anybody hungry?

While my brother is still smarting over that “mean” post I did for Valentine’s Day, maybe this will make up for it, since he was actually here for this one. On the other hand, another sorely missed brother will perhaps be glad that he helped bring this dinner about, even if he couldn’t be here (Love you, Joe!). DSC_0967

Generally, my cell phone resides at the bottom of my backpack, or somewhere equally difficult to locate, because I don’t need it when I’m at work (except at lunch, to sign on to the local wi-fi). My phone is almost always on vibrate, because no one ever calls me, and I even use the vibrate setting for my alarm clock. It also prevents random wrong numbers from scaring me, in the middle of the night, though it also keeps me from hearing the “Minion Laughter” that erupts when a text message arrives. Such is life.

It was a normal day for me, I finished work, went to the gym, and headed home. To find my family milling around in the hall, waiting for me, because we were going to dinner in Greenville. They had tried to call me and text me, but received no response. The reservations were set for an hour from my arrival time, and I was assured that jeans were allowed. So, contrary to any of you who think a girl can’t get ready to go out, quickly, I was out the door in 15 minutes or less. So there. A bit dazed and confused, but still in the car and decently dressed (I assure you, I looked quite nice, even if I was wearing jeans).DSC_0987

Three of my brothers, my parents, and I went to a restaurant in the West End of Greenville, where only Dan had ever been to eat. Of course, that isn’t surprising, because Dan knows where all the good restaurants are. The Breakwater Restaurant and Bar was a delightful surprise, even if I was still a little rattled at my sudden “kidnapping” for dinner. DSC_0968

I didn’t really take THAT many pictures, but even in my slightly confused state, I managed to find my camera and bring it with me. Don’t expect any pictures of the family, as the lighting wasn’t great, and my family needs lots of preparation and coaxing, in order to have pictures taken of them.DSC_0970

But the evening was fun and the food was delicious! While some of us started with a very creamy she-crab soup, we also got a sampler that included beef carpaccio, fried shrimp, hummus made with butterbeans, and pickled shrimp. The hummus was amazing, but I wasn’t a fan of the pickled shrimp. But then, I’m not a big fan of pickled anything, unless it’s sweet pickles. So, don’t go by what I say. I’m still not sure what carpaccio is, but you can decide for yourself, from the pictures. And I didn’t get any fried shrimp, because Matt ate the last one.DSC_0972

By the way, if you’ve never figured this out from my pictures, I absolutely HATE taking pictures with a flash. Not only does it startle and blind people, when you’re indoors, it often makes people look unnaturally pale and/or shiny. Even with a camera with a not-so-harsh flash, I will avoid using it, if at all possible. And in such a nice restaurant as this, I didn’t feel the need to disturb the clientele, either.DSC_0973

So, though I did quite well with most of the food pictures, I was standing up for the pictures of the desserts on the other side of the table. It is very hard to hold still enough in a dim setting to get clear pictures. But I thought you’d enjoy seeing the chocolate mousse cake, anyway. DSC_0975

My brother even asked “Why do you keep taking pictures of everything?”, and I just looked at him strangely, and said, “It’s what I do.”. I’m a blogger. I don’t take pictures everywhere, especially if I think a camera will be in the way, but this is an outing with my family, they won’t mind. And when you write a blog, you’re always looking for the next pictures to take or the next story to share. It’s what I do!DSC_0976

In many restaurants, I am usually tempted to get the fish, because I love seafood. But when I saw the lamb meatloaf on the menu, I thought of Australia, and really wanted to try it. Not everyone likes lamb, but while I don’t get lamb cravings (like some people I know), I developed a taste for it, because we ate it regularly. Most people would think of meatloaf as a somewhat homely dish, but not only was it beautifully presented, it was delicious. By the way, I’m not dissing anyone’s homemade meatloaf, because my mom’s is awesome, too. Just so you know.DSC_0974

My mom was very brave and tried the shrimp and grits, because if there’s anywhere you’re going to try something so odd-sounding (to those of us NOT born in the South), then it should be at a really fancy-schmancy restaurant. She really enjoyed it, and I had a taste, and agreed that it was really good.DSC_0977

