Friday, April 24, 2009

On my way to Maison de la Rosie

I like sandwiches. I love sandwiches. Maybe not as much as my brother, who will make a sandwich out of 2 French fries and a piece of cheese. I generally prefer bread with mine. When I was carrying BS, I had 3 major cravings, and sandwiches was one. Especially submarine sandwiches. I still crave submarine sandwiches.

The other 2 cravings were chewing ice and smelling car fumes. Gas, exhaust, a hot engine, they smelled wonderful to me. I didn't indulge that one very often, 'cause I think BS is somewhat normal. Somewhat.

I got sidetracked again.

Since I love sandwiches (and chips & dips), I thought about trying my hand with making some kind of thingie that I can use as a sandwich wrap or vehicle to convey delicious dip to my mouth. Tortillas can be heavy, and crepes are too fragile. Maybe something in-between? I've never made a tortilla before, but ooooooooo, I know someone who has. Since BS went to his old stomping grounds of Blacksburg for the weekend, I think I'll take a little trip too.

Aside - Rosie is one of my internet friends that I met in person a couple years ago when we found out that she lived not too far from me and knows my dad. Small world. So now we stalk each other, and she is a wonderful and inventive cook who loves to try new things. And when I visit her, she cooks for me. So, there is a method to my madness, eh?

Rosie will help me figure this out. **picks up phone & dials**

Me: Hey Rosie, it's Ticky (that's the online name she knows me by. Of course she also knows my real name, but if she mentions it, I'll have to kill her.)

Rosie: Ticky! I was just thinking about you and telling Mr Hawthorne how much I missed you.

Okay, she didn't really say that, close though. But the end result of the conversation was that I headed down her way today to experiment with tortilla-crepes, or torepes, or cretillas, or whatever.

Let me say this about coastal Virginia and North Carolina. It is lovely. Heavily treed, and the trees are interspersed with fertile farm fields (more 'f' words). And now the trees are every imaginable shade of green. Gorgeous. I even had to turn around for this particular Kodak moment:

Those are buttercups. Whole fields of buttercups. Oh my. (oh, and Russ - the point-and-shoot was set on 'automatic')

I also discovered that I chose to come on OBX Bike Week. And me without my black leather bustier. Dang. But I so want one of these. Sorry about the quality of these pictures. I took them from my car. While I was driving!

I know I'm almost there when this place comes into view. It means the bridge is just ahead.

Tortilla post and dinner to come.


Anonymous said...

I love fields of the buttercup.
Quite lovely.

I like to motorcycle too.

I work as topless dancer.
Make good money.

Your fiend in Sandra, Romania.

Hairball said...

I agree with "Your fiend in Sandra, Romania." about the pictures of the buttercups. Nice shots!!

Busty Boomer (until July) said...

And I'll bet if you thought about it for 1/3 of a second, you would know who my fiend is.

Sista G said...

1/3 of a second is up, and I don't know who your fiend is...I'll bet she's not a fiend!

How come BS was in BB and didn't give us a jingle!! He coulda gone yakin' in the river!

Busty Boomer (aka Kathy) said...

Yell at BS, not me. The fiend is Rosie. She likes to play with her comments.

Sista G said...

Funny Rosie!!!

Michael said...

I could make a sandwich out of a piece of cheese and a potato chip with an onion slice and a little ketchup. Mmmm. Sounds good.

Sista G said...

You could make a sandwich out of 2 cornflakes and a piece of shredded cheese and ketchup!!!!

Busty Boomer (aka Kathy) said...

He could make a sandwich out of 2 pieces of dried ketchup leather & a snip of Velveeta.