4:54 last evening
It's about food, isn't it, it's always about food. My sister is scouting around to find us a restaurant that serves fried mullet. And not only Serves mullet, but Has mullet on the menu Available to order. There was a time when if you ordered fish in a Panama City restaurant, you got mullet. If mullet are going scarce, I've lived too long!
Thursday before buying tickets at the Grand, we went next door to 5 Guys for a hamburger. At 5 Guys, if you order a small French fries, you get a cup that's overflowing to nearly fill the bag. Who ever ordered a Large Fries at 5 Guys? Their cheeseburgers are good, I ate half of mine, half is for later.
"Midway", the film, quite accurate, the history side of it, IDK about the personal, romance, though I thought the lieutenant commander with the thin mustache had his eye on the lieutenant's wife. The memorable battle basically decimated the Japanese navy for the balance of WW2. If things had gone the other way, I'd need a computer here that typed Japanese characters. But we won, IDK about the O-4.
Early in the week we drove out to Tyndall AFB to shop at the BX. Returning, we took Tyndall Parkway so as to stop at Grocery Outlet for Victoria's Last Bite chicken salad. With an ongoing taste for cornbread (unsweetened, no sugar, please) I bought a small package of corn tortillas. Toasted hot and rolled up, they make decent cornbread, touch of butter on each bite, or dip in cane syrup. Or queso. Occurs to me this morning that old time born and bred Southerners might also like the corn tortillas toasted crispy, broken up into buttermilk, eat it with a spoon. Southern but not brought up eating that particular of our ethnic dishes (grits yes, thick with butter, salt & pepper - - never soupy, and never with milk & sugar, maybe befouled grits was why Yankees didn't like grits back when Southerner and Yankee were not politically incorrect), no cornbread in buttermilk for me.
For good and sufficient reason, no longer do I buy buttermilk, but when I did it was "Bulgarian style" that's thick, creamy, buttery.
Anyway, breakfast: two corn tortillas toasted warm but not crispy, spread chicken salad on. Second mug of black.
Okay, it must be still about food, our dinner for Harbour Village residents is this evening. Maybe we went two and three years ago, don't recall, but this Time last year we were on Hurrication in Exile west of Panama City Beach, preparing to move yet again, further west across Philips Inlet Bridge into Walton County for December into April, then back to PCB from April into August. HV is still a beehive of repairs, but we are happily back home for whatever The Duration brings.
In another Time and place, Hurrication Exile might have been enjoyed on the road traveling to various campgrounds around the South. Or on cruises we once wanted to take and never got round to. It is what it is, eh.
We are on Track 1, which I prefer because it's series of OT Bible stories through the Season after Pentecost, but Episcopal parishes on lectionary Track 2 should expect to encounter this OT reading this coming Sunday, 17 Nov.
Malachi 4:1-2a
See, the day is coming, burning like an oven, when all the arrogant and all evildoers will be stubble; the day that comes shall burn them up, says the Lord of hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch. But for you who revere my name the sun of righteousness shall rise, with healing in its wings.
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Sounding pretty grim for those on the wrong side of Heilsgeschichte, it's a warning of the End Time. For everyone else, a promise.
T
Thursday before buying tickets at the Grand, we went next door to 5 Guys for a hamburger. At 5 Guys, if you order a small French fries, you get a cup that's overflowing to nearly fill the bag. Who ever ordered a Large Fries at 5 Guys? Their cheeseburgers are good, I ate half of mine, half is for later.
"Midway", the film, quite accurate, the history side of it, IDK about the personal, romance, though I thought the lieutenant commander with the thin mustache had his eye on the lieutenant's wife. The memorable battle basically decimated the Japanese navy for the balance of WW2. If things had gone the other way, I'd need a computer here that typed Japanese characters. But we won, IDK about the O-4.
Early in the week we drove out to Tyndall AFB to shop at the BX. Returning, we took Tyndall Parkway so as to stop at Grocery Outlet for Victoria's Last Bite chicken salad. With an ongoing taste for cornbread (unsweetened, no sugar, please) I bought a small package of corn tortillas. Toasted hot and rolled up, they make decent cornbread, touch of butter on each bite, or dip in cane syrup. Or queso. Occurs to me this morning that old time born and bred Southerners might also like the corn tortillas toasted crispy, broken up into buttermilk, eat it with a spoon. Southern but not brought up eating that particular of our ethnic dishes (grits yes, thick with butter, salt & pepper - - never soupy, and never with milk & sugar, maybe befouled grits was why Yankees didn't like grits back when Southerner and Yankee were not politically incorrect), no cornbread in buttermilk for me.
For good and sufficient reason, no longer do I buy buttermilk, but when I did it was "Bulgarian style" that's thick, creamy, buttery.
Anyway, breakfast: two corn tortillas toasted warm but not crispy, spread chicken salad on. Second mug of black.
Okay, it must be still about food, our dinner for Harbour Village residents is this evening. Maybe we went two and three years ago, don't recall, but this Time last year we were on Hurrication in Exile west of Panama City Beach, preparing to move yet again, further west across Philips Inlet Bridge into Walton County for December into April, then back to PCB from April into August. HV is still a beehive of repairs, but we are happily back home for whatever The Duration brings.
In another Time and place, Hurrication Exile might have been enjoyed on the road traveling to various campgrounds around the South. Or on cruises we once wanted to take and never got round to. It is what it is, eh.
We are on Track 1, which I prefer because it's series of OT Bible stories through the Season after Pentecost, but Episcopal parishes on lectionary Track 2 should expect to encounter this OT reading this coming Sunday, 17 Nov.
Malachi 4:1-2a
See, the day is coming, burning like an oven, when all the arrogant and all evildoers will be stubble; the day that comes shall burn them up, says the Lord of hosts, so that it will leave them neither root nor branch. But for you who revere my name the sun of righteousness shall rise, with healing in its wings.
++++++++=
Sounding pretty grim for those on the wrong side of Heilsgeschichte, it's a warning of the End Time. For everyone else, a promise.
T