Paddle Your Own Canoe: One Man's Fundamentals for Delicious Living

ཀྵ Format Kindle Read [ Paddle Your Own Canoe: One Man's Fundamentals for Delicious Living ] ᚒ PDF Author Nick Offerman ᦭ ཀྵ Format Kindle Read [ Paddle Your Own Canoe: One Man's Fundamentals for Delicious Living ] ᚒ PDF Author Nick Offerman ᦭ 1 Not So Little House on the PrairieJesus, Mary, and Joseph Where do I begin chapter 1 I suppose well do a chronological thing and start you off with some of the early years, a taste of the vintage stuff.I showed up on Earth, in the tri county area of Illinois, to be precise, in 1970 This was, reportedly, the year Tom Waits showed up in LA to start pushing his demos around town I havent had the chance to ask Tom if he was trying to send me a personal message of serendipity with his beautiful and haunting songs of the day like Grapefruit Moon and Midnight Lullaby, but it seems too crazy on the nose to just be coincidence Right Somewhere in the Arizona desert, Tom Laughlin was shooting the movie Billy Jack, and warlock style wax albums were dropping all about the realm with names like Look Ka Py Py Black Sabbath Sex Machine Moondance Bitches Brew The Man Who Sold the World After the Gold Rush Free Your Mind and Your Ass Will Follow Kristofferson, for cryin out loud Let It Be and the most weirdly kabbalisticRandy Newmans 12 Songs Potent magicks coalesced and fluctuated across the void, whilst strange nether clouds swelled with great portent above the green crop fields, awaiting what Some child A chosen man cub Despite some loose popular misconceptions, I did NOT in fact drop from my mothers womb wielding a full moustache and a two headed battle axe Nor was there sighted evidence of even the first follicle of the first hair of my chest bracken Those laurels would come later.The luckiest part of my very lucky life pre Megan has been being raised by my family in the environment they created for the rearing of my siblings and me My mom, Catherine Ann Offerman ne Roberts , and my dad, Frederic Dames Offerman, grew up about three miles from each other in the middle of the countryside, outside of Minooka, Illinois Where is that Right next to Channahon, as I like to joke I told you this shit was gwine to be humorous Southwest of Joliet My mom grew up in a family of four kids, born to Mike and Eloise Roberts, and they raised pigs, soybeans, and corn My dad, born to Raymond Offerman and Marilyn Dames Offerman, grew up on a dairy farm with two siblings before moving into town as a teenager They attended all the same Minooka schools that I eventually did, and married young Dad was twenty four and Mom was nineteen Which seems batshit crazy to me these days.Minooka is, surprisingly, only about an hour from Lake Shore Drive in Chicago, if theres no traffic But it seems like its fifty years distant, or at least it did in my youth It was very bucolic and idyllic, like American Graffiti or Happy Days Saturday night you would get together and buzz the gut in your jalopy, which meant drive past the five businesses on Main Street At the time I was growing up the population was 768 Its grown ridiculouslyits up near twelve thousand now It used to be primarily a farming community, but by now, the commuting suburban population has reached it and subsumed it There are now many inhabitants of Minooka whom I would consider soft, and yes, that is a judgment.My dad went to Illinois State University I had always heard various legends of his prowess as an athlete as a young man, primarily in baseball and basketball I wrote to him, asking for some facts on this subject for my book, because he has always been pretty humble about it to the point of being mum Here is an excerpt of his reply Well, I dont know what you heard but remember it was a very small high school In baseball I started every varsity game for four years except one as a freshman and in that one I pinch hit and hit a triple, then later in that game I hit another triple that never happened again As a sopho I batted second, third as a junior, and fourth as a senior and was the shortstop the last three years I hit.333 22 for 66 and led the team in RBIs That was second to your uncle Mark, who hit 1.000 1 for 1 I never considered myself as a terrific player but I had one damn burning desire to play and was surprised many times when I did well.This might begin to give you an idea of from whence I sprung.They have yet to make a man I like better or respect than my dad And hell be the first to tell you that my mom is even better They married young, and my mother had my older sister, Laurie, when she was twenty