Too many options

Well, today I need to get my clothes packed and Tex packed off to the pet boarding place and get the car packed and then pack some gasoline in the Toyota and head down to St. George Island. Unfortunately, there are too many options available for routes from Griffin to St. George. I am seriously considering going to Panama City and cutting eastward from there to Apalachicola. Patti says it only takes them four hours to get to Panama City from Lamar County, going the eastern Alabama route. I think I'll try it and take Kate out to eat at the barbecue place in Columbus. That should be a good start. Good barbecue followed by the best oysters around. Who needs, and I realize I have said this before, yes, who needs turkey?

Ok, ok, the turkey does help with the dressing.

There are many possible recipe options as far as dressing is concerned for turkey at Thanksgiving. I have had many different types of dressing and I have pretty much liked them all. With some notable exceptions. There was one recipe I remember which was too dependant on pre-canned and pre-made ingredients. I know it was easy and helped with the preparation of the feast. However, this is a time for real cooking, not just assembling ingredients.

But truthfully, I am not that picky. Just hungry, mostly. I even liked the turkey and dressing they served in the cafeterias of old. However, my grandmother's recipe is superlative. Fashioned into 'pones', which is an Indian word, I believe, and frozen, then reheated and served with turkey and gravy, this dressing recipe is wonderful. I would be willing to throw Martha Stewart, Paula Deen, and anybody else you might want to throw into the mix together and let them come up with something to match my grandmother's dressing, and I think they would all fail. As much as I like those guys there is little chance for them to come up with something to beat the Platonic ideal.

Come Thursday, Frank and I will jockey for position to see who can eat the highest number of pones at one meal. If Kevin wants to join in he is welcome. This is work for men, not boys.

But leave the oysters to me.

And there better not be a red tide or anything else which would adversely affect the crop in Apalachicola Bay. Come Wednesday morning, I want to see those boys standing in their oyster boats, each with a tall stack of oysters propped on their bows, riding the water, tongs in hand. And working at it. Because, I will be there to be served. You all should make some money this week.

I love months with 'r's' in them.