Winter Poem by Anonymous
It’s winter in Wisconsin & the gentle breezes blow,
seventy miles an hour at 35 below.
Oh, how I love Wisconsin, where the snow’s up to your butt,
& you take a breath of winter & your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful so I guess I’ll hang around.
I could never leave Wisconsin cuz I’m frozen to the ground.
Winter Haiku by George Trudeau
Old Man Winter knocks,
etching icy window ferns.
Tropical dream blooms.
Speaking of left overs…
My mom used to take left over glazed donuts, slice them like a bagel, butter them, and then toast them in the oven.
Man it was good! But I just had a mild heart attack thinking about it.
My colleague has espoused the sugary goodness of the apple fritter from Mel-O-Glaze. I’m sure it’s good. But is it the best treat in town?
I say go North!..six blocks to A Baker’s Wife. Located at the corner of 28th Ave and 42nd St. If you don’t melt at the smell of Gary’s fresh lovingly prepared pastries perfuming out the door, you’ll make it your next obstacle–choosing which one to try! If it’s your first start with the pear tart. At first its size will intimidate you. But you’ll soon learn that the best way to eat it, is to share. That way you can pick out more treats to try and split them.
Mmmmm…the light flaky pastry makes a nest for half of a pear swimming in custard. It is simply the best Father’s Day gift you can get for under $2.00.