A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So the other morning, I was finishing up HR’s yummy breakfast of local country ham, soft-scrambled eggs (one of his specialties—I don’t like hard scrambled!) and black raspberry-covered toast …
… when, Lo and Behold, I looked down and saw him :
But who is he? A character from Finding Nemo or The Little mermaid? Or what?
“Hello”
Marveling at our weekend discovery.
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 …
And then again this morning with leftover ham, egg and rhubarb/strawberry jam …
We LOVE our delicious new discovery!
A pinkish beauty on a visit to a farm near us here in Savannah.
A blog category of pics I’ve taken of HR (Hubby Robert) and … well, just about anything.
Robert and … a friendly goat.
Our latest project finds HR and me starting to explore some of Georgia’s farms which are open to the public. It’s a Farm Bureau program for 2023, where you visit various farms, get your “passport” stamped, meet some very cool people and shop a bit at the farm market.
This morning we visited Ottawa Farms over in nearby Bloomingdale.
And met the hippest goat.
My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.
1. This beautiful head of cabbage we got a nearby farm store, Pittman’s Country Market, over in Lyon, Ga.
We were fortunate enough to see the farmers hauling in the freshly picked cabbages.
2. Having dinner with grandson Daniel—far right—and his three best buddies (all actors like him).
Nearly impossible to keep up with their energy, but Robert and I had a blast!
3. Our refrigerator. It keeps things cold! And it even has a section that freezes! Do you have one? What an incredible blessing that I so often take for granted.
4. Robert’s fried (okay, okay, I know, fried) okra (okay, okay, I know, okra) the other evening.
Yum!
5. And corn on the cob.
I hope you have a delicious weekend ahead.
“Open”
Today I am starting a new, occasional blog post category: “Cutesy Tuesday,” highlighting what I consider to be cute.
So yesterday, Robert and I went to our favorite produce stand near us here in Savannah, Davis Produce, out near the Atlantic Ocean, and bought a big bunch of stuff.
But mainly pink-eyed crowder peas and okra. Okra is my favorite vegetable in the history of vegetables; okra is HR’s least favorite vegetable in the history of vegetables. Our marriage is vegetatively tenuous.
But looky there in the lower right-hand corner above (well, and below). When I emptied our bag of goodies, I saw him.
A lone peanut.
Somewhat robust, and holding his own against the okra.
I asked him why he came as the lone peanut, crowded out by the crowder peas and okra.
He responded,
Let us move forward as powerful individuals.
NealEnJoy 