Dessert rolled around, and we tried all of them. They were quite small, which is a good thing, because we were getting full. Dan had the pecan tart, Jon tried the beignets with chocolate sauce, Matt had the chocolate mousse cake, Dad had the apple cobbler, and I had the caramel creme brulee with sea salt. And Mom got to try all of them. Of course, the rest of us shared, too. DSC_0978

To those that are serious chocaholics (there are several, in my family), the chocolate mousse was very rich, but SO good. None of us had ever tried beignets, which Dan described as fancy doughnut holes, but they were like no doughnut holes we’d ever eaten. They were fried batter, soft, moist, and fluffy. And with the chocolate added, they just melted in your mouth. DSC_0980

My creme brulee was amazing, especially with the sea salt added. If you look closely, you can see the white sprinkles of salt on top of it, in the photos. The contrast of the sweet and the salty was fantastic. Of course, you have to like the combination of salty and sweet, but I was already a fan. DSC_0981

Looking around the restaurant, I really liked the paper lanterns that hung from the ceiling, reminding me of some that I have (but are in storage). I tried to take a picture of the one over our table, but it was too bright, and didn’t show very well. So, the picture of the reflection in the window will give you a better idea of the lanterns and the lovely table settings.DSC_0982

And so, minus one brother (we missed you, Joe!), we were able to have a family get-together with our visiting Floridian, while another brother prepared to move to New Hampshire for his new job. You’d think they didn’t like each other, or something, the way they planned their job locations.  : )   But at least we all have good reasons to go to both New Hampshire and Florida, now. DSC_0984

a charleston reconnaissance… east bay street

East Bay Street extends down to the point of the Battery, but I’m starting these pictures from the spot where I got past Rainbow Row, headed in the direction of the Provost Dungeon, and eventually, the Market. Strangely enough, our advance down this end of East Bay Street began with window boxes, flowers, and a cat. DSC_0506

DSC_0507There were a lot of beautiful window boxes, full of colorful flowers, scattered all along the streets. Just as I was examining this particular one, the inner shutters opened, and a cat peered out at me. Well, I’m not sure how much he could see, because the sun was so bright, his pupils almost disappeared. But I could imagine this cat demanding why we were looking at HIS flowers. DSC_0508

DSC_0509Then, suddenly, he stuck his head (but not his body) back through the shutters, as if someone was calling to him. I figured they were telling him that it was okay for people to look at the flowers, and he was responding with, “Oh. Ok, well, fine then. They can just LOOK, but that’s all!”. I wasn’t the only passerby taking pictures of the cat, though I wish my camera hadn’t focused on the flowers. I had meant to get a good picture of the cat, with the flowers on the outer edges. He’s a bit blurry, as you’ll notice.DSC_0511

DSC_0519Shortly after that, we passed another building that I like which holds a jewelry store, but I’m much more interested in the ivy-draped brick and the cupboard-style wooden contraption built onto the front. I’m guessing that isn’t original, or maybe it’s a copy of an original design. It really does look like a wardrobe built onto the outside of the building, though.DSC_0521

DSC_0512The Provost Dungeon was next, but we didn’t go inside to look. I have been there many times, with my friends. There’s a lovely gift shop upstairs, but the tour takes you down below where they even have Pirates of the Caribbean ride-style robotic pirates that narrate some parts of the dungeon. Or was the parrot the narrator? It’s been a while. They really concentrate on the Revolutionary War era and the early years of Charleston, rather than on the Civil War.DSC_0524

DSC_0526We made a brief stop back at our parking garage, to exchange our heavier jackets for some lighter ones, as the sun was finally starting to warm things up. But if you got caught in the shade when the wind blew… ooh, it was chilly. But since we had parked on the roof of the garage, I was able to get some nice photos of the surrounding area, including a church steeple (I think) and the top of the Provost Dungeon.DSC_0527

DSC_0525The building with all the stable doors, I’m not sure what the building is, aside from being next to the garage, but I have some fun memories of a year when a friend and I took multiple photos of ourselves in those doorways. I really need to find those pictures.DSC_0528

