Many staples of my youth are epicurean delights today. Snails and mussels, for example.
We were an Italian family. My mother had been born in Italy. The cooking definitely Italian.
The snails are now known as escargot. Fancy!
At home, prepared differently than today. My mother would boil the snails in a large pan. The pan had to be large. The snails would try to climb up the sides to get out. The cooked snails were then placed in a huge spaghetti bowl. Sauce poured over. Toothpicks used to snare the snail from the shell.
Mussels. The mussels of today the same as the mussels of yesterday. Boiled. Covered with a tomato or buttery sauce. Bread dunking to clean the plate.
There was a third dish. Tripe. I hated tripe. Most must have. You rarely if ever see it on a menu today. Tripe is a cow’s stomach wall.
My Mother loved tripe. She cooked it. I had to eat it. Ugh!
I enjoyed mussels yesterday at lunch. At Salute’s. Best mussels in town!
I do not eat at Salute’s enough. Don’t know why. Food outstanding. Located on the beach, the view spectacular. Especially of the bikini clad ladies. At my age, the best that can be.
Last night a Chart Room one. Sat at the corner of the bar. Chatted with John.
Two ladies from Des Moines, Iowa seated at the round table. John, I and the ladies chatted away.
Laura and Lisa. Sixtyish. Attractive. One a widow, one divorced. Staying at the Pier House. Leave this morning.
Laura works for an insurance company as a workmen’s comp adjuster. Lisa in logistics for a trucking company.
Everyone expects to enjoy a little deviance in Key West. The ladies were interested where on Pier House property could they have sun bathe topless. I advised not on the main beach. Just to the right, however. under the overhang.
Next year, they will!
This morning’s Key West Citizen ran an article advising that the Navy is training four bottlenose dolphins in Key West waters for a month. The dolphins being trained in underwater detection. Apparently, dolphins are natural discovers of certain type weaponry buried underwater beneath the sand.
I have a dolphin family living in the waters off my house. Used to be four. Down to two now. If I am out on the deck as the sun rises, they will be all of 50 feet away looping up and down in the water.
Big night tomorrow! Don’t forget! The Big Sea Battle. The Conch Republic taking on the forces of the United States. Seven from Mallory Square to Schooner Wharf.
Thirty one years ago yesterday on April 26, 1986, the nuclear power plant at Chernobyl in the Ukraine suffered a chemical explosion. Big time bad time. Fifty tons of radioactive material released into the atmosphere.
In 2000, a mother came to me with her baby girl. Eight months old. Lovely. Bubbly. The child had been born with half an arm on one side. The left arm ended just above where the elbow would have been.
Turned out her husband had been working 15 miles from Chernobyl at the time of the event. I did a little digging. The baby was born with one arm missing as a result of the Chernobyl incident.
The mother was not in the area. The father was. It had been established medically that male semen for years thereafter had been affected.
A situation! The father refused to accept it was his semen that was responsible. The mother always crying as her husband beat on her and in her desire to protect/help their daughter.
I tried to put the case together. Beyond my experience and capabilities. Worked with experts in New York, London and Milan.
Sadly, we could not do it. For a number of reasons not pertinent to this portion of the story.
The Trump tax cut that is being bandied about the past 24 hours confuses me. Republicans for years have been decrying the national debt. Has to come down!!! All they would say. No, not say. Shout!
The proposed plan will increase the national debt anywhere from $3-10 trillion over the next ten years.
The Republicans are quiet.
Enjoy your day!