No sun, but still a Sunday!
No sun, but still a Sunday!
These shots are all from the North Pavilion side of Bob Woodruff Park. Here’s a location map. As I was driving home, a gorgeous grove by the South Pavilion called to me, but my to-do list was louder. Stay tuned for a separate post with photos.
Added 27 November 2016: Bob Woodruff Park, Plano – South Pavilion
Now that summer’s over—sob—what better way to remain in denial than by indulging in Ben and Jerry’s treats, all perfect pairings of dreamy dessert within and double entendre without.
A quick survey of the Kroger freezer returned this three-item sample.
In puns in the freezer section, I gushed over Ben and Jerry’s Cherry Garcia, Mission to Marzipan, and Karamel Sutra and signed off with the promise of additional data pints documenting the company’s other puntastic delights. It took me five years and change to make good on my promise, and some might even say I’m not doing anyone any flavors. But if your day just got a tad bit sweeter and the punny ice cream names made you smile, this data collection exercise was not entirely pintless.
One of my favorite places in DFW is La Villita in Irving. A lake glistens at its center, and the Trinity River flows less than a quarter mile to the east. You’ll see migratory Canada geese form giant Vs in the sky in the fall and again in the spring.
I lived in an apartment complex on the south side of the lake. Nature was very much a part of La Villita. Dozens of cedar waxwings chose the trees I could see from my balcony to sun themselves one spring morning. Another time, heavy rain brought an enormous number of egrets to the river nearby. I go back now and then to take in the calming effect of the lake and the Tuscan colors around it.
Then a short walk to Campion Trail to sit by the river under this grand, cooling, grounding tree (leftmost in pic below) after last month’s lunch appointment in Irving.
For most problems in life, I like to use my noodle. But sometimes, it takes another’s noodle—or noodles, to be precise—to soften a tough situation. Enter Master Wok. This family-owned Plano restaurant at the southeast corner of Plano Parkway and Jupiter Road cranks out consistently good Chinese. Among the best I’ve had.
I’ve tried the Vegetable Lo Mein (noodle-icious), Vegetables With Hunan Sauce (loaded with zucchini, broccoli, celery, carrots, water chestnuts, baby corn), and House Bean Curd (pictured). For just a bit more coin, I ordered extra broccoli and an egg roll to up the ooh-mph.
House Bean Curd! So damn delicious and deeply satisfying. What yin-yang technique gives the tofu its crisp exterior and pillowy interior? How is the broccoli bright green but the food blistering hot? How do the brocco trees soak up and hold just enough sauce to then rain salt and spice and other things nice on my taste buds?
I’m afraid I don’t have answers. I’m rich nevertheless. Just look at my good fortune:
Come wok with me.
Seriously seeking stir-fry? Or stuck in a bit of a soup? Get a roll with it, baby!
Post title inspired by this Steve Winwood hit
The Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge takes my breath away. Think I’m being hyperbolic about this parabolic wonder? Let’s pack a picnic and check it out. There’s plenty of parking a short walk from the bridge.
Let’s plonk on chairs, unwrap sandwiches, dive into potato chips.
April showers brought April flowers to Breckinridge Park in Richardson, one of my favorite places on the planet.
A few clicks from April 30th: