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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 7/7/23 “A Tomato Standout”

Posted on by Neal Saye

Definitely Marveling this morning!

So the other day, HR and I were spending far more time than is socially acceptable walking around and looking at all the fresh veggies and fruits at our favorite local market, Davis Produce, near us here in Savannah on the way out to the ocean.

When all of a sudden, I saw her …

An incredible beauty of a tomato.

A work of natural art.

Striped glory.

So of course, I rescued her from retail and brought her home.

What a Standout she is among her brothers and sisters!

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 7/31/23 “The Grandeur of Green”

Posted on by Neal Saye

Marveling this Monday Morn at the Grandeur of my favorite color, Green.

The yummy green in my homemade vegetable broth.

Grandson Daniel loving the green in “Wicked” on Broadway the other day.
And sporting green, while hamming it up at “Little Shop of Horrors”

Home grown tomatoes trying to steal green’s glory in a simple summer salad.

“Weeds” finding a way to thrive through man’s pavement.

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 7/3/23 “Giggling in the Grocery”

Posted on by Neal Saye

Marveling at the Joy and Humor of accepting—even embracing—the truth that we are all Imperfect.

GIGGLE #1

So the other day I was in Kroger, minding my own business and heading down the refrigerated coffee creamer aisle toward the Nutpods. (TMI?) A slim pretty lady, dressed Lululemon-ishly in yoga pants and a cool form-fitting t-shirt flashing three big words, came barreling toward me, with phone in hand feverishly texting her husband to remind him of their luncheon date at the club. Okay, I made up that last part, but I am NOT making up what happened next.

Continuing her multitask walk/jog/text exercise routine, Fit Lady, with head down, slammed directly into me before I had the common sense to skulk* against the butter.

*skulk: “to get out of sight, typically with a cowardly motive.”

To her credit. Lulu, clearly embarrassed, profusely apologized, then made her way toward the organic, gluten-free, goat’s milk yogurt. Okay, I made up that last part again.

But I’m not making up the three words on the front of her T-shirt: “BE HERE NOW.”

GIGGLE #2

The other day, Robert and I sashayed into Whole Foods, he detouring just past the entrance to look at the flowers, while I glanced at the featured items front and center.

But before I tell you what I saw, let me remind you of part of the Whole Foods mission statement:

Here’s what I saw.

“Homemade whipped cream!” I gasped. “I bet that’s better than Cool Whip.”

Excited far beyond a normal range, I leaned in a little closer.

“Wait, what does that say in the fine print?” I asked myself with growing concern.

I hustled HR away from the sunflowers and hydrangea blooms, and we both stood there, giggling imperfectly in the front of “Whole” Foods.

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Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 5/22/23

Posted on by Neal Saye

Marveling at our weekend discovery.

So HR and I were standing in line at the grocery checkout, minding our own business, when something caught our attention in the cart belonging to the lady in front of us. It contained a colorfully wrapped loaf of bread (we surmised) that we had never seen or heard of before.

Robert, braver and friendlier than me in starting up convos with perfect strangers, scooted a little closer to her cart and asked, “Excuse me, ma’am, but could you tell me what that is?” pointing to the red, white and blue package.

She was delightful (which is so much better than screaming for store security), explaining that “THIS is the most DELICIOUS Puerto Rican bread! I grew up eating it.” Soft and sweet on the inside and slightly crunchy on the outside. Perfect for morning toast, or sandwiches or anything else.

We became fast friends. And chatted till she finished paying and left us. We felt lonely.

So we hightailed it over to the bakery. And were DEVASTATED when we were told that the Puerto Rican bread had sold out for the day! “It sells out early.”

We somehow made it through the rest of the long day and night, and were back in the bakery section the next morning.

Recognizing us from our pitiful disappointment of the day before, the young lady behind the bakery counter told us apologetically that the Puerto Rican bread had just come out of the oven and it would be about 30 minutes before she could package it.

Fake-smiling, we went back out to the car where I read to Robert for thirty minutes (we’re on our 165th book together!), then rushed back in and claimed our prize.

We had it last night with HR’s scrumptious New York strip …

I cut it thick on purpose so it wouldn’t be intimidated by Robert’s flashy steak.

And then again this morning with leftover ham, egg and rhubarb/strawberry jam …

We LOVE our delicious new discovery!