Hi from a fellow Michigander. My eldest daughter and her hubby will soon be moving to Grand Rapids from way up here in Sault Ste. Marie. Glad to have you aboard. This is a great place. And I think we have a disproportionate number of members from Michigan, or who grew up in Michigan, proving that we should be the food capitol of the world.
We are a bit crazy, a bit genius, a bit foolish, and a whole lot of fun. And don't listen to those who might call me longwinded. Why once, my papa told me to be quiet. I didn't open my mouth for a week! I nearly starved to death. To get nourishment, I had to stick drinking straws up my nose and pull in soup. It was quite a trick to guide the liquid from my nasal passages into my esophagus. And let me tell you, those chunks of veggies and meat, they can give you a fit of sneezing like nothing else.
I was finally saved from a life devoid of solid foods by a kindly old lady who saw me pulling soup into my nose. She thought it was so ghastly that she kicked me hard in the shins. When I opened my young mouth to holler, she shoved a fork-full of fried brook trout in my mouth, which I happily chewed. That was when I broke my week long silence and said, "Can I have some more please?"
And if you believe that, you truly must live under the bridge.
Seeeeeeeya; Goodweed of the North
