Zucchini...Use It or Lose It

After Charleston and Savannah, I swore I'd never eat again.  I lied.  Today I had two fairly small pathetic-looking Zucchini (es?) (Courgettes to you over the pond) and one small yellow crooked neck squash ready to be used or tossed,  I do not throw out food.  What to do?? 

Zucchini Fritters

1 or 2 or 3 Smallish Zucchini or a mixture of Zucchini and Yellow Squash shredded on large holes of box grater or in food processor

1 jumbo or large egg

2 Tablespoons Cornstarch

1/3 Cup flour

salt and pepper

3 Spring onions diced

Place shredded Zucchini in large bowl.  Sprinkle with salt.  Let sit 10 minutes.   Blot with paper towels until dry.

Combine all ingredients.  Drop by spoonful into hot oil and flatten like pancake.

Turn once when bottom is browned

Drain on paper towel

Serve with sour cream and more onions

Topping

Sour Cream

Sliced Spring Onions

Wandering Charleston

We left home yesterday at 8:30AM.  After a brief stop for breakfast, aka heart attack on a plate, of cheesy scrambled eggs, fatty bacon, hash browns (shredded) and white toast (the kind like Wonder Bread but with a sweetish taste) all washed down with a sweet tea all at a rather grimy-looking Waffle House wall to wall with people who looked like they needed a bath and a shave (and that was just the women) we arrived at 4:30PM at the lovely civilized genteel southern hub of graciousness named Charleston, South Carolina.  What a mecca after the breakfast experience, which, by the way was scrumpdillyicious, and not a Waffle House in sight.

Our hotel, The Mills House, was a lovely surprise.  I had bid for it on Price Line by offering one hundred dollars per night for a blind bid for any 4 star  hotel in the historic district.  I did this after pricing the historic district hotels.  I had no idea what hotel we'd get.  The location is just fantastic and within walking distance to everything! 

After we checked in and got organized, we decided to take a walk to the waterfront park.  On the way, we saw a sign for Happy Hour at a small bistro near our hotel.  John had two beers, I had a sweet tea and we shared two small appetizers.  This passed for our dinner and we set off for the water, walking five blocks down and two blocks over to Vendue Street.  We strolled the waterfront, sat on a bench and people watched.  A man and woman next to us spoke very little English and were on a cell phone trying to explain a map to someone in some foreign language I didn't recognize.  She shoved the phone at me and said, "You talk."   A man was screaming, "you speak English?  Where are they?'  I said "Waterfront Park" and he screamed, "you tell them stay!  I come!"  Somehow I made the woman understand.  Her husband grabbed my hand and kissed it.  I  asked "What language were you speaking?"  "Where from?"  Wife said "israeli" "Hebrew" She thanked me.  We parted new friends.  I was glad I could help.  I know what it feels like to be in a foreign country and not speak the language and be lost.  I got separated from John in the subway station in Rome and didn't even know what street our apartment was on. 

We headed back to our hotel for showers, TV and an early night...

Baby the Rain Must Fall

It's been raining for an entire week. What else is there for an old girl to do but dream about sexy Steve McQueen?

Our Day...Our Land...Our People

Strong

"And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make"

 

Paul McCartney, The Beatles Illustrated Lyrics

Sometimes, when you really need something and you aren't even sure what that something is or how to get it, be it comfort or care or just a reminder of who it is you are, you search for one thing and stumble across something else entirely that speaks eloquently to your soul.  Yesterday, I was lucky that way and stumbled into this...

Strong

Megan’s just a Wallflower

Pushin’ through the hallways

Nobody knows her name

Sometimes High School feels like a minefield

Just tryin’ to get through the day

She’s an easy target for small minds

They don’t know that inside

She’s strong as steel forged in the fire

Bargin’ through the scared and the tired

‘til all the weak is gone..

She’s strong

Susan counts the tips and looks in on her kids

 to make sure they get their homework done

They’re gonna go to college

She’ll work as many jobs as it takes for her daughter and son

Some nights she feels defeated

 Don’t mistake that for weakness

She’s strong as steel forged in the fire

Bargin’ through the scared and the tired

It’s always darkest before the dawn

She’s strong…

She’s strong enough to bend but never breaking

Strong in the face of the battle ragin’

Set on movin’ on

Strong as a prayer arms wide open

Strong as a will that won’t be broken

She’s strong as steel forged in the fire

 Bargin’ through the scared and the tired

‘til all the weak is gone

She’s strong