redjean has a four foot iguana living on her back patio. She said he knocked over a bucket of paint. I wonder if it is purple. We are a little afraid of how to get him out of there. The DO have teeth you know. If he is wandering around he will be dinner for a family so we just do not know what to do.
Have a great trip and bask in the glow of your birthday, WE will handle “The Biscuit” with the finesse of Tom Smith.
Can you all believe the McCain? What? He’s fixin’ to offer to debate Obama next Thursday and totally get rid of the VP debate. Rove’s paw-prints are all over this.
Dinner: salad, roasted rosemary potatoes and sauteed garlic chard. Man, I can still taste those steamers from this weekend! I could eat them at least twice a week! My source for butter clams has dried up and I’m getting peckish for them. I cut them, flour and salt/pepper them and fry in olive/peanut oil. Yum.
We are just trying to figure out how to net some fresh anchovies from Hood Canal. How about a pizza with fresh fried anchovies on it???
Come on up and enjoy the cool, Mango!
Mango – you aren’t the only one who wants to head north for dinner when Scotia brags on all the delicious stuff that is close to home for her! Stop by Dallas on your way North, and I’ll join ya.
But, thinking of truly fresh seafood, the absolutely freshest, most dee-licious fresh seafood memories for me is remembering the tiny little clams the boys on the beach at Zihuatenejo (back when there were only three flights a week from the Distrito Federal there, and the electricity was on only from noon to three PM) would bring up from the ocean, bring to our porch, and we kids would slurp ‘em up with a squeeze of lemon and a dash of chile! I don’t think that you can compare them to steamers, but oh! They were so sweet and delicious! And SO long ago….
Mango,
You might try moving your money into a local (as in Austin) credit union. They are still insured and if it’s local, it is alot more solvent than the big boy national banks. If you want, I’ll give you some CU’s that I know about.
I know my friends in Austin feel alot better that their money is in a local CU.
My friends,
I have a sorrowful memory from last May of being at Benno’s on the Beach on Seawall Blvd in Galveston on a lovely Sunday afternoon pigging out on fried shrimp and hush puppies and cole slaw talking to a really “Southern Bell” from LA about how to get the best meal out of “The Court of Two Sisters” in New Orleans. I got to take my sweetie to the Strand and to the bars I liked and the Alyssia and museum. Going on the piers looking at all the souvenirs and t-shirts and sitting in the rocking chairs looking out to the Gulf enjoying a cool drink. Peeking in the Balanese Room and seeing all the SIGNED pictures on the wall. Oh, and the seedy smoke filled bar in front that had a thousand stories in each piece of wood.
All gone, all gone. I loved New Orleans and got to spend time in the 70′s and 80′s. What a wonderful city. BUT, Galveston is a place that I grew up in. My family spent every other summer vacation there when families could TAKE a yearly vacation. I learned to swim really well in Galveston and go crabbing in Galveston. I still have a crab net I got from a local maker. It still smells of the Gulf.
I am crying for all the people who have come back today to see their houses full of mud or seeing that their houses are just gone.
We have two friends that lost everything there. Memeories
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redjean has a four foot iguana living on her back patio. She said he knocked over a bucket of paint. I wonder if it is purple. We are a little afraid of how to get him out of there. The DO have teeth you know. If he is wandering around he will be dinner for a family so we just do not know what to do.
My dear Liz,
Have a great trip and bask in the glow of your birthday, WE will handle “The Biscuit” with the finesse of Tom Smith.
Can you all believe the McCain? What? He’s fixin’ to offer to debate Obama next Thursday and totally get rid of the VP debate. Rove’s paw-prints are all over this.
Dinner: salad, roasted rosemary potatoes and sauteed garlic chard. Man, I can still taste those steamers from this weekend! I could eat them at least twice a week! My source for butter clams has dried up and I’m getting peckish for them. I cut them, flour and salt/pepper them and fry in olive/peanut oil. Yum.
If you persist in posting those delicious menus, I may have to take a trip up north to kick some butt. I am willing to kill for steamers!
We are just trying to figure out how to net some fresh anchovies from Hood Canal. How about a pizza with fresh fried anchovies on it???
Come on up and enjoy the cool, Mango!
Just stop it. I lived in Sequim for a while and enjoyed the fresh oysters and seafood there so much. Too chilly for me though.
Mango – you aren’t the only one who wants to head north for dinner when Scotia brags on all the delicious stuff that is close to home for her! Stop by Dallas on your way North, and I’ll join ya.
But, thinking of truly fresh seafood, the absolutely freshest, most dee-licious fresh seafood memories for me is remembering the tiny little clams the boys on the beach at Zihuatenejo (back when there were only three flights a week from the Distrito Federal there, and the electricity was on only from noon to three PM) would bring up from the ocean, bring to our porch, and we kids would slurp ‘em up with a squeeze of lemon and a dash of chile! I don’t think that you can compare them to steamers, but oh! They were so sweet and delicious! And SO long ago….
I saw some lovely oysters today in Barra, but they were in a bucket in the sun with no ice. I was sorely tempted though.
I hope to never return to the US again. I may have to if my bank goes belly up. That is pretty scary for me right now.
Mango,
You might try moving your money into a local (as in Austin) credit union. They are still insured and if it’s local, it is alot more solvent than the big boy national banks. If you want, I’ll give you some CU’s that I know about.
I know my friends in Austin feel alot better that their money is in a local CU.
My friends,
I have a sorrowful memory from last May of being at Benno’s on the Beach on Seawall Blvd in Galveston on a lovely Sunday afternoon pigging out on fried shrimp and hush puppies and cole slaw talking to a really “Southern Bell” from LA about how to get the best meal out of “The Court of Two Sisters” in New Orleans. I got to take my sweetie to the Strand and to the bars I liked and the Alyssia and museum. Going on the piers looking at all the souvenirs and t-shirts and sitting in the rocking chairs looking out to the Gulf enjoying a cool drink. Peeking in the Balanese Room and seeing all the SIGNED pictures on the wall. Oh, and the seedy smoke filled bar in front that had a thousand stories in each piece of wood.
All gone, all gone. I loved New Orleans and got to spend time in the 70′s and 80′s. What a wonderful city. BUT, Galveston is a place that I grew up in. My family spent every other summer vacation there when families could TAKE a yearly vacation. I learned to swim really well in Galveston and go crabbing in Galveston. I still have a crab net I got from a local maker. It still smells of the Gulf.
I am crying for all the people who have come back today to see their houses full of mud or seeing that their houses are just gone.
We have two friends that lost everything there. Memeories
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