I like these boots.
I purchased them at Murdoch’s in Helena, Montana. Another one of my favorite places. Did you know that people really live and work on ranches there?
I was quickly educated by my cohorts in Helena that I had to get the right kind of jeans for my boots: Boot cut jeans. Jeans for people who wear boots. I had never owned boots so I had never owned such jeans. But, I now like them, too.
The only other pair of boots I have owned were from Spain. My parents treated me to them when we visited. I was eight or nine. I thought it would be neat to have a pair of real cowboy-style boots. I never wore them.
But, I wear my boots now. They make me feel more confident, taller.
When I am walking in them, I think of Montana.
Not too long ago, as I was admiring these boots and wondered where in the idyllic American west or Mexico or somewhere in the Americas they had been hand-crafted and sewn. China. Made in China??
I still like them.
We are always on the hunt for authentic ingredients and cuisine. Living in a mid-sized Southern city has posed its challenges in the past, but as the Holy City becomes more popular, its offerings expand.
Hence Kimchi. Many of you, I know, will cringe and profess, “Kimchi?? Ew, gross!” Too bad for you.
Ken has decided that the best kimchi is made in Korea. Um, that does make sense since it is Korean. We have tried versions from New York City, and even some homemade in Charleston by different purveyors that offer otherwise great food.
The best yet? Trader Joe’s. We thought it would be middle-of-the-road bland. Nope, it’s the real thing.