. . . Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Mississippi
Lord, I’m coming home to you
Mmkay, I’ve officially frightened myself opening this post with lyrics to a Lynyrd Skynyrd song. But. It really is good to be home.
Lovegirl and I spent a wonderful, marvelous, totally relaxing 10 days at my parents’ in Southern California. We went to surprise my grandmother by going to church with her to celebrate her 85th birthday – totally awesome to see and suprise her and to see the rest of la familia. Other trip highlights? So glad you asked. They include:
- Fish tacos at Taco Nazo on Foothill Blvd in Pomona. Well, the name has changed to Senor Baja, but in my heart, they’ll always be Taco Nazo. So very good. If you’ve never had a fish taco, you’ve got to try them sometime. But don’t spring for fancy-schmancy ones in a “real” restaurant. My experience says that you should pay no more than $1.49 for a good fish taco. Taco Nazo sells theirs for a mere 99 cents every Wednesday – talk about good eating!
- Meeting my baby brother’s fiancee. (Should I have started the list with this one?) Anyhoo, she’s a real sweetheart of a girl, and I pray they’ll always be happy together. Wedding is set for 2008. More details to follow.
- Lovegirl and the swimming pool. ‘Nuff said!
- My “ghett-toes.” Compliments of the nice lady at Linda’s I now have – I have no idea what to call it – a “colored” french pedicure? Pearly red tips instead of white. With a little red/white/silver flower on each of my big toes. Such a departure for me. Love it!
- I bought TWO – that’s right TWO – pairs of shoes for under $200 total. I know you may be thinking that’s no big deal. I wear a 12N. Very hard to find and damn expensive when I do. Believe me – it’s a big deal. So, when you see me walking around in my new kicks – one pair of flip flops and one pair of wedge heels, please congratulate me on my good fortune.
- Breakfast at BC Cafe. Okay, so now you know. One of the big thrills for me as it relates to going home is the food. This place is awesome. They’re only open for breakfast and lunch, so don’t plan on checking them out for dinner. Great fresh food. Huge servings. Really. I had a short stack (4) of pecan pancakes. I couldn’t eat a whole ONE. If you’re ever on Indian Hill Boulevard in Claremont, check ‘em out.
- IKEA. I heart IKEA.
- Doing totally touristy stuff to show the above-mentioned sister-in-law-to-be around. Farmer’s Market, Venice Beach, Hollywood Boulevard, Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles . . .
Ooh – I just realized that I spent an inordinate amount of time while in Cali eating. And it was damn good. There’s this chi-chi gourmet shop at the L.A. Farmer’s Market – Monsieur Marcel – that has some of the best cheese ever! One of my life’s goals is to eat my way through the cheese in this shop. So far my favorite has been this Emu Creek Mt. Elephant (whatever that means) cheese. I’m not really a foodie, but terms like sweet, nutty, and complex definitely come into play here. They also let you sample from the huge vats of imported olives. Heaven!
Okay. I’m hungry now. Whatever the direction of this post was when I started has been completely lost. Suffice it to say that we had a good time. We ate a lot. We really missed Smoochy, and I’m glad to be home. I’m going to lunch.
And my next entry? Yeah, I’ll talk about losing my hips. They are so gone!