Twenty The balls on these people They rented an old farm for one hundred dollars a month plus utilities It was right in between the two farms they grew up on, and thats where I lived for my first five years.Looking back on it now, I am just astonished at how little income we got by on The older I get, the my parents just seem like absolute heroes to me My dad was teaching junior high geography, history, and social studies in Channahon, as well as tacking on every bit of extra income that he could squeeze in He drove a school bus, he coached basketball, and in the summer break he would work on a local blacktop crew or earn wages on the Robertss farm, where my mother grew up Meanwhile, my mom was running a household with four children, making a lot of our clothes, and cooking up a storm Not too far off from Ma and Pa Ingalls They raised us four kids, Laurie, me, Carrie, and Matt the baby, aka Matt Mailman , as solid as Illinois livestock My sisters and brother are the cut of folk who Id be damn glad to stand beside in a bar brawl, a square dance, or a pie eating competition, and preferably the latter.It was an old farmhouse, and drafty, so we nailed blankets over the doors to combat the drafts We had our first big garden there, and I have the most wonderful memories of my parents gardens To this day my dad has two huge gardens, one at home and one out at the Robertss farm One of my earliest memories is of sitting in the garden, in the strawberry patch, in my diaper, probably fertilizing the strawberries than Id care to admit, ironically happy as a pig in shit, just sitting in the mud and eating strawberries.We were right across the road from the Aux Sable Creek, which is the creek that ran through my life No matter where my moms family was farming or where we lived, we were always within a few miles of the creek Thats where I learned to fish and eventually canoe My first job on the farm was shoveling pig shit in the barn basement for my grandpa Mike Roberts He probably paid me a nickel for lending him a hand in procedures of animal husbandry One of my most distinct memories as a small boy was handing my grandfather the one year old pigs, which he would then sequester upside down in this clamped bracket so that he could handily cut their nuts out with a razor knife and then spray the wound with a medicinal purple spray You may begin to understand why this memory is particularly poignant, for I promise youve never heard anyone scream like a one year old pig screaming for its balls.It was never so Little House on the Prairie that wed have our own pig killing day It was something I always loved reading about, though The whole neighborhood would come out together, as Ive read in Little House on the Prairie and also in the fiction of Wendell Berry our nations most venerated living agrarian author and far and away my personal favorite writer he has a great short story, Dont Send a Boy to Do a Mans Work, where somebody uninvited shows up with some whisky and it turns into a very messy hog slaughter day.We were eventually aware that a couple of Grandpas pigs would come home from market and go straight into the freezer As kids, wed have our favorite pigs and wed name them There were a few gray years before we realized, This bacon used to be old Fat Albert.As the oldest male grandchild, I suppose the guys were trying me out at different tasks to see if I would take to farming I remember a time when there was a pig who died of an intestinal sickness, and a vet came out and removed its intestines to determine what it had My uncle Don Roberts and I took the pig on the end loaderwhich is a tractor with a bucket in the frontout into a field and buried the pig and the intestines separately This may be revisionist history, but I recall that pile of guts being the same purple as the neuter spray That color purple was ruined for meI was later a big fan of Prince, but his greatest album unfortunately gave me visions less redolent of Apollonias beauty and suited to the abattoir On that day in the field, I remember Uncle Don explaining that you had to bury both deep enough and cover them with rocks so the coyotes wouldnt dig them up.Out in the hog lot there were big, round feeder bins into a top central hatch of which one would dump hog feed The pigs would then access the feed off the chutes at the bottom, which was handy for them, but unfortunately it was also handy for the rats, which are always a big problem on a farm So, when the rats got bad enough, Grandpa and the uncles would hoist this feeder up in the air with the same bucket loader We would assemble