short capes, traveling capes, I used to tell my mini superhero children. 

We split a cord of wood with Frank, who has moved 2 blocks away into his grandmother’s house. He’s looking forward to fires this winter. We hadn’t had any fires for a few years due to misbehaving kittens. They still parkour across the woodstove, but the big fireplace seems to be off their route  

I have very few flowers these days.  This is a volunteer, loved by hummingbirds.

Dessert season. Our 40th anniversary and Frank’s birthday