A close friend and I drove her monster truck down to Pensacola to visit with friends at her spot on the beach. We were planning on a day spent in the sun, near the gulf, with our feet in the sand. We managed to make it to the beach, chairs in hand and with cooler. The wind and waves rolled in. We popped a top. The summer heat cooled off, which felt just right.
When the little peeps arrived at our house, they were a couple of days old. Being the non-farmers that we are, our peeps moved into first class real estate, the rabbit cage. Little peeps are too cute too watch. After watching a clutch or two grow, I am still amazed how they develop. Before they grow very big, the male peeps stand out over the females. The male chicks will strut about like they “own the rabbit cage”. The females learn to tolerate the males. Just about the time that there is not enough space to do so, they are ready to move to the big house. Continue reading “Peeps, chickens and Egg Pie”
On our little slice of country living, we have happy hens. The hens consist of a variety of breeds that lay their own version of a “country egg”. When I was growing up, chickens lived on farms. If you wanted to visit a farm, you had to drive way out to the country. A day spent in the country was a good day. Continue reading “Country eggs raised in a Condo”
As a child growing up in Louisiana, I was immersed in food flavors of the region. My parents had their fair share of entertaining. It was composed of southern traditional meals. Our location on the Gulf supplied easy access to great seafood. My Dad mastered the seafood boil whether it was shrimp, crawfish or crab. My sister GA Peach and I learned early to peel shrimp and pick out crab meat.
The crawfish “sucking heads” trick came later. Occasionally, my Dad and his friends would sit around the garage and shuck oysters. As a child or even teenager, this seemed about as disgusting as it could ever get. They would usually have a cold one near by. As a teenager even the lure of a beer did not entice me to try raw oysters. Continue reading “Crawfish Pies on the Bayo’”
My friends in Laguna Beach introduced me to the idea of Stand up paddleboarding or SUP. Surfing is a part of the community in Laguna. Patrick is a long time surfer and talented musician. “You can do it.” he said. I added it to my list of things to do while visiting he and Sharon in 2014. I never made it to the water. The time slipped away.
25 hours and 30 minutes with my two nephews have left me pondering all sorts of things. I am pretty sure that I have burned all sorts of calories running after a 3 and 6-year-old. The overnight at Mimi’s was a volunteer “gig” so that Mom and Dad could extend their long weekend. Memaw and I are doing a tag team to give a much-needed and well deserved break for their parents. Why a tag team? Well, Memaw and I are smarter than the average bear. We realize that “youngons” are for young-folk. It takes the two of us to cover the weekend. I had to take vitamins to cover my time slot. We won’t discuss that I caved about 7pm last night and mixed a refreshing Moscow Mule. Continue reading ““Can you make a snake Pancake?””
Is there anyone at home? If you’re a Pink Floyd fan, you may recognize the lyrics. The lyrics somehow seemed right for my first, “Shout out”. The dining with Mimi is my attempt to introduce you to my journey of food.
I was lucky enough to attend Rattle That Lock Tour by David Gilmour. I knew the concert would be great. David and his crew delivered an awesome performance. The concert offered the perfect amount of old and new music. The Rattle That Lock album is an excellent choice for your album collection. Continue reading ““Hello! Is there anyone in there? Just nod if you can hear me.””