Eat at Joe’s

Food is an important part of a balanced diet.  ~Fran Lebowitz

Have you ever had your lunch watch you eat? That happened to me yesterday, not for the first time, but it’s still a little disconcerting. We’ve had some interesting lunches in the 14 months we’ve been in Texas. Until  this week, the catch of the day ranged from squirrel/ rabbit / quail stew …


… to  wild hogs, snared right outside the RV window.



And then roasted and delivered to our door step by our good buddy, Jimmy.


And there were the tarantulas delivered up in a crock pot by Ron, our driller.


I passed on those. 😀

Since the RV repair work is being done in Houston, we took the short drive to Galveston Island to wait for the call that all that was bent is straight again and the lavender window has been refitted to match it’s mates. This isn’t so much a planned vacation as it is a mandatory work break. But if I’m not going to be working, my heart’s pull is always toward the ocean.

With no paychecks coming in, we’ve been living on peanut butter and jelly and pretzels and cheese, but yesterday we did something radical and went to a restaurant on the gulf.

I found the sign floating in the water.

This immediately sent my jukebox brain back in time to Suzy Bogguss and Eat at Joe’s. 😀

So we did: Eat at Joe’s.

Heidi, who loves the sea but not the food that comes from it, settled for a Chipolte Hamburger which was clearly dead.

I chose the Grandaddy Lobster Crab Pot which kept it’s eye on me while I ate it.

Today it’s back to peanut butter and jelly that doesn’t watch me eat and the free Ferry boat ride that doesn’t go anywhere! Life is Good! 😀