cold, salty, primo
Wednesday the text came, so Thursday morning we drove out to Tyndall to get my new eyeglasses. Same prescription for several years, and a thin black frame that I like and have long settled on.
The optical shop is in the building with the BX, the barbershop, the Commissary, and several other shops, so when we drive that far we like to wander the Exchange and the Commissary. I buy chocolate for Malinda at the BX, always check for bargains on the Apple computer shelf (a few years ago Apple switched to their own chip and the BX had MacBooks with the old chip at half price, but I let it go, a half-price MacBook is still several Times the price of other brands the BX offers).
In the Commissary I usually buy a package of the 96% lean ground beef, which I like to make wide, very thin patties and cook them in a searing hot pan count one two three four five, flip over, count one two three four five and onto my prewarmed plate. Good anyTime, especially for breakfast with two or three eggs over medium on top. Mug of hot & black. If you try it, take care not to count too slow, nomesane?
In the Commissary, Linda bought a bottle of New Zealand Manuka Honey, which has a reputation as medicinal honey, but Thursday evening for supper I had it on Linda's cornbread (Southern, no sugar), brown honey, very thick, and most tasty. May stir again my love for honey, which Mama used to buy me when I was a boy. Clover honey, wildflower honey, sourwood honey, and our cultic tupelo honey, which moves to the same class as the mayonnaise wars. There's a honey shop in Apalachicola that offers a great variety of honey and packaging sizes. They also sell honey mead, and you can taste it there. Not sure, but I may still have some here in 7H. Seems to me it was from Poland, and ran about $60 a bottle.
In the Commissary's frozen food section, international items, I looked for stuffed poblano peppers but none. Under old ownership at Los Antojitos here in St Andrews the menu had poblano stuffed with spinach and smothered with melted cheese, which is my favorite; but the last Time we ate there it wasn't on the menu - - stuffed with beef, chicken, but not spinach. Eating in a Mexican cafe I like to order a Dos Equis, a chicken enchilada and the stuffed poblano.
The food trip isn't over yet - - on the way home, just before 12 noon we turned off US98 into Millville for a quick stop at Gene's Oyster Bar while the milk and other chilled groceries waited in the car. The oysters today were from Alabama, farmed, a little larger than medium, cold, salty, and primo. When Genes or Captain's Table or Hunt's have those large Louisiana and Texas oysters I love those, because of the size maybe a little more than the small but superb Cedar Key oysters; but the Apalachicola oysters I had at CTable while they had them were large and double prime - - I reckon I had my turn at them and if I understand the rules, they won't be available again until this Time next year.
Recognizing that "this Time next year" is challenging for a nonagenarian.
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Anticipating a hard freeze tonight, all Linda's porch plants are inside, including the grapefruit seeds that she's planted, are sprouted, and she's nursing along lovingly. Those seeds are from ruby red grapefruit from TJCC's grapefruit trees in Tallahassee, that came from Linda's mother getting up from the breakfast table with a handful of red grapefruit seeds, going outside into the yard at The Old Place when she lived there with us, poking holes in the dirt, dropping seeds in, covering up and smoothing over. In a few years we had a huge grapefruit tree producing dozens of ruby red grapefruit every season. Jeremy's trees are from Linda's mother's imagination.
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As I said, our weather forecast for tonight is hard freeze. Should be beautiful on St Andrews Bay as I have my first magic mug of hot & black from my coffee club.
Life is Good. Longfellow - - we can make our lives sublime. SomeTimes I'm pretty sure my life is just that.
Blessings and good evening from 7H.
T90
image: 1948 Buick Super sedan. Maybe the ultimate car of my heart