quote:Originally posted by Ort. Carlton.
I'll tell y'all about my Huddle House Turkey Omelette tomorrow....
Dearfolk,
Since I have no nearby family and wasn't in the mood to intrude on anyone else's (whether I was more than welcome to do so or not) on Thanksgiving Day, I decided to work within my scanty-for-the-moment budget and yet do something creative, so I cranked up Van Ella Fitzgerald and scooted over to my nearby Kroger at the corner of Alps Road and Baxter Street, where I bought a pack of generic Kroger Sliced Turkey Breast for cheap (it was on sale, too, so it was even cheaper than customary!).
I left outta there and squiggled down Baxter Street to Fuller Street, around the unique corner where Fuller Street intersects Fuller Street, up Minor Street (was that the inspiration for Fats Waller's "Minor Drag"??? I thought so as a kid, and articulated such to my more-than-puzzled father!) past Benning Street (some old maps show it as "Bennoin Street!), by Hill Chapel Street, across West Broad Street, West Hancock Avenue, and Glenhaven Avenue all in one fell swoop, up The Plaza to Hill Street (no Blues here!), jogged over down Franklin Street to catch Cobb Street, crossed North Milledge Avenue, turned right on Prince Avenue, and - voila! - putted into the parking lot of The Huddle House. (I'll tell y'all about one street I didn't wander by -- Wanassed Street -- another time. Suffice to say that it is the only Wanassed Street in the world. And, by the way, "Wanassed" is not a past tense!)
Hey, I don't remember if it was Geoff or Lonnie who made me my food, but Amy rang it up as a Plain Cheese Omelette, in spite of the fact that it was anything but plain. It must have has a third of a pound of turkey in it, and although the only cheese availabilities were American (the pre-sliced stuff my mother always called "Chewing Gum Cheese") and Shredded Cheddar, the combination of turkey and Cheddar wasn't half bad.
After adequately munching down, I walked out to my van and pulled out several boxes of books and set to and processed them for sale this coming Tuesday afternoon. I have seven boxes finished (if I counted correctly), and all of them came from out of the carport instead of from the piles remaining in the house.
So I had a Thankful Thanksgiving, and even managed to give an assist here and there when The Huddle House got really busy. My doing book work there sitting in a booth is often extra security for them, or so both the police and the management tell me. I guess that's a virtue of being known in a town....
Hopefully I'll have an on-the-road adventure to report to y'all before long. As I said back there a ways, I refound the notes I need to detail everything; it's just a matter of time before I get to it.
More news when it's news.
Reporting All The News That's Fit To Eat, Ort. Carlton, Ye Travelling Trencherman of Athens, Georgia.