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We actually use this Golden Wheat plate. I dug the tumbler out of the hall closet where we still have several unopened boxes of Golden Wheat stuff.
This was also in the hall closet. I think my Aunty Mabel had one of these back in the 50's. She was a great picture taker at all of the family gatherings.
Look at this flash bulb. Isn't it neat? Do you think that's all filament material in there? It looks like a one-time-use kind of thing.
I bought the kerosene lantern from the swap meet a long time ago. We never really used it. I liked the red color. Wendell did use the other lanterns. He said you need "white gas" for them.
This is tucked away in a dark corner of a room that used to be our garage. Wendell called it a "furnace". He said it's used to melt lead . . . which reminds me of a story . . .


Geri brought two salads . . . this one she said she just made up. It had mandarin oranges, won tun chips, fried tofu and feta cheese.
Here's her wilted spinach salad with bacon bits, mushroom, eggs and walnuts.
Wendell's famous baked spaghetti. Soooo funny, my nephew Jason made sure to personally hand carry some of the leftovers home.
I put this together: calamari, shrimp, octopus, olives, tomatoes, onions and Paul Newman Italian dressing.
Sweetie brought the garlic bread . . .
Didi made eggplant parmesan . . .
and this Mediterranean dish that had eggplant, lamb, pine nuts, cumin and I think she said cinnamon.
Not really Italian but ono just the same, Teren helped me make these Kauai-style Goteborg sausage musubis. Thanks to Kat from Our Adventures in Japan for first turning me on to this ono dish. It was a hit!




























This one has magnets though. I'm leery about magnets around your brain . . . try check out Wayne and Nelson who work in our MRI department . . . nah, nah, nah . . . joke!

You can either make your own burgers or order them from the menu. We each made our own.
I attended first grade at Likelike Elementary School. My teacher was Mrs. Kimura. She was so nice and kind. I really liked her. Well, one day one of my classmates brought in a bivalve shell to show-and-tell. It might've been just a clam shell. I don't remember exactly, but I do remember that he was very proud of it. After he talked about it, he placed it on a display table for all to look at. I was shy and timid (like I still am today), so I waited a bit before actually going up to the table, although I was VERY curious (like I still am today). When almost everyone else had had their look, I approached the table and picked up the shell. To my horror, it broke in two! I swear I barely touched it. I then quietly put it back on the table and walked away. I felt horrible, and it was even worse waiting for the broken pieces to be discovered.
I never knew the name of it, but a couple of people at work called it "jang". Online I found that it's spelled "zongzi".
I thought this hummus was good, but Brandee with her expert going-to-culinary-school palate said that it was, "Junk". It was $5.25. Heyyyyyyy, I just realized something . . . I gave it to her to try and I never got it back. What'sUpWithThat, Bran????