I continued to take in more of the architecture of East Bay Street as we got closer and closer to the Market. One of them, the Southern Brewery, is not just an old brewery but a restaurant. We’ve eaten in there, and they have a huge old-fashioned brewing machine right in the middle of the restaurant. We had a wonderful time, on that visit (and again, I have pictures somewhere), but mostly I remember that being the last time a certain new friend was with us. Some of us were only just getting to know him, when he was shot and killed in Atlanta. Now, he’s playing cello in heaven, waiting for us to join him.DSC_0530

DSC_0531Most people are probably familiar with the S.N.O.B. shirts that people bring back from Charleston, just like with the A.W. Shucks shirts. But did you know where they came from? I’ve been by there many times, but I’ve still never been inside.DSC_0533

And last, but not least, right before reaching the Market, we walked past the United States Custom House of Charleston. It was started before the Civil War (prior to 1861), but not finished until after the war, around 1870. I always have the tendency to want to call it the State House, though I know perfectly well that the South Carolina State House is in Columbia. It has that look that most Capitol buildings do, whether in DC or in Columbia. DSC_0534

I believe the Custom House has quite an illustrious history, but I just realized that I’ve never been inside it. I suppose it’s because it is still used as a Custom House, and is not just a tourist attraction. There are probably tours inside, though, wouldn’t you think? Maybe we’ll find out and make that our next trip for “Mondays in Charleston”. I’ll have to mention it to my friends.DSC_0537

it’s definitely a tiger town…

It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, and as usual, I had no plans. Or should I say, no good excuses. So, I drove onto the Clemson campus, parked behind Sikes Hall, and headed for the downtown. I admit it, I was seriously tempted by all the activities happening on Bowman, but I do NOT play Ultimate in jeans. Either I overheat until my head explodes, or the absence of a belt prevents any running. Actually, last time I played Ultimate in jeans, my Aussie friends and I went swimming in the ocean… during their “winter”. DSC_0859

Besides, I had set myself a goal of going into the downtown to take photos, and I couldn’t allow myself to be sidetracked. Even for Frisbee. You may now “Ooh” and “Aah” over my self-sacrifice.  : )  The weekend before, I had intended to go downtown, but the sunny skies were only above my house. By the time I was finished with lunch, the clouds were everywhere and a few flakes of snow were even falling.DSC_0858

And so, as you already saw, I passed Mell Hall and took notice of the statue in front of that building, before waiting for the light to change. Of course, during the whole walk past Bowman, I was debating what angle to take my initial photographs from. How to capture the Subway corner? Or Mr. Knickerbocker, on the other side? There are always cars streaming through the lights, and the best location to take a photo would probably be in the middle of the road. Since I’m not interested in dying for the art of photography, I had to take the next best option.DSC_0860

I didn’t end up taking a picture of the Subway corner until later, since I didn’t like my angle from in front of Mell Hall, with all the cars driving past. Once I’d crossed over, I paid more attention to Mr. Knickerbocker and the Zen Den. No, I don’t actually know what the Zen Den is, though I seem to remember seeing a sign with more details. It’s one of the “newer” places that I’ve never been into.DSC_0861

Mr. Knickerbocker, of course, is one of the many places you can get Clemson clothing and paraphernalia. You know, one of the places I never go into, because the only Clemson item that I own is the tiger paw decal on my car. : ) Which I might have bought at the grocery store, several years ago. Unlike friends of mine, who own nothing but Clemson clothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m always shocked when they wear clothes that aren’t orange or purple, because my dear friends TRULY bleed orange.DSC_0862

As I walked past the Loose Change eatery/restaurant, I wasn’t keen on taking pictures of it, because they have open windows with people sitting in them. I try to not take closeups of anyone, while on photo explorations like this. Instead, I took a picture of all the Clemson gear for sale, out in front of their next-door neighbor… and I’ve forgotten what place that was.

Below the Zen Den, you’ll find Hair South, which is a hair salon that’s been there for eons. Or at least, as long as I can remember. My mom and I used to go there to have our hair done (I had a lot of highlights put in, in my early twenties), and knew all the hairdressers, and at one point, I cleaned the place for them. You know, back when I had my own cleaning business, and shocked people by working in shorts, in the winter. And I mean the winters when it was actually a bit cold outside. Sometimes we don’t even have those.DSC_0863

If you had any idea how HOT people keep their homes and businesses, you would understand why I wore those shorts! It wasn’t because I was going through a phase like I did in middle school, when I really did wear shorts to school, all year-round. I never forgot the time I got sick and my dad picked me up from school on the motorcycle. Now, THAT was cold.

