It was a normal day at Toad. The fog was in. Everyone was working. There was a meeting going on in the front room … and then suddenly …
Tres bolted out the front door and raced down the sidewalk.
Jeremy jumped in his car and drove after him.
Steve-o zoomed out from the back of the office and ran down the road.
Gordon screeched around the hood in his truck.
Paige took off on her little Vespa, revving it down the street.
Were we making another spontaneous video?
No. Someone had stolen Tres’ bike, quite literally, right in front of him as he sat in a management meeting. The chase was on! We may be a peaceful bunch, but you don’t mess with a Toad’s bike … or beer or dog for that matter.
As the search parties splintered off in all different directions those of us left at our desks were wondering ... what if they catch him? Then what? Do we beat him up? Orrr … Do we go against what seems to be the status quo of bad behavior these days (ehem … Joe, Kanye, Serena) and just call the cops instead?
Out of all the people in the office to apprehend the subject, it happened to be our little Paige, who’s very petite, but doesn’t let her stature fool you. As she motored down Mason street on her Vespa, she saw the bad guy and drew upon her mighty spirit to say, “Hey give me that bike! It’s stolen!” To which he said, “I’m trying to return it. Here take it.” And, then he sprinted toward the beach in the other direction.
Morals of the story? Don’t mess with a Toad’s bike (or Paige apparently), use a bike lock and don’t stoop to the bad guys level.
I just think this is so classic! Marvin, one of our colorful and, I might add, inventive reps that sells our wares on the road for Horny Toad and Nau. During the selling season, our reps spend countless hours driving their territories to bring the best and brightest of our new lines to our dealers. So, it’s important to have a rig, such as this one, that can a.) fit all the goods and b.) is super pimpin’. Done and done. Marvin, not being a very shy fellow, opted for an old ambulance from Pennsylvania as his road companion of choice.
I've been feeling a bit under the weather lately (I even stayed home from work) so I turned to the old standby, chicken noodle soup. In my house, we've been in the habit of making our own soup, and during the fall and winter homemade soups are a staple we keep in the refrigerator. Being that it's middle of September, and we're desperately hanging onto beautiful summer days here in Santa Barbara, I broke down and went to the store for my soup. What a terrible mistake. it wasn't that long ago that I was perfectly happy with soup in a can, and this was the "good stuff" kept refrigerated, etc. As sad as I was that I couldn't stand to eat the salt laden water passed off as soup that I so desperately wanted, it did feel good to know that the little steps we're taking to try to eat fresher, prepare things at home and cook with seasonal ingredients are working, and they are worth it. Let's just say that I won't make the same mistake again. Soup is something better made at home, and this weeks delicious corn and chicken chowder* was proof.
*goes great with Beer Bread.
No recipe except for the encouragement to be creative with the ingredients in your cabinets and fridge. That's the best thing about soup, anything goes!
Dear Ellen,
Okay ... okay ... it's true that the 80's had a lot of things that we really don't need to repeat - big hair, neon, padded shoulders, and the list goes on. But, we thought that these dance moves were really worth repeating from this classic and iconic film. The cult classic Dirty Dancing permanently embedded Patrick Swayze in the anthology of American pop culture. The toadettes wish more men could dance like this. We're not sure that is even possible?! Here's to Patrick and to his famous dance moves.
I had to share two highlights from my recent NYC adventure to set up our Nau pop event for November (stay tuned for details!) … not exactly an insiders guide but certainly on the front side of the curve.
First, our friends at the Ace Hotel in Seattle and Portland have brought their unique style to the Big Apple. Their new 260 room masterpiece on 29th Street and Broadway is everything you want in a hip NYC experience. The vintage “HOTEL” marquee, the perfectly curated lobby and the old fashioned service at the curb and front desk provide that warm, welcoming Portland feel. And yes, Stumptown coffee is waiting for you when you come downstairs … they just opened the day before I arrived.
