The aroma of fresh tortillas

After my Thursday Teacher Tom stint, I sometimes pick up a still-warm pack of 36 corn tortillas (shown here, today, between a bowl of corn flour and a millstone) for $4 from a nearby tortilleria. They do magic with just three ingredients: corn, water, and lime. Back home, with the aroma of fresh tortillas wafting out of my daypack, I froze them in groups of six, separated by parchment paper.

Authentic flavors at La Madre

Early dinner with friends at La Madre, a recently opened Mexican restaurant in our neighborhood. The food is authentic and delicious, including my Puerco en Adobo (shredded pork butt, corn, bacon, shallot, heavy cream, radish, lime, cilantro, pickled red onion). Yum!

Cycling Hastings and beyond

After an overnight stay at The Confluence Hotel, a friend who used to live in Hastings joined our bicycle adventure. We watched the water rush past a mill in Hastings before crossing the Mississippi and cycling down to Prescott, Wisconsin, to the confluence of the St. Croix and the Mississippi. Back in Hastings, we loaded our bikes into our friend’s truck and drove back to Minneapolis.

Hiking the Rob Roy Way

Next year, we’re joining two friends in the UK to hike the Rob Roy Way in Scotland. We’re thankful we can still manage a long-distance trail, even if it means more hotels (I booked nine today) due to shorter daily sections as we get older.

Two in a crowd

Cycled over to Loring Park to join the hundreds of thousands of people celebrating Pride this weekend.

No book bans here

At Franklin Library this morning, I sat with an adult learner near this Pride Month book display. On August 1, a new state law takes effect, prohibiting public, university, and public/charter school libraries from removing materials based on their content or opinions.

Summer school lessons in perseverance

Worked through English Language Learning materials with an adult learner who had missed yesterday’s class. I’m always impressed by the dedication and focus of adult learners, even when they’ve been working overnight and have family responsibilities.

Distant view of a piece of statement art: once seen, it cannot be unseen

With rain set in for the day, today’s walk was two blocks to Open Book. After an Americano and donut at FRGMNT, I explored an exhibition by an artist collective that has a workshop in the building. One piece, “Fermented Femme Underwear,” hanging by a chain from the ceiling, was probably not something you’d want to see while eating. Here’s a general shot with “it” in the distance.