After camping for four nights and cooking all our own food over a fire and on the camp stove, we treated ourselves to a nice dinner out. This was in front of the restaurant. As we were walking to the car, we noticed the sun sinking right across the way, over the water. Miles and I got our cameras and snapped some pictures of it. This sign was advertising karaoke and congratulating someone for something. We were in South Carolina, south of Charleston, and the food was low country. They have a specialty in that particular area called Frogmore Stew, which does not involve frogs. Rather, it's shrimp, chorizo sausage, potatoes and corn in a sort of a broth. My mother-in-law tried it, and she loved it. I ate a bite of chorizo and it was amazing.
This sign has been posted on my oven door for several days now:
Josh has grown a ton of peppers, and he's working on drying them out. He makes his own crushed red pepper flakes, which are great to cook with. Apparently, he does not trust that I'll remember that he's left peppers in the oven, (he's right) and thinks that I'll turn it on to preheat without looking inside first, resulting in...well, I guess some burned up peppers. Though, surely he realizes how infrequently I've used the oven lately. He also informed me that the crushed red pepper flakes contain pepper seeds! Ack!
I guess he thought that since pepper seeds bother me so much, that he should disclose this information to me. Some things are better left unsaid. I'll enjoy them anyway.
