Tag: Husband

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #27

Posted on by Neal Saye

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.

Posted in Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling?

Monday Moaning or Monday Marveling? 7/14/25

Posted on by Neal Saye

Oh my goodness! I’m still MARVELING over Robert’s absolutely amazing Scalloped Potatoes in Cast Iron Sunday Night Supper …

Putting it in the oven.

Taking it out of the oven. 

It was actually a full meal because Robert added layers of turkey and ham — and then some bacon on top.

(I unsuccessfully tried to convince myself that it was sort of vegetarian since it had so many potatoes.)

Posted in Robert and …

“Robert and … #45”

Posted on by Neal Saye

A blog category of photos I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.

I haven’t done a “Robert and …” post in a while. Truth be told, I had forgotten about the category. (Don’t tell Robert.) So …

Robert and … Consummate Coffee Service.

Breakfast yesterday at one of our favorite coffee bars here in Savannah, Flora and Fauna.

HR Serving Coffee and … Love.

Posted in Travel

Miami Day Four: South Beach-ing

Posted on by Neal Saye

Breakfast on our little balcony.

Our Travel Buddies playing second fiddle to the coffee.

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.”

Showing my age with an umbrella.

Our Travel Buddies went with us! It was so difficult getting sunscreen on them.

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

HR smashing a smash burger.

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:

Where did they get all those rubber ducks?!

A terrific day at the beach.

Posted in Robert and …

“Robert and … #44”

Posted on by Neal Saye

A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.

Robert and … a big hunk of Roquefort cheese.

TIB (Truth in Blogging): I have never bought a hunk of blue cheese before. I usually buy it as a container of crumbles. I was surprised at how much more succulently moist it was compared to my lowly crumbles.

Blue cheese seems to be one of those foods that people either love or hate. Similar to oysters.

TIB 2: HR doesn’t like oysters.

TIB 3: HR doesn’t like blue cheese.

TIB 4: I still like HR.

Here he is, dramatically explaining something or other. I can’t remember what. I wasn’t paying much attention. I was too focused on my blue cheese.

“Roquefort is one of the oldest known cheeses. It was reportedly the favourite cheese of the emperor Charlemagne, and in France it is called le fromage des rois et des papes (the cheese of kings and popes).” Brittanica.com

So what exactly is Roquefort cheese?

“Roquefort is a blue cheese with a unique flavor profile that originates from the picturesque Roquefort-sur-Soulzon region in France. Its distinctively rich, tangy taste and creamy texture have made it an enthusiast’s favorite among cheese lovers around the world. This cheese, aged for three to five months in local limestone caves, holds a protected designation of origin (PDO) status.” cheese.com

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