When mom said she booked us a dinner at The Joshy for 5:30, I reacted with a Pavlovian drool-fest. Joshua Wilton house is an architectural gem and also a fancy pants restaurant in Virginia, near The Parental Pad. I love the sea scallops in a butt'ry drizzle over some scallion laced cheese grits. And the Joshy house salad is stacked with hearts of palm and other exotic morsels. It was … [Read more...]
Archives for 2012
Safety is Relative
December 29, 2012 By
We started this journey in sunny Atlanta. It was chilly and cold, but no inclemency. We trekked the 10 hours in pre-holiday traffic, taking care to avoid accidents, getting stuck behind rubberneckers. Rubberneckers really suck carpet tacks. I don't get it. Curiosity fueled traffic jams--I mean WTF? I avert my eyes because I don't want to see hurt, blood, or mangled cars. Holiday dreams dashed … [Read more...]
Sometimes Halfway Home Ain’t Bad
December 26, 2012 By
Getting from Point A to Point B isn't usually a big deal. And usually the good folk at the weather desk have a clue as to what's up. Not this time. This time, they were clearly hitting the wacky weed. When we left my parent's house, the weather outside was indeed frightful. It was sleeting and snowing but my Dad assured us that it would be warming and that we were clear to drive. Because the … [Read more...]
Holy Faux Pas
December 25, 2012 By
Holy Faux Pas Through thick pea soup fog we rode to the little stone 1914 Episcopal church for Christmas service. Walker and I are not big church goers and I'm new to "Catholic lite." I clearly needed a cheat sheet to navigate these dangerous waters of coordinated religion. Just a bulleted list of differences and I needed practice to coordinate various reference materials. Some instances … [Read more...]
Don’t Wine, Have Some Pinto
December 25, 2012 By
Tonight Patrick and Walker devised the menu and our wine choices were between Cabernet and Pinto (which is either horse meat or some obscure galloping wine branded in the Midwest. ) We were unclear as to our choices. We later learned that pinto was meant as Pinot. Lobster tail was on the menu. Patrick: is it a fish or a crab? Me: it's a crustacean. Patrick: it is pretty … [Read more...]
