Teddy is coming home from Frankfurt today and I woke up to a frantic email to say that he had caught his plane with 5 minutes to spare; de-icing and other crazy northern stuff. This morning I did my usual hausfrau duties – fresh clean bed, washed the floor and went for food. When Teddy is out of town I eat like a squirrel; a few nuts and berries when I notice my tummy growling. We are fortunate enough to live a few minutes’ drive from all our grocery stores and most importantly, PETCO! Katniss has been eating twice a day and now runs to me. Then she stops and thinks, “Hang on, that’s not my mom – I am a proud feral cat”.
On my third trip out, I slowed down when I noticed a Volvo with no tire, collapsed on the road in front of me. I stopped behind it and put my flashers on. The young man (in his 40’s) looked shell-shocked, so I asked what had happened. He had just had an oil change and the mechanics hadn’t tightened the nuts on the wheels. “That place is crap!” I responded. He wasn’t sure what to do as he was partially blocking a junction. I told him to put his flashers on and I would drive to the auto shop to give them hell. As I drove in, they were just casually doing (crap) work. I suggested they get their asses in gear before the police came. This particular auto shop blatantly lied to me the only time I visited them, telling me I needed new brake pads. My sixth sense was alarmed and I checked with a decent place before letting them do it.
I returned to the broken down Volvo and he was still a bit panicky. It hadn’t occurred to me to wonder where the tire was but just then a Samaritan in a mega truck turned up having rescued the tire further down the main route. He was Shrek like – huge with a bald head. I have no idea how he lifted that tire, as if it was a soft toy. Then the auto shop idiots turned up. I wished the stranded Volvo owner a Merry Christmas and left to the sounds of police sirens. Since the hurricane, people have bought mega trucks in droves and it drives me CRAZY. Teddy has a whole list of acronyms for them: A.I.A.T; D.I.A.T; F.I.A.T. The acronyms spell out Ass in a Truck, Dick in a Truck and so on. I suspect they were bought to replace flooded vehicles and these new owners don’t know how to drive them properly. But Shrek was a hero – S.I.A.T!
Then I went to the supermarket, full of adrenaline because I have always wanted to shout at that auto shop. I hope he sues them if there was damage to his car. Then I saw the weirdest thing in the fish aisle. A lady was filling her cart with packets of salted cod. I knew she was not from Texas and suspected she was from Latin America. Curiosity overcame Kerry and I asked her where she was from. Mexico City was the answer and we chatted about our shared ancestry and the salted cod. She was making a dish called Bacalao – click on the word to find a recipe.
I would no more eat salted cod than roasted cockroaches but it brought back a nostalgic memory of Teddy’s mum. Nessie was from a farmer’s family and Teddy’s Dad came from a fisher family. Usually never the twain shall meet or certainly marry but Dad was a handsome POW that caught the eye of my pretty mother in law. Once they were seriously courting, Nessie was invited to the Duncan family home in Peterhead, Scotland for a special dinner. She was used to eating what we consider normal food – meat and two vegetables. Nessie wasn’t really keen on seafood or fish so when she was offered a choice of Sea Pie or Hairy Tatties, she somewhat tentatively accepted Hairy Tatties assuming that Sea Pie was full of seafood. Little did she know that Sea Pie was actually a gorgeous steak pie that the fishermen took out on the boats. Hairy Tatties was much worse… The fibers of salted cod were the hairy bits in the tatties (mashed potatoes). How she ate it was beyond me; a true heroine.
So, I helped a panicky man, found a new friend from Mexico and retold my favorite story about my beloved mother in law. Finally, I have some real Christmas Cheer! Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays and Feliz Navidad!
You’re such a good samaritan. What did you really call them….the service station that you cussed out. I know you can’t put those words on wordpress but just whisper them to me lol
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It is so taboo to swear in the Southern Baptist belt that those are actually the words I used. Most of my other swear vocabulary is used inside my own car accompanied by various fingers… 😁
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Ha ha ha the finger the universal language of the roadway lol
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Love that story about Scottish food! 😀
As to the young man losing his tire: why on earth would a place doing an oil change fiddle with the wheel nuts in the first place?
