Yet another bountiful meal that makes us feel grateful to have worked up an appetite.
All Hail the clay pot on a Sunday evening,
especially when we get to use our funky yard sale plates.
Kitschy Florida souvenirs get more valuable the further you get from F-L-A,
and these plates were on the yard sale blanket within sight of the Pacific.
Included in that irony laden scene was
– a 1962 Chevy Nova convertible – not hot-rodded up, just so uncool it was très cool,
– a plus uber retro couple, he had Buddy Holly eye glasses and politely parted hair, she had Betty Page bangs with penny loafers.
Guess we bought into it all, we brought out the plates this Sunday as if they’re special . . .
The stove is a shiny chrome “vintage model” that leans slightly to the right due to an SF Bay Area earthquake fault.
In a ships galley that’s termed “lists to starboard”.
After learning the characteristics of the sloping stove the cook figured it for a “built in stirring” feature utilized by simply rotating the pot 180 degrees every few minutes.
We will not be swayed from getting dinner on the table!
PS:
Off camera we also had fresh produce, asparagus, green salad, etc. So don’t bother emailing in about the food pyramid and all that. We’re cool, we’re cool. That’s how we work up such appetites, we’re on the Cowboy diet –
1) Eat and 2) Move.
Robert Frost Poetry Mash-Up:
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled, why?
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
we had miles to go before we eat, miles to go before we eat.
