Tag: Playful

Posted in Family, Humor

“Yolking It”

Posted on by Neal Saye

So here’s a little shot of a corner of our kitchen. Our trio basket of perishables. Some of our cook books. A few spices.

But wait, before you move on, take a moment to look back up in the upper left hand corner of the photo.

See them? Two little chicken heads.

When both of them transitioned to our home via Amazon, I had no idea what they were.

But Robert had … adopted them.

I endured their relentless clucking for several days until I finally confronted HR and asked him, “Why? What?”

Unfazed by my frustrated confusion, he simply directed me to look at their mouths

“Oh … kay…” I answered, still not understanding.

“Neal, you crack an egg into the crown of the cute little dish. Then you tilt it forward and only the egg white pours out of the mouth!!!

He explained this with absolute thrill.

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

“But I just crack the egg and pour out the white carefully, “I replied.

Robert just stared back.

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 9/1/23

Posted on by Neal Saye

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. HR’s homemade version of the Egg McMuffin. Really good!

(Should I make him apply for a job at McDonald’s?)

2. Surviving Idalia here in my Savannah.

But nothing too bad where we are near the river. Thanksgiving!

3. This article about trees in Atlanta. PLEASE READ IT. It’s so much more than just about trees.

Here’s the link:

https://www.cnn.com/2023/08/28/opinions/atlanta-tree-canopy-climate-heat-cop-city-wilkinson/index.html

4. My (and your) ability to make decisions. To weigh pros and cons.

5. The Joy of Friday. Maybe it’s because I am a retired educator, but every Friday morning brings me a bit of unfiltered joy, the beginning of the weekend!

May this Friday introduce a joyous weekend ahead for you.

Posted in The Artful Dodger, Unexpected Art

“The Artful Dodger“ #21

Posted on by Neal Saye

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

So recently HR (“Husband Robert,” come on now, you know that) made a simple but yummy breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage patties (from local fresh-from-the-farm-meats 920 Cattle & Company, up the road from us).

“Neal, it’s ready.”

I morning-stumbled to the table … and almost instantly SAW THEM.

Twins. TWINS! Dressed in casual but elegant Sunshine Morning Yellow Rompers.

I sat down. Asked their names.

“Lisa and Liam, sir. Yours?”

“Neal.”

“You both look so cute,” I gushed. “And you smell just SO good!”

“Thank you,” they hesitantly responded.

“Are you a cannibal, sir?”

Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 8/5/23 “$1.5 Billion Pickles“

Posted on by Neal Saye

So today, after buying the winning ticket for Monday Night’s $1.5 billion Mega Millions Lottery …

… a distressing thought occurred to me, interrupting my more-pleasant day dream about the hippest colors for matching Land Rovers for Robert and me. The Distressing Thought:

“What if, because of some Freak Accident by The Universe, I DON’T WIN?!”

After hyperventilating and falling into the depths of despair far too long for a man of my age, I finally came to my senses, realizing that there’s more than one way to get 1.5 billion dollars. Duh.

Then, Creative that I am, it didn’t take me long to come up with a viable Plan B.

A PICKLE BUSINESS!

Right?! Yes?! You with me?

I got to work, feeling so lucky that HR and I had just purchased some beautiful fancy cucumbers.

TIB (Truth in Blogging): Robert prepped the cucumbers, using his Fancy Stainless Steel Kitchen Mandoline Slicer thingy, which he won’t let me ANYWHERE near. He says I would kill myself because of my wandering attention span.

See? You’re believing in me now, I bet.

The name of my new $1.5 Billion Pickle Company?

“NEAL’S DILLS,” of course.

Posted in My Saturday Evening Post

My Saturday Evening Post: 7/29/23 “Group Hug”

Posted on by Neal Saye

So for lunch on Thursday, HR (“Husband Robert” for the uninitiated) suggested we drive across the Savannah River to Bluffton SC and eat at Cahill’s.

We’ve eaten there several times before, and their Meat and Three is just scrumptious.

Oh goodness, Cahill’s Fried Chicken is Southern Culinary Joy.

For my Three, I chose sweet potato soufflé, collards and creamed corn. Robert got mashed potatoes with gravy, pickled beets and stewed cabbage. (We kept reaching our forks across the table to each other’s plates.). Washing it down with sweet tea, the “champagne of the south,” as Dolly Parton says.

HR’s plate

The grounds of the working farm are simply beautiful.

Robert, who grew up in Inner City Baltimore, kept trying to pet and then milk this fake cow (bull?).

When I told him it was a statue of a cow, he got all huffy and stormed off toward the (real) chicken coops and the giant oaks proudly displaying their recently rained-on Resurrection Fern. (Do you know about Resurrection Fern? It looks brown and dead until rain. Then it is gloriously alive.)

HR storming off.

“See”? HR asks, as if he caused the Resurrection Fern to resurrect.

When we got home, with our odds and ends we purchased at Cahill’s Market, Robert placed the few items on the cutting board for a photo op. The peppers and the tomato quickly scooted close to each other in a Group Hug.

If we could all be like vegetables!

Okay, sorry, if we could all be like fruits and vegetables.

Posted in Humor

“Pine-Apple-ing”

Posted on by Neal Saye

So I walked into our bathroom, an hour or so ago, in order to, well you know.

I started to sit down and saw this …

“Wait, what’s going on?” I thought, as I leisurely, then worriedly gazed at the curtained window. “Is this my bathroom?! Where AM I?”

“Is that an alien just outside my bathroom window? Look at his/her TALL hair!”

Terrified, I was ready to squeal, to yell for HR (Husband Robert- you know that!) to come help me, when I decided that, “No, let’s pull back the curtain. Kind of like with the Wizard of Oz.”

And then I realized.

HR had just put the pineapple in the bathroom window to catch some sun and ripen a bit more.

But seriously, IN THE BATHROOM?!

Posted in Five Friday Happy Bringers

Five Friday Happy Bringers 7/14/23

Posted on by Neal Saye

My weekly gratitude journal, of sorts.

1. Air conditioning in Savannah in July.

2. Air conditioning in Savannah in July.

3. Air conditioning in Savannah in July.

4. Air conditioning in Savannah in July.

5. Air conditioning in Savannah in July.

OKAY, maybe a few more Happy Bringers …

6. Grandson, Daniel, as Raoul, in “Phantom of the Opera” here in Savannah for a two-week run.

7. My “knee-d” for coffee each morning.

8. My obsession (but a fun obsession) with colorful paper napkins.

9. The simple Joy of Friday.

10. Georgia peaches.

I hope you have a peachy weekend ahead.