Diet Bird Battalion

Posted: April 16, 2013 | Author: | Filed under: Diet- comedy, Uncategorized | Tags: , , | 2 Comments

As a major reward for their team Russ and his business partner Rich are having their team meeting on the Mayan Rivera and the spouses get to come along for fun. I consider this a major reward for the spouses who endure keeping the home fires burning while the team is out on the road. I am thankful for this trip and all the trips that keep their company going and the team of people who work so hard.

In order to make sure everything here at Maroma, the resort we are taking over, is up to snuff we had to come a day early, a hardship for sure. I am doing my due diligence by writing this blog from the hammock on our porch over looking the ocean and the tops of the coconut palm trees. The wind is blowing a warm breeze and the sun is strong, but the thatched roof of my terrace keeps me cool.

Russ and I awoke to a tray of coffee and iced tea set on our terrace so we lay around on the cushioned sofa and contemplated what we should do this morning. It was so pleasant to be warm after the months of cold at home and not to have an agenda for the morning that we decided to order room service, or should I say terrace service, for breakfast and spend a little more time just lazing around.

Edwardo, arrived with a giant tray of eggs and fruit, just what we having-to-wear-bathing-suit-for-the-first-time-in-months gringos should have. Then he pulled out a basket of toast and sweet breads and he said he thought we might also like them with their homemade guava, papaya and strawberry jams. Sure we would like it, but certainly we should not have it.

As Russ and I enjoyed the guiltless part of our yummy breakfast the carb fest basket sat on the table. A number of birds came and sat on the ledge of our terrace watching us eat. One would squawk, and another would answer. “That white woman does not need that toast.” The chief of the diet bird battalion seemed to say. “Certainly not,” replied his lieutenant. “Private, retrieve the temptation.”

And with the final order one of the birds flew in and snatched the twice as big as him toast out of the basket and flew away with the whole squadron of birds following behind him. I’m hoping the diet bird battalion stays assigned to me for the whole week.

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Dancing at Breakfast

Posted: February 2, 2013 | Author: | Filed under: Diet- comedy | Tags: , , , | 5 Comments
Dad and Janet dancing

Dad and Janet dancing

 

My Dad called me this morning and said, “Do you remember where we were exactly one year ago.”  I had to think about it for a second and I said, “New Orleans.”  He corrected me, “We were at Café des Amis dancing.”

 

He was right.  We were in Breaux Bridge Louisiana at Zydeco breakfast dancing at ten in the morning.  I think it was about my Dad’s favorite thing that happened all year so it was not surprising that he called me to reminisce about it.

 

My sisters and I had given him a trip for his Christmas present that year.  All our lives he had taken us on great vacations all over the world and it was about time we took him somewhere.  On Christmas day when we told him we were going to take him anywhere he wanted to go it was not two seconds before he said, “Let’s go to New Orleans.”

 

I am thankful that we went last year because that trip was all about eating and spending time together.  Before we went I asked my Dad what he wanted to do and he had not given me any guidance.  But once we were there the truth came out.  What he really wanted to do was go to Cajun country and listen to great music and dance.  Since we were staying in the Big Easy about an hour and a half from true Cajun country I had to scramble to figure out how to make this happen.  Within four clicks of my I-phone I discovered Zydeco breakfast at the famous Café des Amis happening the very next morning.

 

My sister Janet, my Dad and I got up early to drive to Breaux Bridge leaving Margaret in New Orleans to shop.  We arrived at 9:00 and waited in line with the regulars who came out every Saturday to dance.  We could hear the band perfectly as we waited about an hour to get into the joint.  It was my Dad’s idea of heaven, people drinking beer and Bloody Marys in the morning itching to dance.

 

Dancing at breakfast is something that should catch on other places.  Some of us are too old to go out late and listen to bands and too tired to dance long into the night.  Starting your day with dancing is really the healthiest thing to do.  Although paired with eating eggs with crawfish etoufee on a grilled biscuit and a few beignets you negate most of the health benefits.

 

Based on the lines of people wanting to listen to music and dance before lunch I think that Durham could use a Zydeco breakfast and they served fruit and egg white omelets all the people who go to exercise classes might switch over and come dance instead.