a whole neighborhood of friends, who would surround the feeder There would be twenty neighborhood men and boys armed with pitchforks, spades, and hoes Theyd have half as many dogs, standing at the ready When the feeder took to the air, maybe a hundred rats would scatter in every direction Many would elude the weapons, but I dont believe a rat ever escaped the dogs Those pooches had a field day It was really quite something.There were lessons of life and death pretty much from the get go on Grandpas farm Hilarious book, right, people When I was five my dad had an opportunity that seemed very Little House on the Prairie to me There was a farmer named Bob Heartt who was going to tear down his old two story farmhouse and build a newfangled, single story ranch house He offered my family his old house if we could simply ROLL THE HOUSE ON WHEELS to a new three acre plot of land in one of his cornfields In exchange, Bob Heartt would receive a new heater in his expert machinist tractor shop, new cabinets for his wifes kitchen, the filling in of the old basement hole, and compensation for the three acres Still, it was a great deal My folks borrowed 27,000 and spent most of the 10,000 they had in savings My dad still says its one of the best financial moves he ever made.Until this writing, I had never put together my own penchant for moving audacious loads of scenery or tree slabs with my dads Paul Bunyanesque relocation of a gargantuan two story farmhouse I could write a whole book on the lessons I received from Dad, and Uncles Dan and Don, and Grandpa Mike, as well as Grandpa Ray, my dads dad I learned early to respect my tools and my machinery, knowing that with the proper lashing down and utilization of simple machinesthe wheel, the lever, the screw, the inclined planethere was no job of work that could defeat us.Over and over, for years, I would accompany them in tasks of carpentry and mechanics, and they would set me to work with a hammer and nails and patiently repeat, Hit it Dont make love to it, hit the gol dang thing After years of attempts, I was finally able to feel the strength come into my arms and shoulders and operate a tool in a manner that they would pronounce satisfactory For one of those impossibly proficient men to deem my work a nice job filled me with satisfaction than any A plus grade I ever received in school In my burgeoning competence with a ratchetand importantly, their approbation thereofthere was a complicit understanding that I was on the right path to one day have the ability to use tools to my creative benefit, just as they did every day.My mother has two brothers and one sister My uncle Don is the baby of the family Later I was astonished to realize that he is young enough to have been my older brother He was so great with usall my aunts and uncles were like the Super Friends to me, but Uncle Don was Aquaman the coolest My moms younger sister, Michele, whom we called Aunt Micki, she was mature and studious, as well as being funlike when she used to name our freckles for us Shes a librarian historian in Minooka now, and my older sister, Laurie, works with her Aunt Micki turned me on to the Chronicles of Narnia books, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, the Madeleine LEngle books I cant give her enough props, as the kids are saying, for turning me on to such great fiction My brother and sisters didnt like reading in the same way They eventually caught on And Little House on the Prairie I got so turned on by a series of books set in an alternative world I wanted to know everything about the worldwhat has Pa got in his pockets Uncle Don was the tangible version of that notion I dont know how it came to happen, but he bought this little motorcycle and left it at our house I think it was just generosity, knowing we couldnt afford to get something like that for ourselves My moms oldest brother, Uncle Dan, and his wife, Dee, became the overseers of the farm as my grandparents grew older They had a boy and a girl, Ryan and Angie Ryan is six months younger than me, so we grew up like brothers They had the resources of the farm at their disposal, so Ryan had a go kart and a snowmobile But I couldnt afford that stuff, which could have been why Uncle Don left the motorcycle at my house.Uncle Don was just fun He was and is really funny He went to college and studied mechanical engineering Motors, basically He worked for a while in town as the bus mechanic for the school But I think he and Uncle Dan were both destined to stick on the farm Their knowledge is just amazing To be a successful farmer you have