The First Annual J-Whacky Food Fest

Many thanks to NotThat for noticing a geographical error in yesterday's post, which has been duly corrected. Like our local newspaper, the SF Comical, cutbacks in the once-proud Plotnik editorial staff have limited our capacity to check all geographical references for accuracy. But Nascar still rhymes with Madagascar, doesn't it?





Meanwhile, those chickens and roast potatoes at the inaugural of the Annual J-Whacky Food Fest were delicious and The Great Plotnik, as always, ate 'way too much. Brother J-Zim brought his portable snare top and brushes, and GP brought his guitar, but they never left their cases as the food was 'way too good and the conversation far too depressing.

Politics sucks and so does American health care. Period.



What is terrific, though, is to go out in the garden and discover bulbs flowering that you can't remember planting. Anyone recognize this one?