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About me

People ask me about the name of my blog and the Radish part.  I used radishes because they are visual attractive, round and red. And when old, they are old a little caustic and biting.   Sometimes that is me. 

 I live on Puget Sound, in Washington with my husband.   My subject matter is always in flux.  I go through different crazes and my blog goes with me.  I enjoy food, photography, I love my family, and I am creative always.  I write about life.    


September 23, 2014/ Rainforest

This last weekend we drove the Olympic Peninsula and dinned at the Lake Quinalt Lodge which is a National Park Lodge.  We have stayed there once before on our anniversary and it was a true delight.  I raved about the dinner for two years. The Lodge reminds me of going to the Grand Canyon Lodge when I was five during the war.  I think this is why I am so taken with this particular Lodge.  

Although I have seen many large trees in Redwood Country, we went to see this very large cedar.  It's old root system was beautiful.   


September 18, 2014

Buck's is a place that I have enjoyed photographing.  The food is very good, they have older waitresses who have worked for years and are glad to see you show up.  I love a place where the staff does not change over a lot, and they comment on your purse or your current hair style.   This place has had four huge elk head hanging on the walls.  One was gone this last Saturday and replaced by some fish carving.  It had fallen when being cleaned and smattered on the floor.  But I also loved the total ambiance which reminded me of the old rugged northwest and earlier San Francisco with the wall paneling.  I was once here following a huge snow storm.  It seemed like a place to be tucked in. It might have been Christmas Eve.  One waitress and us.  

Buck's is being turned over to a young half owner.  The young man has cooked there for a while and Buck has bought himself a yacht.  I was glad to have been there Saturday because the future is unknown.  Even the waitresses have to apply for a new job there.  All the decor is likely changing.  Goodbye elk head.  This was a restaurant to be treasured; but the old order changeth.   I still have time to get a slice of mile high peanut butter pie.  


September 16, 2014/ Camino de Santiago


My daughter Mary-Katherine has finished the fourth day of her Pilgrimage of Camano de Santiago from Leon, Spain.  In Santiago there is a church which is said to have the remains of St. James.  There are more than one route to Santiago and the church.  She is with a friend from Brazil and they have two couples from New York and New Jersey.  They are Jewish.  One couple is advanced walkers and the other couple hang around my daughter and her friend, and Maria says that they are having great conversations.  I guess that it would be okay to go on a Christian Pilgrimage for the walk.  

I facetimed with my daughter this afternoon.  The Internet is mixed at best, but I could see that she looked good, and I have no need to worry.  They are on the princess tour which means that they have nice beds at night and showers.  A lot of people camp. She is having terrible blisters on her feet which she has to take care of at night.  The blisters are painful, but aside from that she is okay.  She says that of yet she has had no epiphany, but I think maybe you might have to walk more than five days for that. 


September 15, 2014

Yesterday my daughter had a tailgate party at home for the Seattle Seahawks.  It was a terrible outing for the Seahawks.  But it was a lovely party.  Seven kids, one never showed up staying on line with his game, one girl at the in-between age of seventh grade, and the rest boys boys between high school freshman and second grade.  Their opinion were loud and self assured.   The knew more about the game than their fathers or Mr. Radish.  They were Monday morning quarterbacks right after the play.  But they were fun and my daughter threw Skittles at the boys when Marshawn Lynch made a touchdown.

Here is a boys quiet moment before school.  . I felt it should be recorded.  I am sorry their mother missed it.  She had left for work.  Such is modern times.   


September 12, 2014

Some Kitchen Wisdom thoughts.  

Ray Rice has been on the headlines for at least a week.  So I have had the benefit of listening to a lot of pundits talk on this subject.  He is the man who threw a power punch to his fiance in an elevator.  He played football for the Baltimore Ravens, and has now let go from his  job.  And apparently is not allowed in the National football league, ever.

I am pretty sure that my father physically abuse my mother.  And I did not like that. 

I do not know if punch throwers can be rehabilitated or if that is a lost cause.  I choose to think that they can.  I do think that anger management is possible in a lot of cases.  I do not think Mr. Rice should have been removed from American football forever.  After all, even hard criminals get off all the time for good behavior.  


Here is the thing.  I once reported or knew of a reported child abuse situation, and the father suspected it was me who had done the reporting.  What happened then was the child was never again allowed  to come to our house, which was her safe place in the neighborhood.  So had the reporter done the child any good at all.  I think not.  I am wondering about all these women and how they are abused, but the father is paying the rent, how is her life going to be better if he has no job, and he is not rehabilitated.