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bunnyhugger had and enjoyed some Impossible meat hot dogs. Her parents heard about this and were curious so asked us to pick some up and we could have a grilling-and-chilling day Labor Day weekend. (They really wanted us there Labor Day itself, but we hoped to go to Michigan's Adventure that day.) We did our best, going to a couple different stores, and could find no trace of Impossible Hot Dogs in the state of Michigan. Possibly the Impossible Corporation thinks there's no interest; possibly bunnyhugger's brother is in a test market. (It happens. Lansing occasionally gets use as a test market.) What we could find were Impossible Bratwurst, which is roughly as good.
Also which is why as we were driving down to meet them --- and we had started ten or fifteen minutes late for reasons I forget but that were likely my own doing --- bunnyhugger gasped with the sudden question: did I remember the bratwurst? I did not. We remembered to bring Mice and Mystics (which we didn't end up playing) and a coffee mug that bunnyhugger had borrowed earlier but the bratwurst, defrosted in the fridge, escaped both our thoughts until we were halfway there. I was ready to drive back but bunnyhugger forged ahead, on her tiny phone, to establish that the Meijer's we passed before getting to her parents' home carried Impossible Bratwurst. And that would certainly be faster than going back home and coming all the way back down. It was closer than should have been, though. This Meijer's was arranged quite differently from any in the Lansing area so I didn't know where to go to find the vegetable-based meats. I asked one of the guys working the refrigerated-meat shelves and his best guesses were (a) the frozen foods section that didn't have any bratwurst and (b) ask this other guy who knows where everything is. Other guy didn't know, but went in back to check, eventually coming out with Italian sausages right after I'd spotted where the Impossible Bratwurst were.
Once we finally got there, at least, things went pretty well. It was a great day for hanging out outdoors letting the grill get to temperature, and her father made the bratwurst really, really well. Like, with a casing --- real casing! --- that was a bit hard and had to be chewed through. And bunnyhugger's brother called while we were visiting so she got an extra, always welcome, chat with him. Turns out besides his new house he's just bought a new (used) Prius and is going through the phase of being way too into maximizing gas mileage. (I didn't really go through that phase, probably because September 2021 was so unmitigatedly awful.) So that's fun.
The side effect was that we had to eat the already-defrosted bratwurst over the last week, before it spoiled, so we've had a lot of simulated casings lately. It's not been bad, just been a lot of that in short order.
Continuing with Christmas photographs: some more pictures of Roger and then of bunnyhugger's parents' town Christmas Day night.
This delivery of sweet food was a hit with our sweet-toothed bunny.
Also he liked eating most anything he could eat so he was ready to devote all his attention to this.
Now for a walk around town. Here's a nicely decorated home in the area.
Downtown lit up the main drag pretty well and the light rain, though not snow, made it look all cinematographer-prepped.
Angels leaping out from the sidewalk theater.
Reverse angle on the angels. And hey, oh yeah, remember how the Wonka movie last year brought a hurting nation together and gave us a shared experience we all delighted in? ... Yeah, I don't remember it at all either but Wikipedia says it made $632 million, which is like three times as much as even The Emoji Movie did so I guess that's nice for them?
Trivia: A 1725 Act of Parliament imposed a fine of £100 on any tea dealer or manufacturer who adulterated their tea leaves with ``any other drug or drugs whatsoever, or ... any leaves other than the leaves of tea''. In 1730 the fine was increased to £10 for every adulterated pound. In 1766 imprisonment was made a penalty. Source: Tea: Addiction, Exploitation, and Empire, Roy Moxham.
Currently Reading: Lost Popeye Zine Volume 43: The Cheerful Earful Club, Tom Sims, Bela Zaboly. Editor Stephanie Noelle. Yes, I finally got enough reading time done to see R 101 crash! The book was a pleasant and easy read, I just could not find time to sit with it in hand is all.
