Thursday, 23 January 2020

The Mystery Fish

Kudos to Annie Rogers and Kippy Altini,  they were the winners who identified  SMELT.

I still find it odd that I had been thinking of these fish for a few weeks,  (they were prized by my late good friend Ben Morse), but that I could not remember what they were called until the up and coming Sarasota "Detwilers Farm Market" was selling them a couple of days ago.

Fish is good for Breakfast.  So it was that I pan fried some smelt in olive oil this morning,  until they were crispy.  

This will disgust some of my American friends:  "Crispy" means eating the whole fish  (sans head) --  the skin, bones, tail and flesh - all of it.

Food for the gods I say!


Thinking of smelt (as we all often do! ), there is another delicious fish, smaller even than Smelt. but also delicious.

These are from Lithuania, and are a delicious "snack fish".

Wednesday, 22 January 2020

The Strange Energy Of The Universe.

I've been thinking for a couple of weeks about a small fish which my late friend Ben M. liked greatly; a fish which was sometimes sold at our late and lamented Sweetbay supermarkets.

In recent years this fish has not  been available in any local markets, nor could I remember what it was called.

It seemed silly to ask the various fishmongers " I can't remember what they are called,  but do you ever have some of those delicious small fish which are delicious when pan-fried?"

Then the energy of the universe caught wind of my thoughts about this fish, and arranged matters!   So "lo and behold" I saw some this morning,  and bought some at Sarasota's Detwilers Farm Market.

You betcha that I will be pan-frying some for my breakfast tomorrow (Jan 23rd w2020).

How many of you remember what they are called?

How many of you have ever eaten them?

Tuesday, 21 January 2020


My first love was Penne

I waited a while after her death before adopting Ben in March 2017

Ben came from Sarasota's Racing Dog Rescue Program in March 2017.   I liked him so much, and can still "feel" his wet nose as we walked, and he nudged my hand.

But this fabulous greyhound had acute separation anxiety when I was not in sight. He bent the bars of his crate inwards (leaving blood from his jaws  on the tiled floor).  I left him in the car one day whilst shopping and he chewed through my driver's seat belt.

That cost me over $400 to replace.  It wasn't about the money, but it was about the money.

The poor boy was so lonely.  He went back to the RDRP and has been re-homed with  a family which already has a Grey.  There he is doing splendidly, 'cause he has a pal!

Greyhound Racing has now been abolished in Florida.

I tried another adoption later in 2017 via the Humane Society of Sarasota County.

This time it was with Izzy, a Catahoula Leopard Dog from Louisiana.

She and I bonded so well.   She loved to sit under my desk where I would massage her with my feet.

But there was a problem.  Izzy, a hunting dog with a strong prey instinct, was bound and determined to do harm (or worse) to my cat.  

I called an Animal Behaviorist from the Humane Society.   He came to my home and ran some tests.  "Oh dear", he said, "Izzy will  never be trained out of her prey instinct - bring her back".  I did so.

He added  "I am going to find you the right dog".  He did! And that's why and how Zion and I hooked up!

(Izzy is doing well on a farm in east Sarasota County)

Monday, 20 January 2020

Zion adopted me from the Humane Society exactly two years ago today, on 20th Jan 1998

He has brought unmitigated joy to me: 

to my friends and neighbours; 

to the "regulars" we meet when walking in Sarasota's Bayfront Park and Arlington Park; 

to the memory impaired men and women at Anchin Pavilion (Sarasota), and Discovery Village (Bradenton);

to the GLBTQ young people at ALSOYouth in Sarasota;

to students at New College, Sarasota.

and the list goes on, even as my gratitude increases.

At ALSOYouth

With my Letter Carrier.

With my friends Charlotte and Ron

Zion at repose

With my great nice Bree, visiting from England.

With my recently deceased friend Betty
With my Church friend D'Arlene
With Den who was once wary of dogs.

With Jake, son of Jonathan and Andi Taylor (Andi was formerly the Assistant Rector at St. Boniface Church, Siesta Key, Sarasota.)

Two years. Twenty four months.

And nothing but two years of unmitigated joy for me; with not a few tears on account of his utter beauty.