Bountiful Baskets

Have you ever heard of Bountiful Baskets? If you have and you know all about it then you  have my permission to ignore me…well, wait, not entirely…but go check out the Crafting Tutorials or something.

 

But if, like me, you are new to the idea of a food co-op then you may just want to check this out.

Here’s how it goes. You go to the Bountiful Baskets website and scope it out, click around and read the rules.

Next you follow the directions for signing up for the baskets at your location.

Then, on Monday evening at about 8 o’clock–times may vary in your area–you log in to the site…

and order a basket and whatever else you want that they are offering that week–and pay right there online.

The basic basket is $15 and is 50% fruit and 50% vegetables—totally random stuff, differing from week to week.  This week’s also included celery, lettuce and broccoli–but they were already put away–so no picture.

The items you can order separately could be tortillas, 9 grain bread or chewy granola–to name a few.

Then the following Saturday you show up at the prearranged site—with your own empty box or basket and pick up your loot. It’s very cool and kind of exciting to see what will be in the basket each week.

I do, however, have a word or two of warning.

Do not, under any circumstances, push the “ORDER” button more than once–not even if it says the server is down and come back later. Don’t think that you’ll just push the “ORDER” button, oh, say FOUR times because it doesn’t seem to be moving fast enough, or because you want to make sure that it is really, truly working.

Just don’t do it, or you–my friend–could end up with a bigger busload of  fruit and vegetables than even Farmer MacGreggor would know what to do with. And then, you’ll have to figure out how to eat it all…fast.

Don’t bother asking me how I know this…

that would be humiliating.

But if anybody needs a fruit salad–
I’m your girl.

A Child Left To Himself…

…putteth his mother to shame.”

Isn’t that a bible verse or something? If it isn’t, it should be.

So, here’s the story—

We grown-ups were minding our own business, having a discussion of some sort in the office when we heard an unusual amount of giggling coming from the kitchen—always a dangerous sign with a three year old loose in the house. We came around the corner to find, to our surprise,  that a 25lb. bag of flour can, indeed be ripped in half by a determined kid with a fork. Pretty sure he thought there was a prize inside.

He was wrong…

dang cute…

but wrong.

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New Kids In Town

I’d like you to meet a few new friends that have just recently moved in at our place.

First we have Miss Yin Yang…

then Brave Running Water…

and Miss Hula Lula.

Then we have Miss Dutchy Dikewater…

and Jose’ Noway.

All of these little finger babies came to play with us from Wee Knit–one of our favorite places.  Oh, we love these sweet things so we gave them their own apartment in an Altoids box. They are sooo happy–and we are sooo happy. You might just need to have some come live with you–then you’ll be happy too!

Group hug…

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Carhenge!!

Since this day was waaaay too big to take in one piece,

I give you…

Road Trip–Day 2B!

From Chimney Rock we packed our cute little selves up again and headed to our true destination. But first we still had to pass…

more corn fields…

and a million more trains. No, I’m not kidding.

These people are absolutely crazy about trains.

They LOVE them…

They want to MARRY them.

And if you’ve ever wondered where those sunflower seeds you eat actually come from…

ask us. We know.


At last, at last we see the sign that we’ve been searching all this time for!

Yes, my darlings here it is in all it’s glory!

CARHENGE!! In Alliance, Nebraska–some guy planted tons and tons of dead cars and wired them into the same configurations…

as Stonehenge…you know…the one in England…built by the Druids a million years ago.

Jillian is the only one of us who has actually seen the real thing…in real life. Even she was impressed.

The shorter folks were just thrilled to be turned loose in a big field and told to run.

What do you think? Crazy, huh?

Lyndi has wanted to go here since she was a pup. I guess all she had to do was marry a guy who was a good enough sport to actually take her there.

Some of the stacks looked precarious enough that they looked like they’d fall on our heads and squish us dead. But in reality–a place I don’t visit often–the cars are all carefully wired together.

I probably wouldn’t stand next to them in an earthquake, but they felt pretty solid to me.

Then there was a spooky old dinosaur made from spare parts. Ooooh looky. Dane’s sooo afraid.

Not me. I bring my own dinosaur with me wherever I go.

Ha! Go bald kid.

It was cool and amazing to look at and we never saw any Druids…

well, except this one.

 

 

Oh, and BTW– we did end up with a winner in the “Destination Quiz.”

jenna said:

carhenge!
my friend just told me about it from her last trip to omaha!

I’ll be sending you a marrrrvelous mug from Carhenge. Way to go!!