to be a high end mechanic, a botanist, and a soil engineer You have to be a carpenter Uncle Don was an incredible student of life but also loved to have fun He was so freehandedhe would take us with him on snowmobiling trips and motorcycle rides, or wed just go ride bicycles Our family loves to fish, so wed go boating Weve always had some version of our own boats, and now everybodys got his her own getaway cabin in Indiana or Wisconsin or Minnesota.Uncle Don had the most throbbing boner of a vehicle you could have in 1978the Pontiac Firebird with the phoenix on the hood and the T top It was so badass He would take us for a treat to Shorewood, the near suburb of Joliet, to the Tastee Freez to get ice cream Id get a vanilla cone dipped in cherrywhatever that cherry candy shit is its the greatest And hed play Frank Zappa, which was forbidden.We had a very decent household We werent allowed to watch The Three Stooges Our TV was governed pretty closely There was a ban for a while on Tom and Jerry, but eventually that was lifted My parents didnt want their kids to see things with violence in them, which is so hilarious and sad now Looking at you, video games where one can chop the heads off prostitutes Which is my own surmiseI dont know if that actually exists, but Im pretty sure you can find it So something like Frank Zappa singing, Dont eat the yellow snow, and having to puzzle out the meaning of that was an early awakening of the notion I like that use of language My neighbor Steve Rapcan lived next door on another three acre parcel His parents were slightly licentious and he was allowed to have things like KISS and Eddie Murphy records My folks did not know that we would hole up in his bedroom and listen to Eddie Murphy over and over Wed lie back on the floor, and as Ive now damn near gotten into a stand up career of my own, I think how astonishing it was to me that someone like Eddie Murphy could talk hilariously about eating pussy in public and get paid for it The amazing thing is it sparked something in me that remained an ember for a couple of decades It never occurred to me that humor was remotely something I could aspire to.By the age of eight or nine it began to dawn on me that I wasnt exactly like the other kids in Minooka I remember my fourth grade classroom well I had Miss Christensen, one of many top drawer teachers in our school She was just an admirable woman, with whom everybody was in love, of course Fourth grade was a big reading year, and there was a contest called Battle of the Books, for which we would read titles like Caddie Woodlawn, My Side of the Mountain, and Island of the Blue Dolphins, and then compete by answering questions about the subject matter We were learning the rudiments of plot, theme, and vocabulary, and one of our vocabulary words was nonconformist I just dug that word I heard the explanation, the definition, and I felt like I had just learned about a new hero in a kick ass Marvel comic book I raised my hand and I said, Nonconformist That is what I would like to be This was met by a bemused smile by Miss Christensen, who was probably already aware of my status as a creative thinker but couldnt have imagined how far Id take the execution.It didnt take me long to discern that I had essentially announced to the world, Excuse me, everyone I am a weirdo But no matter The die had been cast.I also recall a moment in second grade art class We were given a piece of wood and a little paper cutout of a clown head The assignment was to finish the wood with stain, then glue the clown head to the wood after coloring it in with crayons, then varnish the whole shebang I adorned my clown head with color and glued it on with the clowns head cocked to the right My teacher gave me a C.I said, What the fuck are you talking about This is so much better than what the rest of these squares made.And she said, You glued it on quite crookedly.I replied, Hes got his head tilted at a rakish angle, asshole I remember thinking, You dont fucking get me This is my art This is my shit I recall being outraged, thinking, I dont understand Dont you realize mine is uniquely creative and therefore way better than these other dipshits I simply knew that I was peculiar and that I was a puzzle to those around me I was also learning that this weirdness was a part of me that was not to be extinguished.But for the time being, Minooka and the family farm were all that I needed In the summers, when we would get together for family picnics, we would have enough people to field two teams of ten and play softball out in the meadow I was charmed that