Today dawned cold and breezy so the walk for the morning latte was accomplished walking briskly and cutting diagonally across empty parking lots. I think my plan of getting recognized in PJ’s is not really going to work, this morning one of the two baristas, who was in there on my first two visits early this week, didn’t show anything.
But coincidently, I did get recognized, sort of, in the local grocery story after three visits. Sally and I went out to the local Piggly Wiggly to get some milk for her mom and for us to pick some supplies for hunkering down on Tuesday when the Snowmageddon (2-4 inches) hits here in Hammond on Tuesday. When we got to the cashier, she said, “The kids are back.” Just by chance she was the cashier on our last two visits and remembered the pair of together. I think if we ever go back to the Pig during this visit we should seek her out and get in line even if it is longer than every over one.
We took a visit to Sally’s daughter’s Airbnb on the outskirts of Hammond and it is a wonder. It is well off the main road on a dirt road back in the woods. Appropriately the name of the home is Hobbit House. It would several paragraphs to describe it, so hit this link.
After the house tour, we (Me, Sally, Claire the daughter, and Mom/grandmom Adele) headed south into the Louisiana bayou to a place called Middendorf’s Manchac for lunch. I got the Middendorf’s Special, which is several thin fried catfish fillets piled on a pile of french fries accompanied by two hush puppies and a bowl of cole slaw. I challenged myself to finish this off, and I would have had the hush puppies been any good. I took one bite and it was dry and probably double fried. I’m still digesting it as I write this about 8 hours later.