Tuesday morning we were among the first in line at Publix to get our flu shots, escaping unscathed from a bumpercar fest of motorized grocery carts. Wednesday we attended Tai Chi class with Henry and Co. We continue to be intrigued by our teacher, whose phone rang several times during the hour-long session. Click to hear Henry's very telling ringtone (which cracked both S & E up after the first 5 notes):
On the way home from class we swooped into the bike rental joint, which has been having a sale on their used beach cruisers. E had promised S a beater bike as a BD pressie and the folks at the bike shop (so sweet to the old lady) made it come true. Now S practices every morning, riding around the neighborhood, trying to gain enough strength in her knees and confidence in her balance to brave the bike path.
We were supposed to attend an evening lecture sponsored by the South Walton Environmental and Low-Impact Living Association (SWELL) at the Amavida Coffee Company in Seaside, but it became clear as the afternoon wore on that neither of us cared enough to sit up in chairs with strangers, so we stayed home and watched TV! Surely one day they'll have an irresistible event? We wish them well, regardless....
Thursday morning we sat on the beach (no flies, good), did some errands, and while we were out, satisfied our curiosity about the local BBQ joint, Jambones, which cooks up organic/hormone-free/free-range pieces of meat in a lively bar-like atmosphere. It was jumping at high noon. One of our few DO AGAIN ratings was earned: our buns were toasted, the meat was fresh and juicy, sauces varied and plentiful, and the fries right up there with the best. If only the server hadn't insisted on calling each of us honey and/or dear, but perhaps we can break him of this. Or get him fired.
Our weekly excursion took us north on Don Bishop Road, which would have dumped us directly into Musset Bayou had we not obeyed the stop sign. This seems a possible fishing spot for Martin! Along the way we saw a sign for Orr Pottery, so on the way back, we followed the sandy lumpy lane to a grouping of structures in a very wet-looking woods. We stared for a while, but seeing no signs of life, decided it was too creepy and heaved away. We also passed the gates of a gated "community," that is, of PVC encasing the utilities for a some developer's "pipe" dream. You don't have to go far in Walton County to encounter other such failed/stalled ventures.
We made a number of cooking experiments this week: the breakfast pizza, blogged about last Sunday, was followed up with oven-roasted shrimp, another dish slated to be served to Tom & Jess. S wishes you could have seen E lovingly baste each and every individual shrimp with the yummy sauce. Perfection!
Saturday we decided to be good citizens and attend the annual Sunrise Beach Homeowners' Association Meeting. On the way, we swung into Redfish Village for a little art/food fair, hoping to pick up some butternut squash for the winter. Did we ever! These are the biggest b-nut squish either of us have ever laid eyes on. Wonder if they'll taste any good? Weirdly, Deb Orr was there, selling her pottery! We liked her stuff, confessed our surreptitious visit to her studio, and promised to return some time and be congenial. She told us that about 30 years ago, with the help of her machete, she had hacked her way through the underbrush for a year and a half to clear the grounds, ultimately building her house herself. The HOA meeting reminded us of hideous faculty meetings past: S kept ruing that she hadn't purchased a giant Bloody Mary at the Redfish Village fair. Our fellow homeowners threw a cocktail party at sunset on the beach, but we had had enough of the Women for McCain and Drill Offshore Now crowd by then and played two-handed Canasta at the kitchen table instead.
This morning we headed out for our weekly Sunday breakfast at the Donut Hole on the way to the grocery store, but maybe because it's a Holiday Weekend, the joint was packed, the lines too long to bear. So we tootled back toward our usual fallback, Don Pedro's, but E remembered that the new Australian Cuisine (who knew--roo?) resto, A Taste of Oz, had opened this week, and serves breakfast and lunch. Apparently, E was the only person in Walton County who remembered this, for we ate our quite tasty breakfast alone. We each had the Fried Egg Sanie (Aussie cute for Sandwich, we guess) with smoked Gouda and crispy bacon on the homemade roll, a roasted Roma tomato on the side. Good Eats and iconic Aboriginal Art all rolled up.
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