Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Fruits de Mere -- MidWeek Blues -- The Jim Bunch Eats

Or Fruits of the Sea as my friend Joe, of Joe's Pizza and Pasta, calls this dish. Joe closed his Italian restaurant in New Jersey and moved here so we could enjoy delicious fruits of his Italian cooking skills.

Mrs. Jim and I shared this. I am not sure I could eaten the whole thing. I had my first on Mont-Saint-Michel (
link) off the Normandy Coast of France.

It was in a quaint little restaurant carved in the mountain giving it a sort of cave-like atmosphere. Yet we could watch the pedestrians walking along on the sidewalks outside.

We have visited Mont-Saint-Michel three times, staying overnight on the island each time. Make hotel reservations early if you'd like to do that.

In this restaurant which was no exception to the general practice, patrons' dogs would come in with them to eat. The dogs are tethered on the owners' chairs and lay perfectly still until it is time to leave. Some save a scrap for their dogs.

That doesn't happen in Texas although Katrin sits perfectly still under our table while we are eating. Adi would beg through the whole meal if we let her.

This was another meal after Church eating with some from Mrs. Jim's Sunday school class. They go to a restaurant almost every Sunday.

Once and in a while they do have a pot luck lunch. We never turn down an opportunity to eat with the group whatever we do or wherever we go.

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If you want to post a MidWeek Blues picture, go get directions from Rebecca by clicking on the logo here. She has a Mr. Linky and good directions . Just do what I did.
Or do less. All she requires is a BLUE PICTURE, you don't have to write.

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Sunday, September 06, 2009

One Single Impression: Romance


The Evening Breeze

The evening breeze is blowing
with the moon brightly glowing.

Don't care where the fellows are
they're all so far—I'm with you.

We've got the juices flowing
pale moonlight, sets us glowing.

A little kiss seems so right
not out of sight thus you think.

We'll pucker up, close our eyes,
erase the moon from the skies.

Our touch and kiss then some more
right here before moon's bright light.

My want for you is growing,
the evening breeze still blowing.

Our moon, the breeze, you so fair;
ours in the air—is romance.

This moment seize just for us.
For us love may follow lust .

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