Good gawdddd...this has turned into a love fest. Potatoes ...Potaatoes. I call them fawns here in vermont. The moose are calves, the bears are cubs and the yotes are called dead by those who hunt them. Pouring rain here today, stiff north wind and only 42 degrees and won't change for the better so I am not going fishing. You can have your bourbon I am a beer drinker with a summer choice of gin and tonics when I run out of beer.

Pancakes are flap jacks at my house and waffles are for sissies.