Another Saturday

Hi there!

After an otherwise unremarkable week, there's nothing like good food to amuse me.  Unless what you had in mind is a) an Epic Fail or b) no-where to be found.

In years past, my workplace benefitted from its association with Food Brokers (think freebies!) -- but I never really understood what it is, exactly, they do.  Perhaps they could tell me why ...

Even now, when the pandemic panic buying seems to be over, it's hard to find certain things.   Ratio (Keto) vanilla yogurt for instance.   Presently Publix and Wal-Mart are the only ones that stock it -- and the latter's begun limiting it, 3 to a customer.   Another of my passions that's hard to find, green-leaf lettuce.  

Today, for instance, I tried Romaine.  Meh.
In spite of adding generous amounts of nuts and veggies, I still had a craving for a 'little something' sweet.   Does anyone else get that way? 

Ta-dah!

Some of y'all may remember when, on the recommendation of another blogger, I began fermenting garlic cloves in fresh honey.   The recommended wait time was 2 weeks -- but it's been 2 months!

I won't say we've an abundance of cabinet space, but 'someone' stuck this jar behind the soups and I'd forgotten about it 'til now.   What can I say, but 'Yum!'  Best of all, it's a natural anti-oxidant.

I could put a check-mark beside that in Week #5(52) of my new-to-me Joys Journal.  But nooooo.

That honor goes to my new favorite pizza spot, Can a Brotha Get a Slice.

Given its location, it not somewhere we'd normally frequent.   But my granddaughter's friend claims it's The Best in Alabama.   One reviewer even wrote she comes from Birmingham for the pizza.   

I like how some of the street's older (not quite decrepit) homes are being reincarnated into little boutiques -- even a doggie bakery.   The only parking to be had is in back; there's no indoor seating.  That's okay.  

They bill themselves as "The Most Romantic Pizza on Earth"

but I was taken by this chalk 'Welcome.'

At the owner's suggestion we waited outside in the car; 10 minutes later he comes out -- big smile and apologies for having run out of boxes.  (Instead, he gave us the pie atop one of his pans.)   It's not even a half hour drive home, but the aroma was close to interfering with my ability to drive. (LOL)

We got the Supreme -- but I'm not as fond of red sauce or pepperoni as Tom.    I've already got my eyes set on the Boujee Auntie -- fried chicken and spinach with white sauce.

You may be wondering, whatever happened to the former Atkins-turned-Keto disciple?

Oh, she's still in here, but you know what?

Considering how much JOY I get out of Good Food and Drink, I'm loosening the chains.

Since Thanksgiving, I've gained back almost 10 (of 25) pounds, but it's a compromise I'm comfortable with.

Life's too short to fret and stress ... besides, some of these carbs might make their way to my face and fill in the wrinkles.  Ya think?  LOL!

Smile, it's Saturday!

Hugs, Myra