But anyway, that was several renovations ago for Hair South, and my favorite hairdresser isn’t there anymore. Ok, I visited her about once a year, but she’d known me for quite a few years!DSC_0865

The Tiger Sports Shop… I always think it looks like a movie theater. Tigertown Graphics… I think that’s been there for a while, but I’m betting they’ve remodeled a few times, too. And, then there’s the Tiger Town Tavern. I’m trying to remember, but I think when I was in my mid-twenties, I went in there to give my brother his keys. And ran right back out again. No, I don’t frequent the bar scene in Clemson, and I’m perfectly fine with that. Not only does the taste of alcohol not thrill my soul, but there are too many strangers for me to handle in these places.DSC_0866

Judge Keller’s Store. I had to go look a few things up on the ClemsonWiki, as I wasn’t sure of the details. Most Clemson residents or students will just tell you that it’s been there forever. Apparently, back in 1899, the first Keller opened the store across the street from the present location, but in 1936, they built the present brick building. Three generations of Kellers have run the store, with the original selling cadet uniforms, and the present Keller selling Clemson clothing and other Clemson gear.DSC_0868

Across from Judge Keller’s is the Student Book Store, but since they sell stuff that only interests students, even a bookworm like myself doesn’t go in there. I haven’t been inside it since 1998 or some such year.DSC_0869

At this point, I crossed the street, and walked back up to Mr. Knickerbocker, looking for a better shot of the Subway corner. As I did so, I was reminded of the crosswalk rules all over Clemson (it’s probably state law) which gives pedestrians the right of way. You have to be careful that no student walks out in front of you, if you aren’t paying attention. But when I used to go to Bob Jones University to visit my cousin, I had to remember that cars had right of way. That’s why when I would stop and let them cross the road, the BJU students would look at you like you were either crazy or a miracle. It always struck me as incredibly funny.DSC_0870

Now that I’ve taken the photos of the Subway on the corner, with all the brick buildings that may have been there since Judge Keller’s was built (I can’t be sure of that), it occurred to me that there are other restaurants on that corner. I only glimpsed some kind of oyster bar, the other day, but I didn’t look too closely. So, even after this whole post, there are still places in the downtown that I know nothing about.DSC_0871

Back down the street towards the Tiger Town Tavern, and you can see across to the Pita Pit and Firehouse Subs, which are relatively new. I remember when Moe Joe’s Coffee used to be where Firehouse Subs is, and I haven’t figured out where Moe Joe’s moved to, as I think it’s still in Clemson. Somewhere. But you can see where the “high-rise” starts, which was built a few years ago, and includes the Downtown Parking Garage. I think they had to change some city laws to allow it to be built that high. Yes, two stories used to be as high as it went, I’m pretty sure.DSC_0872

The Burger Joint is just up from the Hallmark, which are just down the hill from All In Coffee and McClure’s Book Shop, if you remember them from my previous post about the downtown. I had just paid some bills, so I decided against visiting the coffee shop, though I was sorely tempted. The Burger Joint is relatively new (I think), while any student knows that the Campus Copy Shop has “always been there”.DSC_0873

The First Baptist Church, followed by Fort Hill Presbyterian, was built on the location that housed a Real Estate Agency for most of my childhood. It was in a shack, as I recall, and they held out for a huge asking price, being the last hold-outs before the big downtown fixer-ups.DSC_0875

And after a bit more of a walk, I finally reached the Astro III. It looks so dilapidated and abandoned. Since I have four brothers and taking five kids to the movies isn’t cheap, we spent quite a few hours there, when we were growing up. Sometimes, I would take my baby brother to see a kids’ movie while the older boys went to an action movie (hey, I like action movies, too, don’t freak out on me). When the shorter movie ended, we would go play on the playground, next door, until the other one ended.DSC_0876

I crossed the street and checked out the shops behind the ‘Stro, but The White Rabbit was no longer there. That was a fun little shop that used to be owned by acquaintances of ours, but I guess things didn’t work out. The little clothing place that is there now, it was nice, but much too trendy for me.DSC_0877

