... there's plenty to eat.
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"A blizzard warning continues Sunday in much of southern Wisconsin until 6 p.m...."
"... with north and northwest winds gusting up to 45 mph blowing snow across roadways, the National Weather Service said.... Wisconsin Emergency Operations Center in Madison... is advising everyone in the state to stay home Sunday...."

Okay.
IN THE COMMENTS: MamaM said:
(Extra info about the amazing bowl here.)
Okay.
IN THE COMMENTS: MamaM said:
28? 18 with another 10 under the surface.She's remembering last December's orange bowl challenge. I said:
Alert Alert: Bowl Deceptively Deep.
Recall Previous Loss. Recalculate
Ok, 36 at the most.
(Extra info about the amazing bowl here.)
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MamaM,
orange,
photography,
snow,
Wisconsin
At the Bright Orange Café...
... you're here with the folks who choose not to plunge into the orange that blazes everywhere out there in the 3-dimensional world.
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orange,
photography,
trees
A casual, autumn observation about gender difference.
At the Farmers' Market today in Madison... I don't know why but...

... women seem to be delighted by pumpkins...

... and men could not care less...
... women seem to be delighted by pumpkins...
... and men could not care less...
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gender difference,
Madison,
orange,
photography,
shopping,
vegetables
Meade buys food.
Some people thought the Meadhouse refrigeratorscape looked a little food-deprived. They were right. It was time for some food-gathering. Meade wanted all of you who were worried that we weren't eating enough to see what he brought home:

(Enlarge.)
(Enlarge.)
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Althouse + Meade,
food,
orange,
photography
"Keep Your Surprisingly Capacious Bowls, I've Got a Freakin' Fruit-bearing Tree in My Backyard."
We laughed at his "brilliant detective work," but XWL got his revenge with suculento photographs and an "I blame Althouse" tag.
At the Bowl of Oranges Café...
... you can have milk and toast and honey.
IN THE COMMENTS: Ricardo asks: How many oranges are in the bowl? See if you can guess.
AND: The answer, after so many low guesses and finally mainly by flailing, was arrived at by t-man. I demonstrate the surprising capacity of the bowl here:
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orange,
photography,
Ricardo (the commenter),
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That orange with a straw stuck in it.
It meant a lot to people. They liked that thing. Probably because it was a sex symbol. So Pepsico had to go back to the old symbolic genitalia for the Tropicana carton.
Labels:
commerce,
genitalia,
logos,
orange,
psychology
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