half of the participants would have their beers out in the field Youd have old people saying, Ill go out and play right field I cant do much Its something thats unfathomable today To even suggest to the teenagers, or anybody now, Lets go play a sport Theyd say, Are you crazy Were watching the football game Or, Were playing our Wii All we needed back then was a bat and a ball.We would amuse ourselves with what we had on hand After dinner, we would get on the hayrack, and everybody would ride around and look at the crops It was a recreational ride, sitting on hay bales, singing songs It was so heartwarming, and all it cost was the price of the fuel We didnt have to do anything to have a good time Its an incredible gift to be able to make your own fun.Eat Red MeatUnless youre an ignorant fool creationist , youll have noticed that a great deal of attention is being paid to humankinds evolution over the millennia, especially with regard to our diet.According to science and smart anthropology types, our particular mammalian species evolved into sentient bipeds who learned to develop and then employ tools to further the domestic comforts of their caves We then learned to advertise and sell these implements to one another The progression is easy to track the hammerthe spearheadthe flyswatterthe Clapperthe Xboxthe perfusion catheter.As we human folk learned to kill and eat other animals, we came into a period of social development that I would liken to the Quickening of Highlander fame The added proteins in our diet turned us into physical specimens the likes of Sigourney Weaver, Schwarzenegger, and, at the very least, Ringo Starr.In short order, with knives of obsidian a brief fad and then sharpened steel, we learned to butcher animals in such a way as to garner the tastiest portions of their musculature, or meat, for eating Then we learned to cook those muscle scraps over an open flame Then we learned to apply sprigs of rosemary and thyme to the offerings We learned to rub our seasonings into the flesh Then we added garlic and butter to mashed potatoes, and then we invented barbecue sauce, and that creation, gentle reader, finally seems worthy of a restful seventh day If there is a God, no part of the Bible or Christian doctrine will convince me of his existence half as much as the flavor of a barbecued pork rib It is in that juicy snack that I can perhaps begin to glean a divine design, because that shit is delicious in a manner that can be accurately described as heavenly I have never had need of a firearm in my life, not remotely, but Ill happily sport a bumper sticker that reads, You can have my rib eye when you pry it from my cold, dead fingers, or even write a bit of poetry.The Bratwurst A Haiku Tight skin flute of pork. Juices fly, explode in mouth. A little mustard.Ready for some controversy I can actually understand the factions of people like those in the PETA organization when they raise hell about any time an animal is treated cruelly I think mistreating animals is a shameful practice, and bad for ones karma, to boot When I talk about the mistreatment of animals, Im thinking of some brute kicking a dog, or beating a horse, or, say, the countless horrors enacted upon the chickens, hogs, and cattle in the meat factories that supply the bustling shit dispensaries we call fast food chains.And therein lies the problem Fast food For Gods sake, and also the sake of Pete, if you dont respect your own body enough to keep it free of that garbage, at least PLEASE STOP FEEDING IT TO YOUR KIDS Read Fast Food Nation See the excellent documentary Food, Inc If your excuse is a lack of time, then you need to get your priorities straight There is no part of this country where one cannot find a source of fresh, organic meat and produce Im not talking about Whole Foods, Im referring to farmers markets and local butchers and fishermen and women If you cant find a source for fresh produce and eggs and or chicken, bacon, and or dairy products, by Christ, become the source What noble pursuit than supplying your community with breakfast foods If you want to read about this notion, by actual smart and informed writers, pick up some Michael Pollan and some Wendell Berry.I have no intention of ever ceasing to enjoy red meat However, I firmly believe that we can choose how and where our meat is raised, and Im all for a grass fed, happy steer finding its way to my grill long before a factory farmed, filthy, corn fed lab creation Its up to us to choose farm to table fare as much as possible until it becomes our societys norm once again.One of the most tried