DSC_0878After passing the Astro again, I wanted to know what had happened to the old playground. Did it used to be named Jaycee Park? I don’t remember. What I do know is that it used to be about five times the size of the thumbprint playground that’s there now. No, I’m not exaggerating. When they fixed up that whole section, they moved the road, and put in some sort of amphitheater and fountain walk on the other side of the road, while leaving the teeniest playground.DSC_0881

DSC_0879Of course, with no Astro anymore, maybe it’s useless, but I’m still miffed about it. We used to play on the swings, the jungle gym, several other playground mainstays, and even in the creek. There was plenty of room to run around and a number of picnic tables for me to sit at, with a book, if I didn’t feel like chasing after my cousins/brothers, at the time. The present Jaycee Park is not the park that we grew up with.DSC_0882

DSC_0883I should’ve crossed back over to see that new Palmetto Shades place, next to the Campus Copy Shop, but by then, the sun was really beating down and giving me a headache. Can’t wear my sunglasses until I get my new stash of contacts to wear. And yes, I’ll admit it, I’m a bit leery about wearing my Akubra into Clemson. It would definitely stand out, and I don’t like to be stared at, especially when I have something else to concentrate on (like taking photos).DSC_0884

DSC_0885When I reached the parking garage, I headed up the hill to take a look around. I found another church behind it, too, and began to wonder how many churches we have packed into the downtown of Clemson. I mean, I know that we have them everywhere in the South, but I didn’t know the downtown had ROOM for 4 or 5 full-size churches. And I mean in the DOWNTOWN, not just somewhere around the campus, to serve the students. Maybe my definition of what the downtown consist of is incorrect. I suppose it could go all the way down to the Mellow Mushroom, across from Fike, but I really thought it stopped at the Subway corner.DSC_0886

DSC_0887While shading my eyes from the sun, and squinting hard, trying to make out the Bronze Tiger and Sassy’s, a mini-van pulled up next to me. The passenger asked me if I knew where Spill the Beans was, but I wasn’t any help. Another coffee shop? Had I missed it somewhere? When I emerged from behind the Pita Pit, I veered around the Student Book Store, curious to see if the bike shop was still there, as well as a magazine/book store. Yes to the first, no to the second. And I found Spill the Beans, while I was at it.DSC_0888

DSC_0889I watched a sturdy toddler climb the steps determinedly, with her mother following her, and wished I could find that mini-van again, and correct my directions to them. Instead, I went and attempted to take some artistic photos of the fun-looking yellow fire hydrant (why is it yellow, instead of red?). When I walked back around the corner, the mini-van passed me again, and I directed them to the proper location. I’ll have to go there sometime and try out both the coffee and the ice cream. Preferably when I have some money.  : )

DSC_0890As I looked up the road, towards the Subway corner and Bowman Field, I remembered that there used to be a barber’s shop with their striped candycane-looking pole inside one of those doorways. I think it’s somewhere behind Judge Keller’s, now.DSC_0891

DSC_0892When I was waiting for the light to change again, I finally noticed one of the restaurants that is next to Subway. I have never been into TD’s and have no idea what they serve. My older brother would know, of course. He knows everyone and where everything is, in Clemson. But what fun is getting a tour, especially from someone who would find it a drag? It’s much more fun to look around and discover things on your own. Or with a friend, if you have one that is interested in such things.DSC_0893

DSC_0894And as I walked past Bowman, again, I noticed again the blue, blue sky (that picture is untouched, except for the vignette around it). Guess what else I saw? Future Clemson students, running after that soccer ball.DSC_0895DSC_0896

of travel & the treasure of friendship…

Before I forget, I want to thank everyone for their encouragement and prayers, as I made the long trip home. The Lord answered those prayers, as I had no problems, aside from some road construction in the mountains. Wouldn’t you think that if they warn you for over a hundred miles that you need to get in the left lane, people would have time to do it? Sure, those of us that were GOOD were in the left lane at the right time, and all the miscreants were in the right lane, zipping by. Guess whose fault it is that traffic was crawling? I’ll let you figure it out.

