Anyone who knows me would never let me sing for my supper. I’m so off key, I’d be lucky to get scraps. Fortunately, I didn’t have to even hum a tune at the musical themed Aria Hotel in Prague. Instead, I was treated to a symphonic lunch of the finest Czech food in Aria’s Coda Restaurant. This meal was certainly one of the high notes on my trip to the Czech Republic.
Continue reading Sing for Your Supper at the Aria Hotel, PragueThere’s a bright golden haze on the meadow,
There’s a bright golden haze on the meadow,
The corn is as high as an elephant’s eye,
An’ it looks like it’s climbin’ clear up to the sky.Oh, what a beautiful mornin’,
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II, Music By Richard Rodgers
Oh, what a beautiful day.
I got a beautiful feelin’
Ev’rything’s goin’ my way.
I love summer food, especially corn on the cob. Fact is, I love corn off the cobb, too. Corn souffle, corn cakes, corn relish- whatever. I must be a little corny!
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As a Boomer, I claim Ozzie and Harriett, the Beaver and Donna Reed as friends. I whirled away countless hours hula hooping and can recall Jackie Kennedy’s and Priscilla Presley’s bouffant hair styles.
The 50s lifestyle of the Palmer family, my parents, two older brothers and me, smells of times past, perhaps with a pinch of Silly Putty. Our castle was a one-bathroom house and we owned one family car because Mom didn’t drive. We ate dinner together every night when Dad came home from work. And we didn’t know anyone who owned a dishwasher.
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