Breakfast Bisquits

The best bisquits in town aren't really here--they're in Nashville, Indiana, only about 16 miles away at the Artist Colony in the heart of Brown County. Its a wonderful bed and breakfast with a restaurant open to the public. Its an ideal getaway for Sunday breakfast, particularly for lovers of art and those familiar with the "Hoosier School" of impressionists such as T.C. Steele.

That aside, the subject is breakfast and more specifically bisquits. No where else do bisquits rise as high as these--sometimes as much as two inches. And no others are as light and fluffy inside as these palm-sized perfections. Having never tasted artery clogging bisquits and gravy, I can't attest to how these hold up to a slatthering of white gravy with big chunks of pork sausage. But let me tell you, these gems are perfect, served warm and split in half with a speading of real butter and maybe some strawberry jam. Yum. Yum. There's nothing better. They truly are a work of art.

You can come home again

Last Saturday was IU homecoming. Even though I'm already "home," homecoming weekend still feels like a special day and time with a holiday aura. B'ton swells with returning alums anxious to show their children, mates or significant others where they guzzled their last collegiate beer, the exact booth where they drank it, and any other sorted details they can remember that could be associated with that particular ritual. The lines at the Steve and Barry's collegiate sportswear outlet curl out to the street and the community sees red (actually cream and crimson) for at least 48 hours. Nicks is standing room only with as many as three generations of IU alumni. (Its a good thing, we know where to find it, since its historical neon sign is nearly unnoticeable due to the concrete fire wall of the apartment construction next door.)

Homecoming 2007 events started Friday afternoon with the customary parade down third street and ending at the Sample Gates. That evening was the annual homecoming concert at Assembly Hall with Bob Dylan the headliner. We've gone from Bob Hope to Bob Dylan and Elvis Costello. It's too much to imagine that Dylan was originally popular with most of the current co-eds' grandparents. Yup. The times, they are a changin'.

Even nature contributed to the festive atmosphere. In spite of the lack of rain and drought conditions, the trees on campus put on a spectacular light show in all imaginable colors of crimson, gold and pumpkin.

And the roads to Brown County and French Lick were bumper to bumper with pilgrims seeking fall color magnificence. They were not disappointed. So with that, I'm glad to share some wonderful images of fall in Bloomingtown.