Son, Matt, is in Geneva, Switzerland, on business and sent this picture and others of yesterday's supper, Beef Flambe'

January 25, 2020 - Saturday morning

32 degrees/SNOW/calm winds

Pentoga Road

I honestly don't know how I'm going to move the latest snow that fell during the night. It's wet, heavy, and quite frankly, even if I could, there's little room to put it in its present, wet, sponge-like form. 

We were going to go to Green Bay today, but I think we'll put those plans on hold for a day or two. More snow and freezing rain are forecast and there's no reason we can't go tomorrow or Monday. Why risk our necks?

After Friday morning's walk, I tore into the red four wheeler and found that it's going to need a carburetor job. Once the gas was turned on, it flowed from the bottom of the carb onto the ground. Tapping on the bowl did no good. Swearing didn't either, but it made me feel better.

The fix is above my pay grade. I'll be taking the machine to the shop early this next week to be repaired.

I used Jambo's four wheeler to plow his and our drive. He's hired someone with a large truck and plow to come in and widen his long lane. If it gets any smaller, the only person that will be able to reach his camp is a skinny kid on a teeny two wheeled bicycle without training wheels.

 We met our friends, Cosmo and Mike in Iron Mountain Friday afternoon for a good Mexican meal. We really enjoy their company and conversation. Both are into gardening, ponds, landscaping, greenhouses, and other areas that interest Sargie and me.  They are also very active in their church and community. Just good guys.

Conversation was fast and furious as was our laughter and time went by all too quickly. I don't know why I didn't pull the camera out of my pocket and snap a picture or two. It didn't even occur to me. I think that's indicative of the good time we had. 

Matt sent the following video along with a few pictures. I'll be honest, I'm more than a little jealous of my two jet setting sons who are, right now, on opposite sides of the globe in different hemispheres. Matt's in Switzerland, Andy's in Australia. 

I wouldn't mind tasting a big ol' piece of that Beef Flambe' which loosely translated means, torched hunk 'a meat. 

Note: In the following video, pay attention how Matt whips a little French onto the server. I don't mean to brag, but I'm pretty certain he absorbed most of his worldliness from his father.

Hold on, I've got a professorial deep thought coming to me. It's how we retired professors work. Deep thoughts sometimes come pouring in when we least expect them.

Okay, stay with me on this.

There's a tin of Spam in the cupboard. Why not pry it from the can, place that hunk of gelled pork on a disposable pie tin, pour on a little alcohol and light it all on fire? 

Boom!

It's not easy being a deep thinker, but sometimes, those thoughts just come pouring out. 

Who needs to travel to Switzerland when we can enjoy Spam Flambe' right here on Pentoga Road.

Only one problem. Neither Sargie or I drink. There may be a can of year old beer in the refrigerator in the garage. I doubt that would torch the Spam.

It's back to the drawing board.

Okay, enough foolishness. I need to go for my walk then begin digging the trailer out of a large snowbank so I can eventually take the ATV to the mechanic's. I'm not sure I'm even going to try moving this current wet snow that has fallen. It would be tough on both man and machinery. 

I'll ponder it all as I go for my walk.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...