I have brand new neighbors across the street. I walked over today and talked to the wife of the familial unit.
“I just wanted to welcome y’all into the neighborhood and let me know if you need any help moving,” I told her as I shook her hand.
She seemed very friendly and waved goodbye as I walked off back to my house. Dad marveled that I did that considering my social anxieties.
“You’ve come a long way, son,” he told me.
Culinarily Frou Frou…
Dad and I watched our GPTV cooking shows this afternoon. We have both grown to enjoy this Saturday event very much. Some of the cooking can be way over the top, though. A guy was barbecuing saffron infused cheese and bacon stuffed chicken breasts over old growth grapevine wood which gave it a “sweet, succulent taste”. Dad just looked at me and we both rolled our eyes.
“Now, where in the hell are you going to find old growth grapevine wood around here?” dad asked me facetiously.
Every time I heard grapevine, I thought of that monthly publication put out about Alcoholics Anonymous.
