Dinner with the preacher and fresh fruit!

Wayne, Juanita and Sherry!

Our ex-pastor took us out for lunch yesterday. Yep he paid! (well his sweet wife did). I never feel right when the pastor pays for my meal, I always like to pay for his. Anyway after lunch He gave us a 5 gal bucket of fruit. The 5gal bucket was chewed all around the edge, made me think of MJ. She chews anything she can find from phones, to remotes and WII controls. (Preacher did not want the bucket back)

The chewed bucket, not that I care, the fruit was what we wanted, it just reminded me of MJ.

I sliced the 'red' to show the difference in it and the Orange (naval)

There is some ‘ugly’ fruit. Peels and tastes like a tangerine. Delicious. Some good seedless grapefruit, oranges and reds. Never heard of a red? Me either, I didn’t know what else to call it. I peeled what I thought was an orange, when I took a bite it was ‘ruby red’ like the red grapefruit, but definitely has a delicious taste like an orange. So I dubbed it a ‘Red’.

This is the fruit I dubbed 'ugly' but is delicious and easy to peel, a thick skin. Sherry cleans all the little strings, I eat them. (Ain't that ruffage?)

So that was fresh fruit last night, then this morning Sherry made delicious wild blue berry pancakes. (wild blue berries we got in Maine, and froze) I washed dishes this morning.

(Fruit is just pretty, I have learned that citrus can be ripe and still green, unlike an apple.)

Do you wash dishes? Me too, (sometime). Do you was the bottom of a plate? Most girls do. I only wipe over it, who eats off the bottom? It is according to how it is stacked before you wash it. Sherry probably has never noticed when I stack dishes I always leave a fork or spoon between dishes. That way the bottom don’t get too dirty and I don’t have to waste time with it. Okay, I am lazy, can’t help it.

Thanks for dropping by the log,
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Things you don’t hear anymore:
If I hear of you playing marbles for keeps, I’ll tan you hide.

Look for a good stick for a bat and let’s play some ball.

Quit crossing your eyes! They will get stuck that way! (You heard that, you said so)

Soak your foot in this pan of kerosene so that bad cut won't get infected..
(I used to wonder why mama’s kerosene did not run out when she turned that glass jug upside down for the stove.)