The ordering of Palms
Trip Start Dec 01, 2010
48Trip End Mar 01, 2011
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As we started out this morning in search of a place for Gail to get a haircut, we passed what proved to be a wonderful landscape supply yard. A simple comment was made, "we should stop and look on the way home". After the rinse, wash and cut we were heading back down the road towards "the palms".
Getting out of the truck we were greeted with a happy smile and a firm handshake from the owner. Ralf, no it's not misspelled, was most proud of all his palms and plants. He gave us a tour and education on the mighty palm and it's many variations
After wondering around for an hour or more and making a plan, we left with Ralf's card and a solid plan on getting our yard "palmed out". Who knew that I would be the proud owner of my very own palm trees before I was 80. Gail has once again formulated a plan.
Not to break with tradition, we of course had to stop for lunch somewhere.Today's bounty was furnished by a local place. Picture in your minds eye the words "dump, dive, hole, shack, spoon, joint", or any other name I might have missed. I think you get the idea. The parking lot is unpaved and just dirt, the building was painted red maybe 30 years ago and the door was propped open for some reason.
Walking in we were greeted by a nice old Southern Lady. Instructed to sit anywhere, go look at the buffet food, and she would send over our waitress. Lets start by saying the inside of the building looked like the outside. My thoughts were are we in trouble here? Will Gail even eat the food served? I opted as usual for the buffet. The line was full of southern delights. Red beans and rice, fried chicken, creole rice, and yes, collard greens, turnips, and a host of other wonders from the kitchen. Gail opted for the Flounder sandwich.
To our surprise, everything was outstanding. Looks can deceive .After 2 trips up to the buffet, my tank was full. Gail was also pleased and full. But, there had to be one last trip up to the line. Banana pudding was to be had. This was some of the best I have ever eaten. I instantly had memories of my grandmothers banana pudding. Oh how I loved it. I would have swam in a big tray of it as a kid if I could. There was also a Pineapple pudding that was a close second. Gail found a new item to add to her list of Southern favorites. Big E's banana pudding has now been added.