RAINY DAY, NOT MUCH DOING, BREAKFAST AT BARTLIFFS IN CLINTON

We woke up to a wet rainy morning so my day’s efforts were pretty much confined to inside the carport and sheds which was Okay because there are always lots of things to do in those places this time of year.

Kelly wanted to go to Clinton this morning to check out a few things in a couple of her favorite stores but didn’t like the idea of driving in the steady drizzling rain.   I saw it as an opportunity for a mess of bacon and eggs so seized the day. Probably been about 10 years or more since we last stopped into Clinton’s popular Bartliffs Bakery and Restaurant so this morning between a couple store stops that is exactly where we went.  Bartliffs great bacon and eggs breakfast was just as good as always and I was pleased to see they hadn’t jacked the prices through the roof and took short cuts with quality which  seems to be so often the case with things nowadays.  And of course the coffee was included in the price.  Did you hear that AMERICA…..I’ll repeat it…..’the coffee price was included in the breakfast price’.  And the toast was buttered!!!!  Picked up a couple excellent carrot muffins on our way out too.

COMING IN FOR A CRASH LANDING

THE HAZARDS OF LANDING ON STIFF WATER

We were home about noon and I really had convince myself to get back outside in the cold and damp and continue working away in one of sheds. 

Had a couple folks ask about the Morning Glory Muffin Pheebs and I picked up at Bayfield’s Charles Street Market Friday morning.  Here’s a recipe for making them.  Morning Glory Muffins

GROANER’S CORNER:(( Years ago someone in California hollered “Gold,” and people drove from all directions. That’s the way they still drive in California to this very day…….in all directions!!

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What do you call a cow with no legs? Ground beef.

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