I had both
shoulders injected yesterday. During the
few hours of relatively painless motion, on the way home, I stopped at the
Larry Thompson Farms market. The
strawberry fields are producing a bountiful crop of remarkably sweet and juicy
berries. I bought a gallon of berries
and decanted them into plastic salad clamshell containers lined with paper
toweling. Before I left the building, I
decided that another half-gallon might well be needed to get us through the
weekend.
We look
forward to strawberry season here. The
LT Farms grow and market the best strawberries I have ever enjoyed. They make the Florida berries that fill the
national grocery shelves taste like cardboard in comparison.
After unloading
the berries and taking Loki out, I drove to Tusculum to support Gloria’s
showing. When I returned home, I topped
and froze half a gallon of berries.
It was nearly
1800 when Gloria arrived home. We
decided to have ribs for dinner at a local mom & Pop restored General Store
in Limestone. The place was full when we
arrived but we found a table in the very back and placed our order at
1830. Our drinks came and we played a
word game we indulge in to pass time. In
about 15 minutes the table behind us, who we think were seated after us,
received their order and complained about it being wrong. We commented that it sounded like they got
our order. Another 15 minutes went by
and the Hostess suddenly asked what we had ordered. We repeated our order and mentioned that it
was becoming important that Gloria get her food. We were told that the kitchen was busy with
call in orders, that our ticket had somehow become lost, and a couple other
reasons why we were rapidly becoming the last people to be served before the
kitchen closed.
Our ribs
arrived about 1915. The staff apologized
for the error and we fell to, committing carnage on the ribs. The ribs were advertised as Memphis-style,
dry-rubbed, baby-back-ribs. What we
received were dry-rubbed and then sauced prior to serving them. The meat was a bit greasier than we prefer
and could have used a bit longer acquaintance with the smoker.
We met a
bicycle tourist from France going into the restaurant. As we were finishing up, we noticed a
neighbor and his wife who had come inside to pay after dining outside. Gloria got to meet the wife, whom she had not
met.
As we paid
our tab, the hostess acknowledged that our order had gone to the table behind
us as we thought. We made light of it
but we probably won’t go there for ribs for a while. They do have decent burgers and a
Philly-Cheese-Steak that Gloria likes.
We’ll most likely limit our meals there to those items. For a while, when we were first married,
something like this happened nearly every time we dined out. I hope we’re not encountering that pattern
again.
When we
returned home, I attacked the next half-gallon of berries. My shoulders were still numb enough to allow
me to stand and move efficiently.
Both trays of
berries have been bagged, labeled, and are stored away for later months when
the fresh berries are out of season. The
last half-gallon is on the counter and we’re picking the berries off as we move
past them. They’re really
enjoyable.
Gloria’s
selling her jewelry again today. I took advantage
of my injections and the lack of predicted rain this morning. The lawn is now mowed and needs only a bit of
trimming next week.
Our friend,
Park Overall, is speaking at a Jackson Day fund-raiser in Kingsport
tonight. $25.00/plate is a bit steep for
rubber chicken. We’ll support her
campaign as much as we can but we’d both prefer venues closer to home.
I feel the
need for some more berries!
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