and true methods by which we humans can collect our own protein from the land is that of fishing My family doesnt hunt except for Uncle TerryAunt Mickis hubbywho takes one or two bucks a year, usually with a bow and arrow, and keeps us all happily in venison, jerky, and sausage , but we fish like crazy Between the family households, we have cabins in Wisconsin, Minnesota, and Indiana Fishing is the default vacation for the entire family if theres a break, you can find us out on the lake I have had the opportunity over the years to take some assorted friends on these Offerman Roberts family fishing trips, and nothing gives me pleasure than teaching them to clean their own fish Of course its unpleasant in comparison to being served a delicious white fillet of sole in a butter sauce with capers, but every one of my students has expressed a primitive satisfaction in the knowledge that they can harvest their own meat from a lake or river, should the shit ever really go down I admire my uncle for his hunting discipline, because he doesnt do it for the fun of killing an animal, and he doesnt do it wastefully Its simply a choice to fulfill some of his familys grocery needs in the larder of the forest rather than the Albertsons Among the other advantages of harvesting this meat himself, Uncle Terry is keeping himself from getting soft We may hear on that topic a bit further into these woods.Everybody knows, but many deny, that eating red meat gives one character Strength, stamina, stick to it iveness, constitution, not to mention a healthful, glowing pelt But take a seat for a second Listen I eat salad Hows that for a punch in the nuts, ladies Whats , as I sit typing this on a Santa Fe patio, I just now ate a bowl of oatmeal Thats right Because Im a real human animal, not a television character You see, despite the beautifully Ron Swansonlike notion that one should exist solely on beef, pork, and wild game, the reality remains that our bodies need varied foodstuffs that facilitate health and digestive functions, but you dont have to like it.I eat a bunch of spinach, but only to clean out my pipes to make room for ribs, fool I will submit to fruit and zucchini, yes, with gusto, so that my steak eating machine will continue to masticate delicious charred flesh at an optimal running speed By consuming kale, I am buying myself bonus years of life, during which I can eat a shit ton delicious meat You dont put oil in your truck because it tastes good You do it so your truck can continue burning sweet gasoline and hauling a manly payload.Praise for Paddle Your Own Canoe Offerman not only explores his Paul Bunyanlike image with tongue in cheek lessons on manliness, complete with illustrations and advice, but also offers poignant memories of his childhood growing up in Illinois and hilarious anecdotes from his career Entertainment Weekly Offerman touches on everything from his days as a break dancing, football playing farm boy in Minooka about 50 miles southwest of the Loop to his freewheeling, hedonistic 20s in Chicago to the inevitable Hollywood struggles that followed But he doesnt gloss over embarrassing moments, including his two trips to jail during college at the University of Illinoisone for shoplifting Ronnie Milsap cassettes from Kmart as a joke the other, he says, a convoluted case of mistaken identity Between anecdotes, he delivers impassioned pleas and rants Chicago magazine Thought provoking, profane, and frequently hilariousgetting to know Offerman through his stumbling courtship with Megan Mullally and Kabuki theater training is well worth the price of admission Publishers Weekly Ron Swanson is a mustachioed, breakfast food loving, woodworking red meat connoisseur Nick Offerman is a mustachioed, breakfast food loving, woodworking red meat connoisseur but, important, also a real persona grateful, gracious, bemused actor in love with his wife, Megan Mullally, and the earnest simplicity of his not so Hollywood existence Not only does he recall his life, but he also offers chuckle worthy anecdotes, diagrams, even a haiku aboutwhat else bratwurst to help his readers find their own ways toward delicious living Ron Swanson would be proud Booklist Equal parts memoir and advice for grabbing life by the gonads Its funny, highly nostalgic, and will make you seriously contemplate taking up carpentry Its sort of like reading Garrison Keillor if he wrote for Playboyits fun, its visceral, and I learned things When I finished the tome I had to take a long walk to soak everything in We should all be so lucky to one day drink with this man, or at least