http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw Sat, 21 Jan 2012 04:40:39 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en ... that melt into Springs... These are a few of my favorite things. http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/20/silver-white-winters/ I've just started looking into Polish history because of a cookbook I received as a gift for Christmas.  I cam across this picture while looking up Boleslaus the Wrymouth on line.  I like the picture a lot, very colorful.  But the name, Boleslaus the Wrymouth, really intrigued me.  I can't ... http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/20/reception-of-jews-in-poland-1096/ Henry Karpinski always knew how to pull his sisters' strings http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/19/pulled/ Just joking. Those high curved rapiers wouldn't let you anyway. http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/17/dont-jump/ Kurt Warner examines an tyrannosaurus skull. I think this is from the New York Natural History Museum, from a series of black and white pics taken on that day. I like the chiaroscuro and the POV of it. http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/14/allosaurus/ I had been walking past this house for years before I noticed there was a mango tree growing out of it! http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/13/mango-house/ Poor me in this pic! I am crying because all the snow has melted and I can't play in it anymore. http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/11/where-did-all-the-snow-go/ My mom was always up for building a snowman, even in the scant snowfall we had in the mid-1970s.  This one is wearing a newspaper hat. http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/09/snowman/ As described in The Slice website, the Trenton tomato pie is "built as follows: dough, cheese, toppings, and then sauce." In other words, backwards. But I don't remember the pies I ate back then being built that way. Actually, I didn't even like tomato pies. Maybe that was why? I also ... http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/06/the-real-tomato-pie/ The elderly recluse never left her estate. Accompanied by her eldest man-child, faithful servants, and youthful heir, she wheeled herself around her vast gardens inspecting the water lilies. The ever-flowing Eye of the Citadel was the source of her vitality. But when the waters dried up, so did she. http://www.littlewhitekitten.net/kdw/2012/01/02/the-recluse/