Frozen Custard Addict

Joanna, here.

Amanda's thinking about lakes. She's such a romantic.

I'm thinking frozen custard.

This fall has proved warmer than usual, but is that relevant? Not for me, a lifetime addict. Not Licked Yet, my frozen custard mecca in Fish Creek--and the world--keeps a toes-toasty fire going on chilly days. It's the perfect place to snuggle with a fellow addict--in my case, Paul--and snarf down a sundae or two. Or three.

Today, will I go with my usual Door County Sundae, with its creamy, dreamy frozen custard immersed in hot cherries and hot fudge with mounds of whipped cream?

Paul swears by the Yankee Snickerdoodle Doo Sundae--frozen custard between two yummy cookies, covered with hot caramel. My author loves that one, too. Really, dear, you might have gone with the smaller size.

We'll all have to put a few dozen miles on our bikes to handle this treat. Is it worth it?

Oh, yeah. . . .

What is it about water?

Amanda, here. I don't know what it is about water, but it's always soothed me. The look of it. The sound of it. Here in Door County it can be raucous and wind-whipped, goose-pimpled and timid, or smooth as a satin pillowcase and just as comforting.

The harbors in Door County have an uncanny voice. They say, "Come sit here by the edge of the water and we'll talk about what you're going through."

I suppose like a counselor who knows when to keep his mouth shut...or like the Lord, Who doesn't have to say ANYTHING to get His point across to me sometimes...the water listens.

Jordan listens to me.

In a way few humans ever have.

Except his mother.

Where is Lola? She'd love this view.

And the Winner Is. . .

Sandee61 is this week's winner of an authographed copy of A Door County Christmas! Thank you to everyone who shared their favorite spots to enjoy the fall. We'll be doing another giveaway next week, so stop by and tell your friends.

Maddy's Thoughts

Fall. It’s that time of year. Crisp autumn mornings have me bundled up in a sweater clutched tightly as I help Hilde into the backseat. I find myself distracted as I maneuver the Town Car on to the Interstate.

Vestal thinks I’m hilarious. “Cold?” He laughed. “Maddy, girl, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

And he’s right. In my Texas hometown, fall is barely noticed. Up here--it’s a palette of fiery reds and yellows. Maples and red oaks dangle their colors and toss leaves to the wind. I want to gaze out the car window, but must watch the traffic.

When the Grissoms are tucked safely inside their home, I promise to take a long walk and drink in the view.

It's not too late to get in on Jillian's book giveaway (posted September 24)! Lola will be drawing a name out of her swim goggles on Wednesday, October 6! To enter, leave a comment here about your favorite place to be when the leaves start turning.