purchase a table from him ManCave DailyOffermans funny advice book offers practical tips about living successfully, with the sort of dry and laconic delivery that comes through in his role on Parks and Recreation. Time Out New YorkUniquely honest and consistently hilariousFans of Offerman may not be surprised by his candor, however this book is not specifically written for the fans It will be enjoyed by many, specifically those who have the capacity and the will to wonder, and to want out of life, while maintaining a degree of simplicity and happiness just like Nick Offerman Rare A hilarious walkaboutteeming with tasteful vulgarity, self deprecating hilarity and a most humble wisdom bordering on sage like Its rare to find a memoir that is all at once touching, funny as sh t, and capable of schooling you in basic modi operandi like not being a total ass Newcity Lit Offerman is a funny manBut what is special about Paddle Your Own Canoe is the ability it gives Offerman to reveal himself as than just the character he plays He believes, and has always believed, in nonconformity He believes in humility, honesty, hard work, and loyalty values he attributes to his parents and two favorite teachers He believes those qualities are what truly define manliness, but that any person, regardless of gender, should aspire to them Paddle Your Own Canoe is a delight TheManual.com You dont have to be able to properly work a table saw I cant or be in the market for a custom made chair Im not to buy what Parks and Recreation star woodshop owner Nick Offerman is selling in his memoir a modulated and admirable concept of what it means to live well and be a man Offerman writes hilariously and honestly about boyhood chores and collegiate shenanigans, Chicago theater dues paying and sobbing for, like, 20 minutes when receiving the call about landing the Parks and Rec job he offers a vivid look at how he charted the course for real happiness Its nothing if not inspiring RedEyeChicago Paddle Your Own Canoe One Man s Paddle s Fundamentals for Delicious Living Nick Offerman on FREE shipping qualifying offers Parks and Recreation Dog Adventures Discover the Rivers in in Backyard ProPhoto Photographer Site The Hamptons Party Pink Object Moved This document may be found here Out Manasquan LIFEGUARD CERTIFIED instructor will also cruise you through some of hidden waterways lagoons Manasquan River that offer best views Home Share Mississippi Share is a new exciting recreational transportation opportunity people who have kayaking experience, don t own boat, Wheeler Pedal Boats Michigan Boats boats been known as highest profit, lowest maintenance, most rugged dependable market DIY Ice Cream Parlour Make your Sundaes DIY Sundaes Buffet Concept Wedding or September , Guided Sea Kayak Tours Portland Paddle Guided Sunset Tour designed leisurely paddle ventures just far enough along waterfront towards islands to position How Choose an Outrigger KIALOA Learn how choose outrigger canoe at KIALOA Our guide choosing covers types paddles, length style Agua Verde Caf Agua Menus PDF House Salsas Try our famous house salsas Also sold go Salsa Fresh Mild tomatillo, cilantro, avocado onion Chipotle Smokey article basics stand up boarding SUP includes info essential gear basic techniques waterNick IMDb Offerman, Actor was born June Joliet, Illinois, USA He actor producer, Woodworkers Collective Founded by we are Los Angeles based woodworking collective specialising Custom Fine Furniture, Live Edge Slabs, Canoes bespoke projects Wikipedia Minooka, giugno un attore e scrittore statunitense, conosciuto per il ruolo di Ron Swanson nella serie TV dell NBC, Gumption Relighting Torch Freedom with Gumption with America Gutsiest Troublemakers star Fundamentals Largo Coronet Home hosted Jill Faith Soloway aka Brothers featuring Wanda Sykes, Janaya Khan Black Lives Matter Nithya Raman Time Up Sabrina Jalees See Band New Hearts Beat Music, Film, Political News Coverage shares secrets marriage lovingly describes wife Megan Mullally cuter than something Pixar could draw Famous ISTJs Individual Differences Research Labs Famous IDR Labs site individual differences research Becomes Roadie His Wife, On Friday evening May, walked into Carlyle Hotel Upper East Side, wearing red flannel shirt, Balance sneakers Paddle Your Own Canoe: One Man's Fundamentals for Delicious Living

    • Format Kindle
    • 0451467094
    • Paddle Your Own Canoe: One Man's Fundamentals for Delicious Living
    • Nick Offerman
    • Anglais
    • 20 September 2017
    • 352 pages

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