That's a picture of the magnolia blossom that I took last night with the hallway light behind it. I can't stop looking at it, loving it. So ethereal, so luscious. The scent of it is enough to make you drunk and hits you from from a room away. Could I ever live in a place where these magnolias cannot grow?
I am not sure.
Today was fun. And funny. Mr. Moon asked me if I'd like to go to Monticello for lunch with him. He wanted to buy crickets to use as bait on a river fishing trip tomorrow. He also needed to pay a bill and pick up a bunch of raw peanuts he'd ordered at the Farmers Market.
I decided we should try someplace different for lunch today and so I googled restaurants in Monticello, Florida and along with the ones I already know so well- Casa Grande (i.e. The Mexican), The Rev, The Brickhouse Eatery, Pizza Hut, and Burger King, there were a few I'd never heard of including Klucker's Fried Chicken and Roscoe's Food For the Soul.
Now I perked up at that last one. It's located right next to the Winn Dixie in the Winn Dixie shopping center where the Asian restaurant used to be that had the best Buddha's Delight. Anyway, I looked at the menu and it looked good to me and had all the things a southern girl could ask for from ribs to catfish to collards to banana pudding. So off we went, with the intention of trying Roscoe's.
First we went to the Farmer's Market which is always a treat.
Can you see Mr. Moon?
Both sides now.
Glen got his peanuts which means I'll be roasting again, and I got three pepper plants and an eggplant plant. Then we toodled off down neighborhood backroads to Roscoe's. I have to tell you that Monticello has an awful lot of charm to it.
However, the Winn Dixie shopping center is not charming in the least. Just about all of the stores are closed except for a nail salon and a store-front church and Roscoe's. Oh. And a liquor store. But having had some of the best food I've ever eaten in the most unlikely of places, I was not daunted by the location at all.
And things looked promising when we walked in. Great menu, pictures of celebrities with Roscoe all over the walls,
and red-checked oil cloth tablecloths over the plastic tables with ketchup, hot sauce, and pepper vinegar in the middle of each one.
As they should be.
So we ordered. I got a catfish sandwich and potato salad which I have been craving, and Mr. Moon got the two-ribs lunch special with collard greens. I asked the woman at the counter who Roscoe was because I was pretty sure that whoever he was, he had not met the people pictured with him in Monticello, Florida. Turns out that the "flagship" restaurant is in Anchorage, Alaska and I guess if you're a celebrity looking for soul food that far up north, you go see Roscoe.
The food came out and was served, as expected, in foam take-away containers except for my potato salad which was oddly served in a cardboard boat-shaped container. Here is what a southern fried catfish sandwich looks like.
I was a little frightened of her although she was a mere slip of a thing. Her demeanor was not humble, shall we say.
"There were raw parts in it," I said, as sweetly as possible.
"No, thanks!" I chirped.
And she turned on her heel and went back to the kitchen.
Mr. Moon said not a word about his ribs. Also? The collards were bitter and that is a sin.
So we won't be going back to Roscoe's.
Look how straight the rows are:
The beans growing up the fencing behind them are starting to bloom.