Posted 1:12 am Sunday, August 26, 2012
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A taste of empty nesting and sizzling sandwiches
By Nelson Clyde
isitjustme@tylerpaper.com
It’s funny how life ebbs and flows. Sometimes I get stuck going to the same places and following the same routines and then suddenly the winds of change take life in a new direction.
isitjustme@tylerpaper.com
It’s funny how life ebbs and flows. Sometimes I get stuck going to the same places and following the same routines and then suddenly the winds of change take life in a new direction.
No small part of this for us this last week was shipping our youngest daughter Rachel off to The University of Texas. We moved her into her dorm room with the help of two capable young men who were working only for tips to move girls into the freshman dorm. What humanitarians they must be.
Clearly, they get a little pop and pretzel money and get to scope out all the cute new girls arriving on campus before their friends. My only advice of much substance to Rachel on her journey into the “big sandbox” was to beware of any young man who tells her she is beautiful. My reasons are simple. To wit, her beauty is self-evident and thus needs no further lauding (especially from some upperclassman). Any effort to point out something so obvious is evidence of ill intent. Enough said.
We will know sometime in the next 48 hours which, if any, sorority she unites with and then school can finally begin.
Our house was eerily quiet last week with Rachel’s departure, and when our youngest, Jamie, spent the night away on Friday, we got a good little glimpse of what our life will be like in five short years.
Saturday afternoon several of you came to FRESH to support my Greenberg Turkey sandwich. I made my delicacy under the watchful eye of Sam the turkey man himself. He observed with some concern that I may have been placing too much meat on my sandwiches. I told him I guessed it was the first time in a long time I had been accused of being liberal.
We sat and reflected a bit on the sandwich competition and figured if my sandwich wins the price could be staggering. In fact, the only ingredients I could have added to make it reach $100 would have been black truffles and foie gras. But darn it if my name — and his for that matter — are gonna be on a menu, then maybe it ought to cost $15 or $20. If you want quality, you should pay extra.
Back to the ebb and flow of life. Our Flavor editor, Christine Gardner, is taking on the project of identifying the best hamburger in the area. A big conversation took place in our newsroom last week on the subject. Stay tuned while she briefs us on her findings. For my part, the past two Mondays, I took some time to play golf with my boys at Pine Dunes golf course on the south side of Frankston.
We will know sometime in the next 48 hours which, if any, sorority she unites with and then school can finally begin.
Our house was eerily quiet last week with Rachel’s departure, and when our youngest, Jamie, spent the night away on Friday, we got a good little glimpse of what our life will be like in five short years.
Saturday afternoon several of you came to FRESH to support my Greenberg Turkey sandwich. I made my delicacy under the watchful eye of Sam the turkey man himself. He observed with some concern that I may have been placing too much meat on my sandwiches. I told him I guessed it was the first time in a long time I had been accused of being liberal.
We sat and reflected a bit on the sandwich competition and figured if my sandwich wins the price could be staggering. In fact, the only ingredients I could have added to make it reach $100 would have been black truffles and foie gras. But darn it if my name — and his for that matter — are gonna be on a menu, then maybe it ought to cost $15 or $20. If you want quality, you should pay extra.
Back to the ebb and flow of life. Our Flavor editor, Christine Gardner, is taking on the project of identifying the best hamburger in the area. A big conversation took place in our newsroom last week on the subject. Stay tuned while she briefs us on her findings. For my part, the past two Mondays, I took some time to play golf with my boys at Pine Dunes golf course on the south side of Frankston.
It is a great golf experience, but the real bonus is the ride home when we stopped for the first time in years for a burger, fries, onion rings and pie at the Country Kettle in Frankston. Don’t mention this to the Delong’s at the Blue Store in Noonday. Each place has its own magic.
The second Monday we were in a hurry, so we called ahead and ordered our stuff through a delightful lady who answered the phone.
Geneva was on her “A” game when we arrived and helped us get our lunch quickly so I could get back and make it to a memorial service.
Sometimes you just connect with people as though you have known them your entire life even if it’s just for 45 minutes to eat your lunch. Geneva took care of us like we were regulars at the place. If you go, be sure and go all in and get fries and onion rings, and give Geneva my best.
Don’t forget to vote for my sandwich in the FRESH Sizzling Sandwich Showdown. Go to the FRESH website and vote or you can vote in the store through Monday. Just think, if I win, we’ll be eating Greenberg turkey sandwiches in September. What a beautiful thought.
The second Monday we were in a hurry, so we called ahead and ordered our stuff through a delightful lady who answered the phone.
Geneva was on her “A” game when we arrived and helped us get our lunch quickly so I could get back and make it to a memorial service.
Sometimes you just connect with people as though you have known them your entire life even if it’s just for 45 minutes to eat your lunch. Geneva took care of us like we were regulars at the place. If you go, be sure and go all in and get fries and onion rings, and give Geneva my best.
Don’t forget to vote for my sandwich in the FRESH Sizzling Sandwich Showdown. Go to the FRESH website and vote or you can vote in the store through Monday. Just think, if I win, we’ll be eating Greenberg turkey sandwiches in September. What a beautiful thought.