I already knew this, but just this week, I’ve become aware of what wonderful friends I have. Even the ones, here on this blog, that I have never met! Everyone’s kindness and encouragement was like receiving a huge comforting hug, just when it was needed. And for that, I thank you.

There was beautiful weather for my entire trip, so I was able, once more, to appreciate the beauty of this great country of ours. The windmills of Indiana were less alarming, this time, but the seemingly endless farmlands were glorious to look at. Into Kentucky, I saw great stretches of wooden fences for the horse farms, and thought how much the horses must like having so much room to run around in. The mountains, as I approached Asheville, North Carolina were a wonder, with the sun beginning to set, and magnificent colors reflecting off the hills. Of course, that part of the trip was tainted by waiting too long for a bathroom stop, and then having to hold it for miles and miles, and two tunnels. A rest stop has never looked so beautiful, as the one on the other side of the mountains.

But before I could see the hills of Kentucky and Tennessee, or the mountains of North Carolina, I had to stop for one night in Indiana. Oh, I had high hopes of making the trip in one day, having left at 4am, and having a lot of adrenaline in my system. Surely I could save myself some money, and not stop? But around 4pm, I felt the energy just drain away, and I wanted to rest. No, I wasn’t sleepy, but I was just plain TIRED.

So, I pulled off at a likely exit, in Lafayette, Indiana, and picked a place called the Baymont Inn & Suites. They had a nice room for me, and a decent price, though I did make sure they didn’t accidentally give me one with two beds. I felt like I was depriving someone, last time.

As before, I still haven’t gotten over the childish delight that accompanies staying in a hotel room. Once you’ve gotten past the “ouchie” that comes with paying for it, you can enjoy it to your heart’s delight. The nice, clean bathroom, the made-up bed, and all the accoutrements that go with it. Since my last hotel didn’t have a fridge, I felt like I’d received a bonus that this one did, plus a microwave. Unfortunately, I had nothing to put into the fridge except for a water bottle. Oh well.

I was debating this new style of bedding that didn’t put a comforter on it, but left it in a bag, in case you wanted one… and then finally discovered that the comforter was white, and looked like sheets. How crisp and clean looking! The bathroom was quite stylish, with the sink in the dresser/armoire looking piece of furniture, though I think it was a little too close to the toilet for comfort’s sake. Who wants the feeling that they’re sitting UNDER the sink, when you’re using the facilities?

The folded up washcloths and facial tissue were shades of our towel creations on the cruise, I thought. Ok, not quite as fancy, but it made me think they were really trying. And when you’re staying somewhere away from home, don’t we all want to think they’re making a might effort, just for us?

I sampled the television channels for a few minutes, turning it on to find Luke getting electrocuted by the Emperor, and then perusing until I found that both Dog Whisperer and Hoodwinked were on. But that still wasn’t enough to keep it on, because my computer is where the fun is.

After a shower and dinner at Bob Evans (don’t get the omelets there), I was cheerfully making a pot of coffee with my little coffee maker, and thinking how cute my little baby coffee cups with their travel lids were. Until I was chatting on the computer, and found that the lids don’t fit properly, and I shrieked loud and long when I spilled hot coffee all down my front.

The quaint little breakfast nook, on the main floor, with the street lamp, was nice to sit down in, and eat something before leaving in the morning. Though I will say, it is a little difficult to avoid carbs when you’re eating a “continental breakfast”, where millions of bread products are available. So, I had those little egg patties with sausage gravy, so that I wouldn’t have to stop for breakfast. But if I had been staying in that hotel for longer, I really would have enjoyed their nice sitting areas, where if you’re traveling with your family, you can curl up with a book and avoid whoever you want to avoid.  : )

I knew I was finally in the south, when I found a Zaxby’s, outside of Louisville, and stopped to enjoy one of their Zalads, with grilled chicken and ranch sauce. It was wonderful, though I knew their salads were good, from previous diets. If I could own a fast food franchise restaurant, I would want to own a Zaxby’s. Not only do they have great food, but they have the best wall decorations. Usually, there are plenty of local items for local sports teams or historical sites of interest. But I’ve always wanted one of their clocks, and the “Obey This Sign” sign is what I’ve always wanted for my house.

