Southern hospitality---Alive & Well!

A few days in the deep south (Savannah, Charleston & Charlotte) is enough to restore your faith in civility. Not only are they proud of their heritage, their good manners live on!

We enjoyed some fabulous seafood. The tasty she-crab soup was to die for. Yes I did get the recipe for that little goody from Miss Paula Deene herself. Well it was really her handsome son that signed the book but I felt her presence in the ambiance of the Gift Shop to her resturant. That was in Savannah. In Charleston I experienced the most outstanding southern meal you could imagine--sweet tea, moist cornbread,Southern Fried Chicken (buttermilk battered), baked sweet potato and collard greens to die for! Yes, I got the recipe for those collard greens and I know a chef that is going to beg for that one. Are you listening, Lisa?

The last stop was at friends in Charlotte that forced us to share a Lutheran dinner because she was recovering from surgery and her church friends loaded her refrigerator. Love those Lutherans. They know how to show sympathy.

Moving Feast

Today I harvested my fresh produce--well it was the lettuce that I planted in my flower bed. It was a nice lacy green leafed version. Washed it a few times and put it together with some boiled eggs, tuna and black beans before adding lots of dressing. To my surprize about half way through lunch, the lettuce began to move about. Hiding under that good lettuce was a baby slug. His tentacles that protrude like antenna ears were not prominent so I know he wasn't well developed. He did manage to make the rest of the salad very unappetizing and suspicious even though Dean pointed out that in some parts of the world, this would be considered valuable protein.

I don't mind worms and slugs, I just don't want them on my plate.

I turned 67 this week so I really am two thirds of a century old. That's something to celebrate.