We are thankful for so much these days. All you doors flying open. Thank you, gas station kid. And you, customers from Bozeman who came back to sit at the counter. I sure enjoyed our talk.
Thankful for the Market, where if you order lamb shanks on a Monday, to be had on Wednesday, more than likely those shanks were still walking around somewhere. They put your name in a little book and it's just another reason that my world is becoming evermore complete.
Put them in Oatis and onions and star anise for 4 hours on simmer. Thank you New Scandinavia.
Thank you projects. Thank you stress. It's all good. We'll get there.
Oh, and thank you guy who bought a Big Pink Bike brand new in 1986, found it was too big and hung it up until the saddle, bar tape, and tires rotted off of it. Thanks for sprucing it up and selling it to me so I can go a-touring next summer.
This is as I unloaded it from the car. Dia-Compe cantis, 27" wheels, and Biopace triple. Ya, basically useless in this condition, but I have big plans.
Ladies, this is Big Pink.
Ransom and Blenheims. If you have access to these two things, mix them together and crush half a lime over the top.
Something to be thankful for.