Povey Prattle

' Twas Borigg , and the slithy tories.

My breakfast today, Friday 20th Dec 2019  Smoked trout, heirloom tomato, and toast.   So good! The toast was made with  the French Batard which I bought at the LWR Farmers' Market last Sunday. The toast  is crunchy and crispy, in the English style;  not like the warmed up and soggy bread which passes for toast in American breakfast joints. So there! I call it Batard  Pain grillé a les Anglais. Ain't that fancy! --------------------------------------------------------------------- And I made a healthy snack food today. Curried Chick Peas. I'd heard of them, and I created my own recipe. Place 1 can/tin of chick peas, into a saucepan with the juices from the can/tin, or preferably with vegetable stock - enough to cover a chick peas by at least half an inch. Add one or one and a half teaspoons full of curry powder and stir well. Curry snobs will disdain the use of store bought curry powder. So what - I am not James Beard! ...

From my friend Rick F.   (I had to sing the song before I got this!) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From my friend Dave M. Tee Hee!

18th December 2019, 8:10 p.m. Nothing smart, wise, or funny from me this evening. I am utterly tired. So it's off to bed I go. Night night!

This afternoon I wanted to turn east from a north side shopping plaza onto 17th St. Sarasota. There was an almost non stop parade of west bound traffic, so it was easier to turn west, and then use a frontage road in front of the Butchers Block shop to effect an U-turn.   I entered the frintage. She raced over and blocked my way.  "Surely", I thought, "she has come to admire Zion", whose head was hanging out of the driver's side back window. Not a chance! "Could you", she said "buy me a gallon of  gas?"  I need to get back to Clark Rd.  (There is a gas station about 200 yards from where we were.) In such circumstances I'd normally fish for a couple of dollar bills and some loose change, enough for a gallon of gas. But all I had in my bill fold was a Ten Dollar bill which I handed to her, ( without much graciousness on my part), She "God blessed" me, and we went our separate ways. Did she need money for gas?  I...

via David La D.

My friend Ashley (Chrisman) Lloyd took me there. I liked it more than the Saturday downtown market in Sarasota which is often over crowded and noisy. The seasonal Lakewood Ranch market takes place in the parking lot of the local hospital,  so there is more than adequate parking space;  and a spacious market area. There is so much truly locally sourced food -  grown or made in the  locality.  My eyes and my nose were almost  more seductive than my budget allowed.  I settled for this: Locally made Gouda type cheese ( aged for 18 months). Food as art? A gorgeous Batard made by local French citizens. ( The French and the Germans know all there is to be known about good bread!) Heirloom tomatoes grown by local small scale farmers.  As I said to them "once you've eaten an heirloom tomato you'll never buy the supermarket stuff". -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Bread, cheese ...

I met one of these handsome dogs at the Park this afternoon.  Such beauty. His owner told me that he is a fierce and determined watch dog.  Out of his territory he was a gentle sweetheart, I fussed with him for a bit, then turned to talk to his owner.  He pawed me for more! I told her  (the owner)  that I will think of him as a Turkish Delight!