Callaway
Joe is coming today, son Joe, from his home in Winston-Salem, NC. Driving down, and said he's bringing five pounds of the BBQ beef brisket he brought a sample of when he came last year, July 2018 after Malinda's first brain episode and two surgeries and before the dual catastrophe of October 10, a day that will, as FDR put it after the 7 Dec 1941 Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, live in infamy.
Yesterday we drove across the bridge and across town to shop at Grocery Outlet's store on Tyndall Parkway in Callaway, buying a few things on Linda's list for Joe's visit, including ice cream, Blue Bell's strawberry with homemade vanilla, lotsa strawberries in it.
From there we went down to the traffic light and turned east on SR22 and out to Reel Time Fishers, which was featured in a PCNH article. Combination fish market and seafood cafe. Arrived too early for the mullet, but I had a dozen half shell oysters. I'm no oyster connoisseur by any means, but with the first one I had the sense of eating an Apalalchicola oyster, and I told Linda these oysters were just tonged up this morning. When I inquired, the server said she didn't know but that they got oysters from several sources including Cape Cod (do they really harvest and ship oysters from Cape Cod? maybe she meant Chesapeake Bay?), when someone in back spoke up, "those are from Apalachicola", so I was right. What's a difference? IDK.
They were good, but should have been hosed down before shucking, as came to the table muddy outside and in, but I ate and enjoyed and it's far from the first time I've had Apalachicola oysters with a bit of Bay mud. When we lived there, 1984 to 1998, buying a gallon of oysters (lasted me four days in those years), you had to specify that you wanted them "not washed and blowed", the local expression for the commercial process that destroyed the natural saltiness.
We're looking for Joe about two or three, and he's staying the week, almost always comes in July for his mom's birthday. Which is why we bought the ice cream. Ice box lemon pie with real whipped cream, thick and heavy.
RSF&PTL
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Yesterday we drove across the bridge and across town to shop at Grocery Outlet's store on Tyndall Parkway in Callaway, buying a few things on Linda's list for Joe's visit, including ice cream, Blue Bell's strawberry with homemade vanilla, lotsa strawberries in it.
From there we went down to the traffic light and turned east on SR22 and out to Reel Time Fishers, which was featured in a PCNH article. Combination fish market and seafood cafe. Arrived too early for the mullet, but I had a dozen half shell oysters. I'm no oyster connoisseur by any means, but with the first one I had the sense of eating an Apalalchicola oyster, and I told Linda these oysters were just tonged up this morning. When I inquired, the server said she didn't know but that they got oysters from several sources including Cape Cod (do they really harvest and ship oysters from Cape Cod? maybe she meant Chesapeake Bay?), when someone in back spoke up, "those are from Apalachicola", so I was right. What's a difference? IDK.
They were good, but should have been hosed down before shucking, as came to the table muddy outside and in, but I ate and enjoyed and it's far from the first time I've had Apalachicola oysters with a bit of Bay mud. When we lived there, 1984 to 1998, buying a gallon of oysters (lasted me four days in those years), you had to specify that you wanted them "not washed and blowed", the local expression for the commercial process that destroyed the natural saltiness.
We're looking for Joe about two or three, and he's staying the week, almost always comes in July for his mom's birthday. Which is why we bought the ice cream. Ice box lemon pie with real whipped cream, thick and heavy.
RSF&PTL
T