I remember learning tricks to keep my eyes from watering (crying) while peeling onions. Mom said holding the onion underwater while peeling would help, and holding a wooden toothpick between my teeth while I was cutting, that would help too.
Funny thing though. I’ve peeled, sliced, and diced a lot of onions over the years, and I totally forgot about how to keep from crying. So I have a question. In the last few decades, has anyone cried while peeling onions? Is that still a thing?
(Well, maybe I’ve cried lately after dicing a jalapeno then rubbing my eye.)
Our lucky day! (Becky was born on a Friday the 13th.)
The weather got a little cold last night. 45 degrees.
It was even cold for the dogs. Henry slept on Judy’s feet, like every other night. Jesse weaseled her way into Judy’s bag and got to sleep curled up next to her! We’ve got 40 degree sleeping bags, but maybe that’s a rating for survival, not comfort. These bags are only comfortable down to 50 degrees. Next time we’ll take the 0 degree bags.
Otherwise, great weather continues.
Yaupon berries
Wigeons in the middle.
Shovelers in the front.
Red-breasted merganser.
We broke camp this morning at a leisurely pace. That means we just made the check-out time of noon. We enjoyed our morning coffee and wordle routine. We couldn’t figure out how to get our coffee just right when we’re camping without the electric teapot, coffee beans, grinder, and aeropress, so we just packed it all and have the coffee just like we like it. 🙂 Hung around the park a little longer. Spotted a white-throated sparrow (no photo). That’s a good score. Heard a clapper rail in the marsh. Found a blue-headed vireo at the rest stop on the way south.
Now we’re home and unpacked, gear all put away, ready for the next trip.
