100 Years on Irving Ave.

Last night Brooke and I headed over to the Irving Inquisition's house, which is about twelve blocks from our abode. We helped celebrate Eric's century old gem the only way you can: adult pinatas, booze and good conversation.

It was strange meeting members of the North Minneapolis blogosphere: Irving himself, The Deets, the Hawthorne Hawkman and even the seemingly elusive Hillside Chronicles (not to mention Councilman Don Samuels). It was weird, but it was a wonderful time. Met so many great people and got to hangout with the always wonderful Connie, the best buyer's agent you can ask for. Now to the night's highlights:

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Yardwork, Ikea and Pumpkins

My new parents-in-law got us a dehydrator for the wedding. Knowing we were going to be cleaning up the garden and going to farmer's market, we took a gander at our millionth kitchen device during breakfast. Scott added granola to his oatmeal. The oatmeal was rather bland, just the way Brooke likes it. Scott was actually cleaning up so I had to take a quick photo of him as proof. Scott told me he was, "putting a blanket down for Peanut," while singing. During the winter months peanut needs a warm place to peer through the window. Seeing as it was nearly November, I setup his blanket for him. Seeing as the farmers market season is dwindling down, we headed to the market...once again. The close proximity to the cities central farmer's market has to be one of the best assets of living in NoMi. We were both amazed by the bounty of produce still on sale. We quickly filled up our first bag and took it back to the car....

A Fall Farmers Market Visit

I prefer the local King Field Farmers Market or the bougie Mill City Farmers Market, but we decided to stop by the OG Minneapolis Farmers Market. Early October is peak farmers market season here in Minnesota. Scott claims the Kingfield Farmers Market has the same stuff but I don't believe it. There's just the same stuff 5 times over at the Minneapolis Farmers Market. I'll admit this place is pretty great despite being in the armpit of a freeway.

Honeymoon: Duluth, Minnesota is Not Flooded. Long Live Long-Pong.

When the waitress asked for Blake's ID and he told her he was underage we were kicked out of the Thirsty Pagan. To not miss out on our favorite pizza and beer (and we had a coupon to use up) we ordered food to go. While waiting for our food we walked around the great, but sad city of Superior, Wisc. Heading directly out the door and towards the industrial waterfront this Charlie Brown block was plopped amongst the former industry.

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