I am CuTRis

Today we toured the Wabasha Street Caves in St. Paul. Our tour guide Ryan, was funny and informative.

Here is Winnie the Pooh, dressed for his virtual meeting at work...

I just got an email from my contact at the Minnesota Valley National Wildlife Refuge, where I have been known to volunteer as a (volunteer) park ranger. They are preparing for a government shutdown and closing the Refuge if that happens. The wildlife is busy packing up in case they have to leave.

This was half a turkey that I found at my local Cub grocery store. I cut it into four pieces and cooked it for 2 hours at 350° F. Then I added the vegetables and cooked it for another hour. Then I let it rest for a little while and when everybody was home and ready for dinner, they were pretty excited about how good this tasted.

This time I finished them with pizza sauce and shredded mozzarella.

I can remember when my wife told me she didn't like pork. Then I gave her one of my charcoal grilled pork chops with the bone in. She told me that it was one of the best things she had ever tasted! She wanted to know what it was. I told her that it was pork! Because if you are Hmong, pork at a Hmong celebration is boiled in a big cauldron and has big gobs of fat attached to a tiny little bit of meat. It in no way represents what a pork chop grilled well done over charcoal is...

Something I like to do, is find that about to expire chicken on sale at the grocery store, and take it home and put in on the grill so it turns into dinner.

The peppers are ready!

We are on land (unless you are on a boat or an airplane). It is the same land people lived on before we were born. It's the same land other people will live on after we die.