Hootenany

When Randy and I were growing up Hootenany meant getting together with a bunch of friends, playing guitars and singing folk songs. Then Travis married Britt and in her family Hootenany meant something entirely different -- the name for something we call "German Pancakes." This morning we invited our neighbors over for "Hootenany on the Patio," Royal Baked Grapefruit, bacon, and some great conversation. How have we been so lucky as to have the same great neighbors for 31 years. We feel blessed!