Taking lots of little baby steps ....

.... so I can get back to blogging.

Life suddenly got very busy.

In the meantime,
I'm needing some more photos
from people other than Van't Hofs!

I'm thinking:
Vermeers
Hofmans
Hoogstrates
the other Hofmans
and various "covenant spawn"
as my brother would say.

The older, the better.

Have your kids show you how to do it.

Aunt Jemima Pancakes ....

.... without her syrup

is like the spring
without the fall.

There's only
one thing worse
in the universe,
And that's
no Aunt Jemima's
at all!

Alrighty then....
That's just about enough of that.
And what,
you may ask,
does this homily have to do with BSL?

Are we supposed to sit around a campfire and
sing it to the tune of
KUMBAYA?

Are we supposed to have a
pancake eating contest on Sundays
when we can't go swimming?

No no no.
Quite simply, on a more culinary level
it put me in mind of this:


That's right, Nibblemix,
or in certain pockets of linguistic corruption,
Chex Mix.

When we go to Big Star Lake
and get all in that Blue Horizony kinda mood,
we find it's impossible to be done
without ample amounts
of Nibblemix.

(I'm capitalizing this appetizer because it's almost
a sacred thing in our family.
If we had an Ark of the Covenant
in our Holy of Holies
Nibblemix would be in it.)


There is a certain person in our family
who is in charge of making
all the Nibblemix
and she doesn't mess around.

Notice the half menorah in the picture.
Instead of the traditional 8 candles
we use only 4 on the Nibblemix Altar
because that's about how many days it takes
to convert all these boxes of cereal
into Nibblemix.

If you want to be an honorary Hofman
please leave behind your frankincense and myrrh.
Just bring us Nibblemix and preferrably made
with NO nuts, hardly any wheat chex,
very few cheerios, and lots of corn chex.