After my spring roll sitchayshun
in which I forgot both the rice and the avocado,
I needed to use up the avocado immediately,
if not sooner.
Looks like guacamole is on the horizon.
Youngest Hawthorne started on the guac honors.
He scooped the avocado flesh out,
juiced a lime over it
and proceeded to mash it masterfully.
Then he got a call to go spearfishing
and was outta here like a bat outta hell.
(And, yes, he speared a trigger fish
and cooked it for supper over at a friend's house.
What's wrong with that picture?)
So Mr. Hawthorne took over.
Half a red jalapeno, minced.
Half a green jalapeno, minced.
Some red onion, chopped.
Cool and green.
Nice citrus going on.
Pop of a pepper every now and then.
Then something happened
that is a rare occurrence.
It's late afternoon
and the sun is directly on the
stainless steel refrigerator
so you can see every fingerprint, every smudge,
every thing.
And for some reason -
alignment of planets? -
it bothered Mr. Hawthorne this time.
So much so,
that ...
Soft shell crabs.
Tartar sauce.
Corn cut off the cob, sauteed in bacon grease with onions,
a little flour thrown in, some cream, and bacon pieces.
My Pig and Shack Sauce and
my mango/pineapple/habanero sauce.
is that a Pauler Deen t-shirt Mr. H is wearing while polishing the fridge? Say it ain't so! Or maybe it's just a Cracker Barrel shirt? Inquiring minds want to know...
ReplyDeleteSweetPhyl, I bought that T-shirt at the DanView Restaurant in Danville, Va. Mr. Hawthorne and I go there for breakfast before heading back to the Outer Banks.
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