A lifetime of taste aversion to watermelon was vanquished with a Watermelon Salad. Sweet Baby Juiciness, that fruit is delectable!
Crabs caught just off our dock at Gumbo Cove were perfectly satisfying and reminiscent of my childhood at the beach in Gilchrist, TX.
Musings about why we appreciate sunsets, a recipe for a refreshing Chambord and rosé cocktail, and a haiku.
Wishing you all more whimsy than ‘grimsy’ during this crazy winter of pandemic…. stay safe, everyone, and enjoy those small moments.
When a hurricane storm surge happens at Gumbo Cove, the water roars in from the Gulf and goes back out eventually, but leaves behind an unwelcome calling card: canal mud.
Trucks, big, strong, sturdy, beautiful trucks, barrelling down the highway in a convoy, filled with workers loaded for bear and ready to slay the dragons of downed power lines to bring the lights back on for the people.
Remembering storms whose names have spawned headlines and headaches, headstones and heartache, hardships and heroism. And wondering, why do we have to name storms after people? Why not use diseases or the periodic table? Or colors?
The strawberry lemonade from Mockingbird Cafe is a drink that instantly transports you back to childhood summers, all reminiscent of church picnics, sunburns and innocence.