Lessons learned about food

Was invited to lunch yesterday at the Centerton Golf Club.  When we got there I found that the cost was $38!  Gulp... So, even though I am on a diet (I mean life long eating plan) I HAD to get my money's worth!
That is the problem with the BUFFET.  I should have just eaten from the hors d'oeuvres table....they had gigantic, delicious shrimp, roasted vegetables, cheese (my favorite food) and grapes.  The hot buffet was ho hum compared to that.  I ignored most of the desserts because I eat there once a month and am overly familiar with all of their offerings.  Was quite captivated by the three tiered chocolate fountain.  And, naturally, I had to completely cover my strawberries, pineapple and pretzel sticks with chocolate.  I think it would have been better (and more sensible) to just put a BIT of chocolate on those things.

Insane city, a novel by Dave Barry.  I love Dave Barry but I prefer his humerous essays.  This novel was way over-the-top Florida insanity.  There are a few Florida authors who take it too far.  And I know that Florida CAN be crazy.  It involved some madcap adventures with a family preparing for a wedding and running into lost luggage, marihuana brownies (medically approved), an escaped orangutan, Haitian refugees, hired henchmen, snake wranglers, Russian gansters, drug dogs, angry strippers and more.  There is an overemphasis on coversations.

Now, TODAY would have been a good Easter day.  Yesterday, it was somewhat cloudy and cool.  At least, the rain held off until after the egg hunts were done.  Got to see some kids, dye some eggs, eat some chocolate, sing some songs in church, receive some compliments about the singing.  I wore my same Easter dress from last year.  Luckily, no one seemed to notice.  Two shades of purple, with pink kneesocks.
Someone gave me some eggs, someone STOLE my eggs, someone gave me some daffodils.  Found out my neighbor stole my eggs because a friend of his said go outside and look for the eggs I left for you.  He said they were delicious.

He was far from being gruntled

I love P.G. Wodehouse. I know his politics are doubtful, but I enjoy the clever repartee between Bertram Wooster, gentleman, and his manservant, Jeeves. Just started reading "The code of the Woosters" since I am spending the night with a friend and forgot my "travel" book. Luckily, "the green room" was well supplied with books and I found a few Jeeves books in there. I laugh when I read sentences such as," He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled, so I tactfully changed the subject."

My friend just handed me a cup of coffee in a cup from Bob's Bunz in Islamorado in the Floriday Keys. A reminder of a fun vaction we took in a big house on "The gold coast". It was sort of a 1950's affair, with many outbuildings, right on the Ocean. We had our own osprey, peacocks (mating), parrot and quite a few more creatures.
They really did have delicious sticky buns. Their slogan is "Bite my bunz" and you can find them at www.bobsbunz.com. We "won" this house at an auction to benefit something or other. A delightful excuse to investigate yet another part of Florida.

Yesterday attended a very sad funeral for a 19 year old. One of two unrelated adopted Brazilian boys, he and his brother had many wonderful opportunities growing up. Hundreds of students were there dressed in black and weeping. He was taken, suddenly, tragicly, in a motorcycle accident on his way to college. He was an adventurous, happy, energetic, daredevil, smiling, friendly, lovely, old soul, according to his dads and many other friends. I knew him hardly at all, but it was one of those services where you get to know him, love him and miss him all in one day.