I love making smoothies without following any specific recipe.
This morn I noticed that our last Banana was on the Brink of Bereavement, so I asked if he would like to go for a final swim with his buddies Pineapple, Strawberry, Spinach, Turmeric, and Cayenne.
“ Yes, let me peel off what I’m wearing and I’ll jump right in!”
A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
So Robert and I were driving down the Truman Parkway here in Savannah the other day, minding our own business, when I casually looked out the passenger-side window and saw this.
Well actually, I “saw” nothing at first and started to look away, again casually, when a thunderous shout/scream reverberated through our little vehicle.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? TAKE A PICTURE—IT’LL LAST LONGER!”
Two things happened next. First, I quickly took another picture.
Second, before I glanced at the second photo, I nervously chuckled in my terror, remembering the famous Pee-wee Herman line.
The Chuckle Changed to Chagrin as I saw the bright, angry lightning pulse through the … the … the creature’s laughing mouth. See it?
“Robert!” I yelled. “Do you see him? We must leave this place! It harbors horror! Drive faster!”
HR took his eyes off the road for a second, long enough to give me a here-we-go-again stare, a stare one might bequeath a pitiful child or, perhaps, Pee Wee Herman.
“He was there. I saw him,” I countered.
But by that time the furtive creature had made his way into the words.
We rode the rest of the way home in silence.
This morning Robert and I visited our favorite local produce stand here in Savannah, Davis Produce.
“What was your Prettiest Purchase?” you ask.
Easy.
The Heirloom Sweet Bell Peppers!
I think my husband might be gay …
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.
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