keeping it in the family

The space above our fireplace was a blank slate for about a year and a half. Just a lonely hook over the mantle, waiting for a painting.

And then we found a painting that was worth waiting for — one that Ryan's grandfather painted years ago. He used to paint quite a lot, but doesn't do it much anymore (too bad for me, because I wanted to commission a few more). We think this one is of the South Carolina/Georgia coastline. It's nice to have a little reminder of warmer weather. And — we can dream — maybe one day we'll have a view like that.

leftover restaurant bread

It's free and pre-sliced. And if you don't take it home, they're just going to throw it away. Sounds like the perfect French Toast to me.

dis-is-it

Dis-is-what? Indiana's oldest bar (The Slippery Noodle Inn) and Indiana's oldest tradition (basketball).

According to Wikipedia, the Inn served as a stop on the Underground Railroad during the American Civil War. During prohibition it was called a restaurant, although beer was still being made in the basement, and later it housed a brothel until 1953.













Cool place. Bad food. But at least we had a Groupon. And then we walked over to the Pacers game, where they beat the Knicks 119-117. Made for a good Tuesday night, even if the fog was like pea soup.