I like Savannah. It’s a nice city, as cities go. The bookstores think too much of themselves, but the city is nice. That said, I miss the Farm and the dogs, and Tiger. Check out those cloud formations. Not entirely clear to me why one needs to focus on VR when RR is right here,
The first thing you need to do when you have a job is to SHOW THE FU [sorry] show up for work. I’ll leave it to you to amuse yourselves this evening while Mr. Big Food and I enjoy a lovely evening in the airport in Tel Aviv. Our flight was scheduled to depart at
Me: Fillet of Sea Brim, and rice with black lentils Mr. Big Food: St. Peter fish from The Sea of Galilee.
Mr. Big Food and I shared one “entree” (appetizer) and one “main”, [note comma placement & discuss]. We returned to our room with assorted breads, hummus, and wine. We both liked how the hummus was presented. A “yolk” of hummus in the center surrounded by the “white” of olive oil. Note to self– remember this!
From that infallible source: An Israeli breakfast is a distinctive style of breakfast that originated on the Israeli collective farm called a kibbutz, and is now served at most hotels in Israel and many restaurants. It has been called “the Jewish state’s contribution to world cuisine”. During the early days of the state of Israel,
A poor photo, but an amazing view. The food continues to please. More as time allows.
The food in Tel Aviv is out of this world. The breads are in a world of their own.
Check this out. This might be the most orderly thing I’ve ever done. You have no idea how many outfits lie under this one. I mentioned this particular one– one some of you will well recognize– the other evening. We will be leaving Rocky & Missy– and Daughter C and the J-Man– for some
Atlanta sucks. If you are a real live human being, every thing about Atlanta sucks. There is no reason on God’s Green Earth that it should take more than 30 minutes to make your way from the north part of I-85 to the west part of I-20 around Atlanta. Well over an hour. Unacceptable. I
Set up: I left Farther Along Farm, Mississippi at about 7:30am on July 6th, landing in Chapel Hill, North Carolina about 8pm (eastern). Record time. I returned just the day before yesterday. During those two weeks– and of course in addition to welcoming Baby Bunny– I kept my eyes open as best as I could.
Mr. Big Food, Daughter C, and I were in New York City for the blizzard of 2000. We’d been at a conference held between Christmas and New Years. It began snowing over night and we woke to learn that the airports had shut down. Stranded in NYC. I’ll never forget turning on the local news
If you’ve been following along for a few years, you may recall Oven Meals. Oven meals work like this: Heat the oven up. Prepare a meat, stach, veggie & dessert. Put the dishes into the oven. Enjoy. This was an oven meal of Chicken, Rice, & Tomato Cups. The tomato concoction on the bottom left
Going to Texas is fun. There are two– possibly three?– Texases. There’s Old Texas like on King of the Hill where the Heroes are straight shooters and put up with a lot of crap but are vindicated in the end. John Wayne’s Alamo. There’s New Texas, a.k.a. Austin which from my point of view, never
with a Variegated Paddle Plant– a transplant (get it?) from Texas to Mississippi. Found at The Natural Gardener in Austin.
I asked that of Kat, Tony & Mr. Big Food this afternoon. Two ‘normal’ people at a Torchy’s Taco truck. [ROTFLMAO] BTW. The fried avocado taco was damn good.
Where it’s been raining/flooding and there is Dicky’s BBQ for supper. And where with regular precision the trucks go Dopplerling down I45 to points unknown. Thank the Good Lord Almighty that we have a FREE breakfast waiting for us in the morn. And free wifi. Praise Jesus.
was nice. The food was good.
An Alabama tradition.
Hungary is a beautiful country. And Budapest is… the Paris of the East. Things are not going well in Budapest, Hungary these days. (I took these photos in 2006 (top) and 1997 (bottom)). I like Hungary. I have Hungarian Friends. I had to scour my computer and the house for these two photographs– two of
Let’s go to Town! There is a new sign on the road to Town and I’m pretty sad about its pronouncement. For about 100 yards– after you go through the cotton field and Mr. Cotton Farmer’s enclave of cotton farmer homes– there are tall pines on both sides of this little bend in the road