Well, I have probably rambled enough for one night. My trip took a little longer than expected, but then again, I was stopping to eat in for all my meals (even those that were at Zaxby’s or Subway), when I was eating my own food, in my car, on the way north. It makes a difference in the trip’s timing.

Clear weather, good roads, and the prayers of friends carried me through, and arrived home when my parents weren’t looking. But I’m here to stay, for some time, and will be looking for work nearby. Thank goodness the University and everyone will be hiring shortly, just in time for the Clemson students to arrive back in town. Good night!

the delights of home & food…

One of the wonderful things about being home is all the food options that I have missed. While looking at the huge bowl of strawberries that my dad just cut up, I recalled that strawberries were quite expensive when I was in Australia. And I can barely wait until the blueberries are in season, because I hear the Happy Berry, our local berry farm, has a bumper crop expected.

Some of the sillier things I’ve missed are on the cereal aisle. Growing up, we didn’t get cereals like Lucky Charms very often, but every once in a while, my mom would find a really good sale, and bring home 4-5 boxes. We’d polish them off in a couple of days. Now, for those Aussies that are worried about us eating cereal with “marshmallows” in it, I only recently found that the marshmallows in Lucky Charms are actually made of meringue. But I went out and bought myself a box of it, since everyone else in the house is eating healthier than I am, at the moment. Yum!

Also, I went and dug out my collection of flavored coffee, seeing what I left behind. I was sorry I couldn’t drink all of the Almond Amaretto coffee, before leaving for Australia. Vacuum-packed for the whole year, the amaretto flavoring seems to have intensified, so I may have to tame it down by mixing in some regular coffee. I’ll need some more French Vanilla coffee, soon. That kind tastes just like vanilla ice cream. Of course, I’ll have to stock up on some more “girly” flavors, later.  : )

For all you ice cream lovers, I ate the last several spoonfuls of the container of Moose Tracks ice cream, but I don’t have any pictures. I’ll have post some, later, when we actually get more ice cream. If nothing else, I’ll get some at the Chatterbox, when I get to PA in a few weeks. Mr. Wilson is saving me some. Vanilla ice cream with veins of dark chocolate and peanut butter cups? It doesn’t get any better than that, unless it’s chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, but there’s some debate on that.

The day after I arrived, I slept late, so I didn’t go to church (I don’t think I was capable of walking, at 9:30am). But at noon, the phone rang… and continued to ring. It occurred to me that someone might be wondering if I wanted to go out to lunch, probably for Chinese. By the time I was standing up, my parents had arrived home to see if I wanted to go out for Chinese, at the House of Leung, for lunch. Am I good, or am I good?

Now that I was conscious, of course I wanted to go to my favorite Chinese restaurant in the whole world! It was just as scrumptious as I remembered, with a delicious egg roll to start, a glass of the best sweet tea in town, and a heaping portion of shrimp fried rice. And as you can see from my picture of the leftovers, from the day after, it’s just as good, the second time around.

At the store, I made sure that we bought a few cans of New Engand clam chowder, though I find that it doesn’t look as great in a picture. I especially like it with Saltine crackers, but we didn’t have any, and it’s not a good idea to get in the habit of eating it that way, all the time. But Australia just doesn’t HAVE clam chowder, though I’ll admit to enjoying and eating a lot of pumpkin soup while I was there. Maybe they have chowder, at the beach, in a seafood restaurant, but I’m betting it would be a tomato-based soup.

Speaking of pumpkin, I found that my mom had made pumpkin muffins, recently, though some of them had been frozen, and were thawing out in the basket. If you noticed that they look a bit frosty in the pics, that’s why. Some of my Aussie friends were introduced to pumpkin pie and pumpkin bars, all made from the jack pumpkin (yes, the big orange one), while Aussies tend to use pumpkins that we call squash. That’s been gone over before. We’re still trying to figure out which squash is the green pumpkin that we usually eat in soup, or baked with potatoes, over there.

