Today’s Word of the Day fits in perfectly with this wonderful new magazine I’ve been crushing on for more than a minute now.
Introducing Gastro Obscura, a newsletter about all the obscure foods from around the country! Click on the link and read a curious story about the Ice Cream Bean, then sign up for the free newsletter and you’ll have hours of reading material while you learn all about wondrous foods to explore and enjoy!
That is just one of 7 articles in this issue alone, plus, once you click on a story and read it, down at the bottom of the page will feature older articles from past issues. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
In this issue alone, you’ll find the story above in addition to learning about Australia’s Growing Camel Meat Trade, how “cream crowdie” goes from breakfast to dessert, who Wes Anderson is, the myth of Wild Haggis, Immortalizing Waffle House, to Fried Carb Masterpieces! I shared a picture from the article to illustrate how beautiful that can be!
PS-I’m not a vampire, but you might find one here! This magazine also takes you to any location around the world-even if the article doesn’t necessarily feature food.
So dive in, and let me know what you think. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll share another obscure little newsletter I’ve been getting that treats me to the news you don’t get on your local stations! Adios for now! Peace out!
She didn’t see life through rose colored glasses, so when the bully crushed them under his boot while snatching her purse in the dark alley, she swore he’d get his comeuppance.
At once, she started formulating her plan, even as he stuffed her in the trunk and drove away to where, she wouldn’t find out. She groped in the dark trunk for the ring to release the hatch, then waited for the car to stop at a light or something.
At the first opportunity, she popped the hatch and slithered out so she would not be detected. Carefully crouching behind the car, she peered through her hazel eyes that, without her specs made everything blurry, and cautiously made her way to the side of the road, miraculously, she didn’t get hit by oncoming traffic.
Hurriedly, she crept behind a gas station until he drove off, but before he did, she snapped a photo of his license plate. Once she saw his taillights disappear, she hurried into the shop and had the clerk call 911. She explained everything to the police when they arrived and luckily, they first put out a bolo for the crook’s car, then kindly drove her home, where she immediately made an appointment to get new glasses.
This silly short story was brought to you by the Word of the Day prompt and part of JusJoJan for today!
Well, sue me, I believe I missed a day of JusJoJan but hopefully I make up for it today.
I guess you could say I am hidingfrom my responsibilities this morning to relax with my coffee, read my emails, do my Spanish lesson, and write my blog before it’s time to go to the store, watch our church service and host family dinner. I don’t even know what we are making yet. 🤣
Yesterday, we visited my mother, and Dave’s parent’s resting place out at DFW National Cemetery. It was a fitting day, gloomy, foggy, misty, and cool. I didn’t know we were going, we just started driving and ended up there.
From there, we visited Living Spaces in Grand Prairie and neither of us were very impressed. Too expensive and not really our style for furniture.
From there, we went downtown Ft Worth, closer to home, to have a late lunch and a margarita at mis favorito restaurante, Los Vaqueros. After that, we went to visit the grave of our dear family friend, Jack Collier. Dave misses him so much!
I’ve written about Jack before in my short story Our Friend Jack, if you’d like to read it.
I haven’t seen my youngest and his girlfriend in several weeks and I find it’s getting hard to breath. I hope he visits today, but he works so much, I’m doubtful I will. His girl Becky got a mild case of COVID but has recovered, so it’s safe for them to visit now. Maybe we will get lucky and see them for dinner.
Maybe we will have gumbo. It’s another gloomy looking day with storms possible. Sounds like a great day for gumbo!
I have been watching a show on Netflix called Surviving Death. They talk with several people who have seen or seen signs of their loved ones after they’ve passed, giving hope and comfort to the survivors. Having been raised to believe that we go to heaven and the soul no longer cares what is going on down here, I’m very skeptical about these stories, but they are so compelling, it all sounds plausible. There is also talks with Mediums, ghost hunters and the like, but the people who specifically asked their loved ones to show them a sign and then got that very specific sign is encouraging.
The show explains a lot of the science behind the phenomena, and my scientific mind wants to allow for this possibility, even if my religious upbringing “forbids” it. There are experts, and first hand accounts throughout this show that make it all sound so believable. It is not “witchy” or evil in any way, these are beautiful stories told about near death experiences, and other cases of communicating with people’s loved ones after death. It is, in fact, all very spiritual, and most of these people are believers and Christians.
I asked for a sign from my grandmother for years after she passed away. I never got one, but maybe it is because my energy is too negative and I need to open my mind to the possibility. I HAVE always thought she was my guardian angel. Now, with Mom, it’s so different because we had a volatile relationship, yet I loved her. Is that why I don’t get a sign from her? I don’t know. I don’t even know if it’s right to want to, because of my belief system. Anyway, I tell you all of this to say that yesterday while we were visiting her columbarium (such a weird feeling btw), I asked her (in my mind) to show me a sign that she is ok wherever she is and that she is not angry with me. I wish I could have that peace of mind, but I may never until I am with her again in heaven.
I think the show is worth the watch, please do and share your thoughts with me later. I hope you all have a blessed Sunday!
The shaman had a vendetta against his foes, so he cast a spell that would render them speechless for a month. This way, he could gather all the shamans together and come up with a plan for total destruction. Once his plan was put in place, the head shaman would relocate to parts unknown.