Late Weekend Recap
A quick highlight of the past few days would include notes considering the trip back from Huntsville, which to my eternal delight did, in fact, include a brunch-time pulled pig sandwich from Thomas Pit. From there we retired to the HSV airport, where I checked my main bag and proceeded with my laptop bag through security. The nice folks at TSA there noticed that I had forgotten to remove my 2-inch Spyderco money clip, which they considered a no-no on an airplane. Since it’s a folding blade with about an inch and a half of sharp edge, I’m on the fence about how dangerous I could be with it – but I wasn’t going to argue with them, since they let me go back downstairs and pack it in my main luggage, which hadn’t yet gone far.
Mind you, the knife made it TO Huntsville in that same laptop case… I guess I should have tried to reroute the plane to Havana on the way down, when I had the chance. Damn.
Coming home, over the weekend, I had the honor and pleasure of attending a wedding for my friend Rod and his new and beautiful bride. The ceremony was simple and sweet, and the food was yummy and copious. There was Peruvian rotisserie chicken, yucca, black beans, rice, plantains, and several sauces that no one (including the delivery guy) could quite identify, but which everyone ate. To the happy couple!
Sunday, I made Gumbo – 6 cans of tomatoes (I’m lazy and didn’t feel like dicing THAT many tomatoes), 4 pounds of okra, 3 pounds of Andouille sausage, 2 chickens, and 1 pound of shrimp. With 3 gallons of gumbo, I now have lunch in the freezer through March. Following that, we watched the Grammys, where Adele was awarded most of them, plus the Noble Peace Prize. I hear she’s also up for the Pulitzer this year.
Monday, I was reminded that there’s nothing like a child’s sense of wonder and delight at the magic of technology. That child would be the Reigning Queen of Pink, who, when I came upstairs to this computer, gleefully turned to me with a huge smile and said, “I’m teaching myself how to say ‘Fuck You’ in French!”
God bless Google Translate.
P.S. Leave the gumbo in an unmarked cooler in the parking lot. Walk away without looking back, and nobody will get hurt. Yum!
@Diane, I’ll mail you some. I seem to have made a deal with the devil concerning my freezer – if I send you a container of gumbo by regular post, it should be nearly but not quite thawed out by the time it arrives. (Honestly, this batch isn’t as good as I’d hoped for; a little weak. Wait for the next one.)