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March 1, 2014. Carnival Weekend, With Guests.[/title]
"We are rid of February, and good riddance, if you ask me."--E.J. Kahn, Jr.
Not that the passage is a demarcation in this year's weather. But I guess it beats a hurricane.
MA's sister Colleen slept on the sofa last night. I hope the dogs and cats didn't bother her too much. To offer some remedial hospitality in case they did, I invited her to join us for breakfast at Mattina Bella. We have neglected our favorite morning eatery lately. It is as good as ever. Colleen was very much impressed by the poached eggs with crabmeat and mushrooms, which I touted. Mary Ann just sat there, pretending she was eating nothing, when in fact she ate at least as much as anyone else at the table. If those of us trying to lose weight would only stop trying to fool ourselves as to how much we're "really" eating, we'd make better progress. (I have this problem myself.)
The sisters left me at home and headed back across the lake for another round of parade watching. I had a two-and-a-half-hour radio show to host. And I spent the rest of the day finishing the editing of the Parkway Poor Boys audio program.
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Oysters remoulade.
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Grilled fish at the Acme.
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To the Acme for supper. Oysters remoulade for starters (fried, with the eponymous sauce), a house salad, and grilled redfish with this gunky, badly-made sauce of shrimp and crabmeat that I paid extra for and wished I hadn't.
[title type="h6"] Yesterday || Tomorrow[/title]
Written by Tom Fitzmorris March 08, 2014 00:02 in
