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And from our wedding back in 2016 …


And that’s my Saturday Evening Post …

I know, I know. I’ve posted about okra before, but it really is my very favorite vegetable in all the world! And I also know that it is some folks’ very least favorite vegetable. (Although botanically, I understand okra is classified as a fruit.)
We picked up some local okra at the farmers market here in Savannah. And even though we don’t eat a lot of fried food, I simply HAD to fry the okra in the classically Southern manner.
I chopped the pods into beautiful little circles, added a hand sprinkle of water, a heaping tablespoon of flour, another heaping tablespoon of cornmeal, with several shakes of salt and pepper.

I then heated the oil until one of the little okra circles did a lively dance when I dropped him in my grandmother‘s ancient cast iron skillet.

The key to good Southern fried okra is to fry it in uncrowded batches. They like a little room as they swim in the hot oil.
Here’s a riveting video of my frying technique. Listen as the okra dances in the pan, similar to synchronized swimming.
I added Cayenne pepper for my second batch.
But what to serve with the fried okra?
Other fresh local vegetables, of course.
Vine-ripened tomatoes.

Red-eyed peas.

In case you didn’t know: “Red Eyed Peas” or “Red Peas” refers to a type of legume often described as an heirloom variety of cowpea, similar to black-eyed peas. They are a popular staple in Southern cuisine and have roots in West Africa. Google AI
Now it’s time to sit down and eat!

Delicious, Fresh and Local Summer Supper




HR and a hidden garden in Savannah’s Historic District near us.






After another yummy breakfast on our little balcony …


… and saying goodbye to our Miami Fortune House Airbnb …


… we headed to the Miami Amtrak and started homeward bounding. (Why do vacations have to end? Who came up with that idea?)


Soon after we boarded the train, the rain started to come down! (Bad weather had not been a problem at all during our lovely stay.)

But actually, lying back in our reclining chairs, the rain was rather nice.
Of course, a little later, our Travel Buddies begged to go with us to the Dining Car for lunch …



Oh look, here’s our delightful new-bestie and train car attendant Jasmine …



Perhaps the most surprising aspect of this train trip has been the really good quality of the food.
Dinner tonight was Flatiron Steak.






Well, our little roomette has been magically transformed into cozy berths. The travel buddies are vacation-exhausted. We’ve brushed our teeth and said our prayers, so it’s time to say “Goodnight.”


Breakfast on our little balcony.


With pastries from the Bakery at Versailles (from yesterday).

Left to right: Millefeuille au Caramel, Pistachio Cannoli and Tarta Santiago.
Oops, I smudged the Tarta Santiago. Here’s what it looked like before:

“Tarta de Santiago, or St. James Cake, is an almond cake from Galicia with its origins in the Middle Ages. The cake is a simple base of almonds, sugar and eggs, usually flavored with cinnamon and lemon zest.
It’s easy to identify it as it’s almost always adorned with powdered sugar with an imprint of the Cross of St. James, also known as the Cruz de Santiago.” sundaybaker.com
Now you know.
Stuffed, we made our way over to Miami Beach, South Beach to be specific, for a little morning “swim.”





Sun-tired, we trekked across Ocean Boulevard to one of my favorite restaurants from yesteryear, News Cafe.



Goodbye News Cafe. We had a great time.
Before heading back to downtown Miami, we Ubered over to the Lincoln Road Pedestrian Mall. Why? Because in my memory (from academic conference trips to the University of Miami a couple of decades ago) Lincoln Road was filled with all these quirky shops, bars and restaurants. No more. Big name stores everywhere.

But we did see this:


A terrific day at the beach.