And as to the fish in the picture: that guy doesn’t exactly look like he is looking forward to Christmas. 😉 More like a “Neujahrskarpfen” [carp is a traditional New Year’s dish in Germany] that knows its fate! 😉
I wish you and yours a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year,
Pit
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1. They probably screwed him out of more money by rotating his tires.
2. Random clip art photo of a cod.
I am never eating Carp either…😁
Merry Christmas to you and yours!
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I haven’t ever had carp either, and I don’t think I will.
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Norman and I have had salted cod and if made well it is surprisingly good. The Portuguese are very keen on Bacalau. It doesn’t look that great I admit. Apparently the taste for seafood is genetic.
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Curiously very few of my family like fish despite the Irish side having fisherman uncles. 🦐
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I always enjoy your blog Kerry. That Scottish food doesn’t sound delicious and I’ve tried Bacalao and wasn’t too keen on that either!
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Both sound bloody awful, Liben. Gahh!
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Kerry, isn’t it wonderful to be a blessing to others! 🌟✨💫
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It is, I feel all angelly! 😇
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Sounds like a full day! Choosing to eat roasted cockroaches over salted cod is one dedicated dislike of sea food! 🙂
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Only in a zombie apocalypse situation. 😁
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Well done you rescuing (and prepared to be avenging) angel 😇 I love salt did as we eat it here Brandade de Morue which is basically purée of potatoes with salt cod (Well soaked and I promise hairless) but Nessie really was a gutsy and sweet girl to have missed out on the steak pie for those horrific confections. This has me chuckling as I sit decorously waiting for my lone supper in a Brasserie on the rice gauche in Paris. I’m channelling you, honey 😉. Happy homecoming to Teddy ❤
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Gaaah! All salt cod dishes will remain off my list! I hope you had fun at the Brasserie on Rice Gauche – people watching is fab! 🇫🇷
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Rice Gauche is Nice Gauche and I am not feeling at all gauche 😉
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You could never be gauche, my elegant friend.
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*rive gauche* Dam n you Adolph Autocorrect x
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LOL! It was better the first time. 😁
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Quite a story Kerry. Gary
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It was a very satisfactory day!
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What an eventful day.
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…and then Teddy came home!
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Love the acronyms! 😄 And hurray that Katniss now comes twice a day!! 😄😍
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We have a cute video of Katniss today as well. She had tuna for breakfast…🐟
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Being half a cat myself 😉, I can only agree withtuna being great, maybe just not for breakfast though 😂
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It was chocolate coins for breakfast for me…
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And chocolate porridge for me! 😄 🍫❤
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Kerry, you’re too much!! The title of your post and the picture of the fish stirred my curiosity and I wondered “where is going with this one?” You just meet people everywhere, don’t you? Why am I asking this I already know the answer? You’ve also managed to incorporate a little third person, I’m so impressed. Thanks for the story, this brightened my day. I hope you are doing well.
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Thank you so much, Steph. I seem to have lost myself over the last few months and just now my joie de vivre is coming back. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you and your comment.
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I can relate Kerry. Between my declining memory, bouts of brain fog and sickness I don’t recognize myself these days. So on good days I try to cram in as much as possible only to be left drained. Even so, I’m glad to be here to fight another day.
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Our lives seem to mirror each other. I think that some of it is my age and diminishing hormones. I lost a check for my last contract for two weeks… I did too much during my last vibrant stage and then retreated to my bed. I am really glad that you are here to fight another day, my friend. ❤️
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Ditto Kerry. Love ya!!
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This was an interesting post and fun to read. You are definitely not oblivious to the world and people around you. Bravo for helping that motorist.
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Cooool post! You are one strong person!!
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Thank you, Lynz! I’m not even half as strong as you are but I have an excellent psychiatrist and am compliant with my medication. 😵
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