And today, I got up with plan to go visit Zaxby’s for lunch, to get some chicken tenders and fries, with ranch sauce. Hooray! Yes, I forgot my camera, so I had to use my phone’s camera. My brother Joe, who flies back to England on Thursday, needed to satisfy his own House of Leung cravings, though, so he grabbed his Chinese takeout and met me at Zaxby’s. I had a slight panic, on the way, thinking my tire had gone flat, but I just seem to have several low ones. For those wondering, was Zaxby’s as good as I remember? Oh, it was better! 

On the way back, I stopped at Starbucks, and debated over getting a White Chocolate Mocha or a Cinnamon Dolce Latte. Since I’ve gotten the former, several times, at Gloria Jean’s, I opted for the cinnamon one. Heavenly. It did occur to me, at the last minute, that if I’d ordered the mocha, I would’ve needed to remember that I’m back to pronouncing it “moe-kuh”, instead of “mock-uh”. I remember how strange it sounded to me, originally, and now it sounds normal!

At least, on the drive to both Zaxby’s and Starbucks, I didn’t make any crazy mistakes on the road. I’ve been driving these roads here in Clemson, since I first got my license, so I didn’t even think about what I was doing or whether I was on the wrong side. But when I approached a turn, out of a parking lot, I had to do a quick review, because it would be bad, if I turned the wrong way. The change back to right-side driving should continue to go smoothly, though.

Oh, this probably won’t be the last time I talk about food on here, so just prepare yourself.

Just a reminder to my Aussie friends… I do miss a number of food items from over there, so none of this is a slam against you guys for not having good food.  : )    Eat some potato wedges with sour cream and sweet chilli sauce, for me, and I’ll continue to enjoy the delights of home!

there’s a story there…

I was going to make this into a Wordless Wednesday post, but then I was debating over how dull the subject of a bird’s nest might be. Very artistic, I’m sure, depending on your point of view. But then, I thought, there really is a story there, so wordless, this isn’t.

The kids were talking about a bird’s nest with eggs in it, but I thought they were talking about the nest in their playhouse tree, where they can see the nest but not reach it. The assumption being that there were eggs, because there are now nestlings. But I found out later that there was a nest under the house, and that’s why they knew there were eggs in it. Because the kids had peered into it.

Actually, what they told me was that Sadie found it, and removed the eggs (don’t ask me why), but when the others found out, she was told to put the eggs back. They now think the eggs will probably never hatch, because the smell of the eggs having been handled will keep the mama bird away. Last they checked, at least, the eggs were still there. And at this point, I have no idea what the end result is.

One reason I don’t know, I keep forgetting to ask. The other reason is that the location of the nest is in a very awkward spot, as an adult has to duck to walk around under the house, and also, the “rafters” are full of spider webs. I found that in order to see the nest up close, I had to get my head way up into the rafters, and to see the eggs, I had to rub my hair in the spider webs. No thanks. So, I used my camera, hoping to get a picture of the eggs. Well, my Nikon isn’t small enough to get in there and still be able to focus in the bad lighting. I have a picture of the nest, but not the eggs, because my camera just couldn’t get in there.

Why didn’t I use my Canon PowerShot, you ask? Well, the zoom froze, a month or two ago, and I haven’t used it since. Sure, it’ll still take pictures, but it’s very frustrating to not be able to use zoom at ALL. And when all is said and done, my Nikon takes better pictures, except when you want a really nice macro zoom shot. That’s when my Nikon argues with me. I say it’s a good shot, take the picture. The Nikon says, “NO! Most emphatically, I disagree, and therefore, I’m not going to do it”. Leaving me talking to the object I want to immortalize, insisting that it’s the camera’s fault, not mine.

Anyway, at this point, Sadie knows that she’s not supposed to pick up eggs, unless they were obviously laid by the chooks. And speaking of chooks, Bub went under the house today, and the next thing I heard was a shriek of fright, and her mom went to get her, and came out laughing hysterically, while her very startled baby clung to her. Bub had “peered” into the container that the chooks lay eggs in, and a chook leaped straight up onto the edge, freaking the baby out. Of course, in having what happened explained to me, I was a little confused, because it sounded like Mrs. B had said “peed into the container”, which made no sense to me, because Bub wears a nappy (diaper) and she isn’t potty trained yet. So, obviously, the heat had fried my brain, to lose track of that description.

So there you have it. A formerly wordless post that now contains about… 600 something words.