Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 2/7/25

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Savannah winter camellias … in my bathroom.

2. My Crock Pot Sunday Sirloin Tip Roast, which we had, well, last Sunday.

Here’s a photo timeline of how it went down.

Put it in the Crock Pot, then walk away for eight hours.

But unlike Lot’s unfortunate wife, you know in the Sodom and Gomorrah saga, I did not look back and be turned into a pillar of Morton Salt.

Gracious, do I ever look like a grumpy old man, even if I am wearing my Christmas jammy pants, which may be out of season, but oh so comfortable and fashionable.

Eight hours later …

And because I’m sure you want to know, I’m out of my Christmas jammy pants by now. But seriously, do they expect you to wear your holiday attire ONLY on the holiDAY itself?!

Oh my GOODness!

Okay, I’ve probably brought you to near catastrophic boredom ranting about this roast, but do you know the difference between top and tip sirloin? I admit that I did not. Well, let AI inform us …

Here is what AI did not tell you: “tip” is substantially cheaper than “top,” (which is why I bought it to begin with).

You can now splash some cold water on your face and continue reading about my remaining Happy Bringers.

3. The amazing ability to SEE! In any direction. Take a moment to be grateful for this miracle. Everybody doesn’t have it.

4. Somehow, on a walk yesterday afternoon near us here in Savannah, being able to see a little beauty even in the wake of destruction.

A tree which had to be cut back because of disease.

Or maybe that’s not beauty. What do you think?

5. Completing 14,000 minutes of meditation this week.

But seriously, wouldn’t you think I’d be a bit more … enlightened by now?! Instead of still sometimes wondering what meditation actually is.

May you have a WONDERful Weekend ahead.

Posted in Food Joy

It Takes Muscle to Eat a Mussel.

Living in Coastal Georgia, I LOVE fresh seafood.

HR does too, as long as it’s shrimp, lobster, crab, crayfish or fish. He turns his nose up at oysters, clams and mussels. Poor thing.

So the other day, we were at Fresh Market stocking up on a few weekly deals. We were chatting with our favorite butcher lady, Lise, who just happened to be standing behind the counter hovering dangerously close (I thought) over several bags of fresh mussels.

I absolutely LOVE steamed mussels in garlic and white wine sauce. So I grabbed a bag (before Lise fell on them).

She gave me the suggestion to use leeks instead of shallots “for a better flavor profile.” Ooookaayy.

The next day, I pulled out my Julia Child apron and went at it.

Did you know that first you have to wash the mussels in cold water and … all purpose flour?

“Why?” you ask.

Well, to put a little beard on them, of course! “Beard” is actually the term used in my favorite recipe. The beard somehow attaches to any dirt or grime that still may be on them.

The beard is the little white line at the crack of the mussel where the flour adheres.

The next step is to use your finger to wipe away all those little beards. Which is harder to do than it sounds. And which borders on disgusting.

So I de-beard very quickly and get on with the more fun parts.

Next you throw together your base consisting of white wine, chicken stock, heavy cream, lemon juice, shallots, garlic, red pepper flakes, lemon zest and juice, parsley, salt and pepper. Whew.

Add the mussels and steam the big mess for about five minutes.

Please note that HR threw in a few large shrimp for good measure. (A bit unfairly, I thought.)

Here’s my bowl …

And here’s HR’s …

One mussel!

And finally, the test …

He didn’t jump up and down in culinary ecstasy, but he didn’t throw the shell at me either. I considered it a win.

What a Deliciously Joyful Lunch!

Empty shells. Goodbye mussels.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 1/3/25

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Discovering Buc-ee’s (that people seem to rave about) on our recent drive to Baltimore.

Robert and I have never been to one before.

This is a gas station?!

2. Athletic Grandson Gabriel, along with teammate Peyton, earning the All Tournament Team award AS FRESHMEN after Savannah Country Day School won their Holiday Basketball Tournament.

3. The wonderful ability to HEAR. What do you hear right now?

4. These World Famous (or so the menu said) Diner Chips at a little diner I found in Raleigh, North Carolina on our way back from Baltimore yesterday.

5. HR in front of this cool mural near the Inner Harbor in Baltimore.

May you get in front of some Weekend Joy ahead.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #23

A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.

Robert put together a quick yummy breakfast for us this morn.

And then I “put mine together” a little more festively.

His (her?) name is “Noel.”

(You know you have far too much time on your hands when you can rearrange the food on your plate.)

Posted in Delicious Joy

Boiling Joy

Tonight Robert and I started what we hope will become an annual holiday tradition: Having a Low Country Boil as a festive meal during the Christmas season.

What? You don’t know what I’m talking about?

“A low country boil is a beloved Southern dish with roots deeply embedded in the coastal regions of South Carolina and Georgia. This communal feast brings together a mix of seafood, sausage, potatoes, and corn, simmered together in a flavorful broth.” Alaskankingcrab.com

A Thousand “Yums”!