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 Joy, Humor

Left Behind

It’s hard to believe that a week ago Savannah was COVERED in snow and ice.

Quite the rarity.

But it’s 70° now, and I just finished a delightful afternoon walk.

But as I was traversing a particularly shady area, LO AND BEHOLD, look what I saw!

A gigantic Snow Frog leaping from the Monkey Grass onto the sidewalk directly in front of me.

I started to question his pedestrian sensibilities, but then decided against it.

I wanted to give him a little more precious time to get to wherever he was going.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #24

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

So I walked into the kitchen after Robert had been in there grabbing some grapes from the fridge.

I looked on the counter and saw this …

I started to get a tad irritated until my SAE (superior artistic eye) suddenly saw a work of art!

It is kinda pretty, isn’t it?

Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 1/11/25 “The Highest Bidder?”

So back in 1985 I started saving my yearly/monthly calendars.

I’m not sure why.

So that makes … what? Forty years in 2025.

I suppose it started out as just a way to remember birthdays, appointments, to do’s and other important (or unimportant) dates I was prone to forget. This was before the days of “Siri, remind me ….”

But it morphed into jottings of my hopes and dreams, my frustrations, my successes, my problems, my New Year’s Resolutions (difficult to look back over today), my very … non-Facebook life.

As I skim through the pages of years/years of pages, I see emerging themes: family, children, travel, career, wife, ex-wife, coming out, husband, grandchildren, parental deaths, medical issues, joy, sorrow … Life.

I’m not sure what to do with them. Leave them to my daughters? Burn them?

The National Enquirer? People Magazine? The highest bidder?

Here’s to my new calendar for 2025 and whatever it may bring.

May your 2025 calendar be filled with Good.

And that’s my Saturday Evening Post. 1/11/2025.