Top Minnesota Thanksgiving traditions infographic from Neighbors, Inc.
Every year I make at least one trip to the Minnesota State Fair to get a bucket or two of Sweet Martha’s Chocolate Chip Cookies. This video I shot last year doesn’t really do them justice but once you try them, you’ll understand why I love them so much. Found Sweet Martha’s Chocolate Chip Cookies from David Erickson.
Every Wednesday during the Summer a handful of local food trucks form a stationary convoy along Kellogg Boulevard in Downtown Saint Paul to feed the lunchtime crowd. Word of warning: Most of these trucks do not take plastic. Food Truck Court In Saint Paul Minnesota from David Erickson.
I had the Grilled Trout from 128 Cafe. It was absolutely delicious:
Here’s 128 Cafe’s food truck menu:
This is why I prefer Caribou Coffee over Starbucks: Chocolate-covered coffee beans!
I’d be all about this even if Punch Pizza were not a client of my employer, Tunhiem. My favorite pizza will be half off at the Stadium Village Punch Pizza location on Saturdays and Sundays through April. You’ll need to redeem this hilarious coupon to take advantage:
This week, we helped Punch launch their latest online initiative, PunchPizza.tv, so when you go, take your video camera with and tell your Punch story: Punch Pizza Wants Your Stories from Punch Pizza.
I just came across the Wake n’ Bacon, an alarm clock that wakes you not with sound but to the smell of bacon cooking. It’s a pretty ingenious invention but it also reminded me of one of my earliest memories.
Form me, the smell of bacon cooking will always be associated with comfort.
As a child, my family lived in Southeast Minneapolis. I remember a neighbor’s house burned down and shortly thereafter I had a nightmare about the place.
I dreamed that a friend of mine and his family were trapped within the burning house but they weren’t exactly my friend and his family. They were some monster-version of them, with big heads and oblong bodies. They were swinging on swings inside of the house as it burned.
And I could not save them.
I have absolutely no idea what, if anything, the imagery means but it was my first nightmare.
While it seems silly and ridiculous now, it was scary as hell then. But I awoke from it to the smell of bacon cooking from my mother making breakfast downstairs, and thus the smell of bacon reassured me that I was only dreaming.
Don’t tell me I don’t love America! Take THAT, France!