”PDT” or Please Don’t Tell may not be subtle about its marketing approach but it still has that authentic NYC 20's speakeasy vibe as you enter through a phone booth in a non-descript hot dog joint on St. Marks. The Jackalope on the wall gives away the fact that it has only been open a few years but it is still worth the visit for the drink list, the atmosphere and the House Rules hanging on the wall of the in the bathroom. #5 – No PDA in the PTD … keep your tongue in your mouth and your hands to yourself.
Make sure you stay clear of the Smoked Beer … it tastes more like an ashtray than a drink.
Photo from www.eater.com.
Dear Ellen,
Why do we celebrate Labor Day?
Curious
Dear Curious,
Labor Day was established in the grand tradition of U.S. federal holidays back in the late 1800's. It's a classic story in the history of a budding America. Peter J. McGuire, an American Labor leader, went up to Toronto for vacation in 1882. During his stay he was delighted by a parade and festivities, which were part of an annual celebration in support of labor union legislation in Canada. After his trip, he returned to America and said to his friends "You guys missed a killer party! We've gotta throw one too." And so they did. The parade became an annual event. Peter's good friend, Bob, played a major role with his famed 'Labor Parade BBQ Shrimp Skewers.' Another friend, Joe, excelled in his role as Logo Baseball Cap Coordinator. The tradition continued unofficially for many years.
In 1894, Grover Cleveland was President of the United States, with a challenging political priority of 'reconciliation with Labor.' Cleveland already sensed that he was the kind of President who would not live in political infamy, and that 100 years later no one in America would know anything about him or his administration. In essense, he knew he was boring. So he pulled together the finest and brightest of popularity experts within his cabinet, and after considerable deliberation was encouraged to attend the Labor shindig. So Grover threw on his Levi's, picked up a pony keg, and rolled down to the party. By the end of the day, Grover was wearing one of Joe's hats, talking BBQ with Bob, and shotgunning brewskies with Peter. He was able to glean information to help him find the root of union disputes with the government, which all boiled down to the fact that it really sucked to have to use a vacation day to get off work for the Labor Parade. As soon as Grover got back to Washington D.C., he rushed over to Congress with the glee of his newfound popularity and dispute solution. Within six days, Labor Day was unanimously signed into law as a Federal Holiday, and the rest is history.
Obama thinks he has his legacy made in the shade, between health care, the economy, and a war. But I haven't heard anything about a new three-day weekend.
Ellen
While I was perusing one of those "list-what's-in-your-fridge-and-we'll-find-you-a-recipe" sites (like www.myfridgefood.com) the other day I entered the meager supplies I had on hand and didn't get past the first response: Beer Bread. A) I had all the ingredients and B) it was a recipe title that described two of my all-time favorite things (favorite foods, yes, favorite things, yes).
Super-duper easy and deliciouso!
Cook time: 45 minutes
Ingredients:
3 cups flour
3 teaspoons of baking powder
2 1/4 teaspoons of salt
1 can of beer/16 oz.
1 tablespoon of honey (I used sage flavored honey, but any will do)
Actions:
Grease a loaf pan and preheat the oven to 350˚F
Combine the flour, baking powder, salt and beer in a large bowl and mix until smooth.
Fold in the honey (room temperature or slightly warm honey makes this easier).
Bake at 350˚F for 45 minutes.
Serve with butter, honey and your favorite ale - enjoy!
We're big fans of trash, that is to say, the reuse of "trash" into something creative. We do it a lot for our tradeshow booth and people are always amazed when we tell them we pulled the stuff off the side of the road or from a dumpster. Trash to treasure - artfully recycled.
When you think garden bed, I bet you don’t think of a ’86 Dodge pickup. Urban-truck farmer and filmmaker Ian Cheney, inherited this truck from his grandfather and thought to make it into a mobile patch of green goodness in the middle of the Big Apple. Brilliance! A solar powered camera was mounted on the truck to catch glimpses of the growing. We think this is a pretty neat commentary on the use of even the smallest spaces in urban settings to do something good – garden good.
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