It wasn’t summertime, but last night’s Woofstock Gala was a love-in.
Food. Flowers. Music. Auctions.
And adoptable puppies brought to each table – their sweet faces illuminated by candlelight.
Who needed Crystal Blue Persuasion? ARC's fundraiser was a success.
A great night for one reason. People in motion, people in motion.*
*Lyrics from "San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair)" for those of you who are 60s-challenged.
If you Google 2010 Valentine’s Day promotions, you’ll see more sweetheart deals than you'll ever get from your real soulmate.
Whataburger is having some kind of “I Love Patty Melt” night (if Patty isn’t the name of your beloved, too bad).
Old Takoma Ace Hardware is advertising that “Nothing says love more than an organized closet.”
But of course. How could one forget?
And Fox Rent A Car is “giving away three rental cars free of charge” if you describe in 50 words or less how you "would use" one of its cars to make this Valentine’s Day the best experience ever for you and your partner.
But you have to post your whoopee on their blog.
Where everyone can read it.
Harlequin Cat flew into the Fort Worth Stock Show and Rodeo just in time to see a mess of hot Tornado Taters blow across the kitchen and slide down the cafe counter. For a second I thought they would meet the fate of Aunty Em’s farmhouse, but that’s what hot grease is for -- to keep everything glued together.
Shivering customers weren’t buying fries. They were buying delicately sliced Tornado Taters – hot crispy tubers that took the edge off a cold North Texas day. (Hold on; I'll get to the coconuts in a minute.)
Don’t ask me why, but food marketed as atmospheric phenomena always seems to taste better. Some menu items I’ve spotted on my astral flights:
Dairy Queen Blizzard
Pat O’Brien’s Hurricane
Stormy Day Bean Soup
Avalanche Bark
Outback’s Chocolate Thunder From Down Under
Volcanic Agave Nectar
Cucumber Mint Monsoon (my personal favorite)
Which reminds me of a trip I made a couple of years ago. I craved a funnel cake in the worst way and decided to fly up to Pennsylvania to find the perfect one. Lucky for me, a county fair was selling them with a scoop of coconut sorbet and candied coconut sprinkled on top.
The sign said “Funnel Cakes.”
I left a tip and a note in the jar suggesting a new name.
When I came back the next year, they had a new sign.
And a longer line.
The Coconut Funnel Clouds were selling like hotcakes.
