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So after paying our respects to Fluffy, Rover and Puff, we beat a hasty retreat to the local crabcake establishment so that our northern friends could have a real Chesapeake Bay crabcake (no offence Marylanders, but I do like ours better). Unfortunately, when we arrived, an elderly man met us at the door and told us that they were open, but there was no food as the cook had just run out the door on some emergency mission. So no crabcakes for the frozen nor weary. To make up for a deficiency of southern-type foods in his diet, Len insisted that we meet this morning for breakfast so he can have grits. Now, you know my feelings about grits, so there was no argument from me on that score! Well - I should probably prepare myself for the religious experience I am about to have with a bowlful of hominy goodness. Later. |
listening to: rats munching thinking about: hominy heaven seems like yesterday...:
homeward bound - 19 January 2010 shameless self promotion: (~ waterblogged ~)
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