Super 8 Fernley
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Yesterday, I mentioned how comfortable I was being in a familiar place. So comfortable in fact, that I woke up knowing a sad fact: I had to move on. It's hard to leave Bend, but at least I can take solace knowing I will be back soon! As I was getting ready this morning, thinking about where to go next, I decided to take a chance. My brother and Dad are on the mainland for the weekend, so off to Vegas I go! I texted everyone, got some lunch with Levi and ...
- I woke up at 8am
- i went to eat at a diner for breakfast
- Went to the gas station and got gas
- Left at around 11am
- i started driving and got there at around 2pm
- For the rest of the time in Fernley i went to a couple stores to shop
- After went to taco bell-5$
- Then went to sleep in my car at around 10pm
After a quick Belgium waffle and a chat with some folks from WI (Cheese Heads) who were elk hunting in WY. Hunter said this was the 1st year in 13 years that he didn't get an elk. Hunter: "12 out of 13 isn’t bad." Nice folks (surprised the hunter’s wife was wearing tie dye pants … reminded me of Santa Cruz!). Remembered this AM that an old guy (75 years old?) in a red truck pulled in last night and walked in with his hunting ...
... taught her the blue cheese recipe. When I got older and liked blue cheese dressing, I would say “Oh that is so good!” and so every time I went she’d make it. She only did it for salad when I was there. You have to have the Worcestershire sauce and you do that to where you have ...
... make them but left the brining step out and just not make sauerkraut out of the cabbage, just make them, and they’re good that way too. I liked them even as a kid. There are so many different recipes because all of the European countries had their own version of cabbage rolls. My dad cooked a lot. I’m not sure this why this recipe sticks out from all the other recipes from my childhood. We used to have it every Christmas Eve; it wasn’t something ...