1. The Terrific Tomato Tart Robert and I made this week with tomatoes from nearby Davis Produce.
2. Watching the Braves beat the Cardinals 8-5 at Truist Park last night.
3. The ability to laugh at ourselves and not take ourselves so seriously.
4. Grandson Daniel “being all shy” singing The National Anthem at the yearly kickoff celebration of the United Way of the Coastal Empire at the Savannah Convention Center.
Practicing the day before …
The event …
You can hear him here …
I asked his mom, Amy, if Daniel gets nervous at large events such as this.
“He’s not the slightest bit nervous. But I am a wreck until it’s over.”
5. Living in a world with so many wonderful books to read. Here is the current novel HR and I are reading together. Robert does most of the driving, so I read aloud. This is our 178th book together.
(May the book banners be banned.)
And may your weekend ahead be a personal anthem of joy and freedom.
HR and my Sunday Roast (on Tuesday night), with potatoes, carrots, onions and mushrooms for supper. (I like the word “supper” so much better than “dinner.”)
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 …