Don and I stopped at the Potato Museum on our drive from Boise, Idaho to Bozeman, Montana. I posed with the potato and bought a potato to eat in the car. That was a messy idea. I made Don pull over at a rest stop.
The rest stop just happened to have spotlight on the lava formations that happen to make the Idaho soil perfect for growing potatoes! I wanted to eat my potato, at a table next to the lava... but it was too sunny. I ate in the shelter as the trucks rumbled by! Don waited patiently. He doesn't love potatoes.
My first solo-potato-eating-picnic!
Mom's Picnic List
In honor of my mother on the first Mother's Day since she has passed, I dedicate a new list... Mom's Picnic List!
Mom loved picnics and she raised her kids to appreciate the simple pleasures of food, family and friends in the great out of doors.
I will spend a year reflecting on as many past picnics as I can remember. But, I'll also
appreciate the here and now by creating new picnic experiences. My goal is to share at least 60 picnic memories, since that's how many years Mom was a mom!
Let the picnics begin!