Barking up the wrong tree
Tuesday July 22nd 2014, 7:30 pm
Filed under: Family,Food,Life,Music

Michelle told us she’s been baking ganache-filled cupcakes, and I can just picture the chocolate being folded into the flour mixture. Sing it with me: While my Guittard gently wheats…

George Harrison died not in London as I would have thought but in Los Angeles thirteen years ago, and it turns out a pine tree was planted in a park there in his name.

We’ve had drought across California, we’ve had heat, and in the end the city was sorry to have to notify Harrison’s widow as they took it down that it was gone, promising to plant a new tree to replace it.

It had been done in by the beetles.


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Oh, those bark beetles, and oh, the drought. I had just printed out the current California drought monitor today at work – we are hoping to figure out how our company might play some small role in helping with the watershed health of California, among other places.

Comment by twinsetellen 07.22.14 @ 8:48 pm

If, per chance, there was a cupcake too many, I’ld offer to eat it. šŸ™‚

You are so witty!!!

Comment by Suzanne from Montreal 07.22.14 @ 9:28 pm

I had heard about the tree from a knitting friend last night. Couldn’t help but snicker about the beetles.

Comment by Jody 07.23.14 @ 5:15 am

the ultimate irony that! (and I loved the twist on the Harrison lyric — Guittard indeed!)

Comment by Bev 07.23.14 @ 9:38 am

Ironic puns, interesting facts.

Comment by Channon 07.23.14 @ 4:58 pm



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