I should have known, by the way my week began, that there was something delicious in store. One of my favorite fellows rang me up and uttered those four little words that every girl loves to hear . . . “wanna go to Nat’s?” Natalia’s has never disappointed me.
But Tuesday night’s dinner was pretty close to – well, you know, “the big O” . . . gasmic. And I’m not referring to overstock dot com.
But Tuesday night’s dinner was pretty close to – well, you know, “the big O” . . . gasmic. And I’m not referring to overstock dot com.
We started with Curry brushed oriental oysters served over a teriyaki kissed, sautéed stir-fry. Ceviche! was next. Then the most beautiful piece of grouper that I have ever seen (including any I’ve hooked myself) swam its way over to our table. My gorgeous fish was tortilla crusted and served with a crawfish butter laced, shrimp & andouille sausage flavored Mornay. For dessert, we shared bananas foster drenched bread pudding. It was truly divine!
On Wednesday, I got a little bit closer to the stars in the heavens. A phone call from my sister, Betsy, came and “Miss Daisy” did something that she rarely ever does . . . drive! That’s right – all the way to Charleston. Katie Grace was born at 12:04 in the morning and I heard her very first cry. She has the biggest, brightest, blue-est eyes I have ever seen and I’m over the moon for her - a moon that I’m quite sure she hung. I could just eat her up! I’ll be in Charleston every chance I get. As Rhett Butler says, where there’s “charm & GRACE” . . .
Katie Grace.
Saturday I went shopping for something slinky. Dillard's has the most delectable selection of lingerie and so much of it is quite the bargain. As far as silky and sexy are concerned – if Dillard's were a restaurant, it would be an all you can eat buffet. Seriously, get yourself over there and buy baby something that will crank his tractor.
I was shopping for Bebe Sanders. Her bachelorette party was over the top! A Toast to her sister, Huntley for the stellar planning and a Toast to her Aunt, Kim, for the Eagles Eye Perch she scored us at Opera. If you haven’t been to Opera, you’re missing out. Once an opera house for the Atlanta Women's Club, it's just gorgeous and completely eaten up with historic character.
Sunday proved to be the quintessential end to my week of epicurean delight. Mama Beppie & Georgie Walden prepared a meal that was one hundred percent eat-your-heart-out, slap-your-grandmama, soul-lovin’, Southern Sunday Supper. Fried green tomatoes, peas, sliced tomatoes & cucumbers, corn on the cob, squash, and peaches & blueberries with whipped cream . . . hallelujah p-p-praise the Lord! After dinner, Jessica gave me a book to read that I’m just dying to get into . . . Cumberland Island: Strong Women, Wild Horses. And last night, I had dreams about the untamed island . . . think I’ll take a little trip to the coast sometime soon.
aS
(Ooh Girl It Is Soooo)
Hot This Week . . .
Bragg Jam is this weekend!.
City of Angels
The Greyfield Inn
Head Over Heels
Robert . . . Plant & McCord
Vicki Mills Awarded the Harry Hoile Award: Vicki Mills was presented the Harry Hoile Award at the American Advertising Foundation District 7 convention held in Chattanooga. Mills, former governor and board chair of the American Advertising Foundation District 7, is the vice president of Imedia Group.
Step Right Up, Get Your Tickets Before They Sell Out . . .
Willie Nelson & BB King
No comments:
Post a Comment