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You know, as "dry" as the alien hive the space marines infiltrate in
Aliens
(1986); that kind of dry heat. The intrepid
Two Old Farts (friend Diefenbaker—a.k.a. Scott—and I) got
together this morning at
Tanglewood Park, just southwest of Winston-Salem, NC, to hunt a few geocaches
(sadly minus our favorite short women geocachers,
Fishdownthestair—a.k.a. Natalie—and Cupdaisy—a.k.a.
Debbie, for they were indisposed—a.k.a. chickened out). Scott and I put
in well over six miles on the trail in temps that reached the very high 90s,
with a heat index of 106℉, so I suspect we sweated off a few pounds of otherwise healthy
brain cells. Whew! We found seven caches, all of them a lot of fun. And we
both survived, at least until we parted company after lunch. I dunno about
later.
Speaking of lunch, we found a mighty good one at
Ma'Luz Mexcican Grill
(formerly MiPueblo). Street tacos are one of my most profound
weaknesses, and their brisket street tacos almost had me swooning. Or maybe
that was the margarita.
Nah, it was the tacos.
Last night, we hosted our regular Supper Club, with friends
Terry & Beth and Joe & Suzy in attendance.
I made Thai Basil Chicken, one of my staple dishes. Since we don't have any
Thai restaurants nearby anymore, when we want Thai food, I head for the
kitchen...
T'was all good. Imma fall over now.
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| Brugger caught the Supper Club crowd in its native environment. |
