Category Archives: Texana

We eat all we can and we sell the rest

bluebell_DSC2160This is the kind of dedicated picture-taking I wish I had but don’t. But I still like to look— especially at this Texas icon. Taken by a Texas foodie. Who lives in New Yawk. (Get a rope.) But is homesick. Course.

Where are the peaches?

HEB, it seems, is only carrying East Texas peaches at the moment. Mrs. Charm, back last night from her week in California, bought some this afternoon. Huh, I said, what happened to the Hill Country crop? None in evidence, said she. Must be just around the corner, though, as the growers out there are advertising away.

Meanwhile, surfing a little while ago I learnt that I have been misinformed forever in thinking that Stonewall Jackson loved and ate lemons. Ha! Turns out it was peaches he loved. Makes sense. Never could understand the alleged lemon preference. Except that it was, I suppose, meant to show how tough and eccentric he was. Lots of good peaches out in Stonewall, his namesake town!

Rio Grande flooding

us tropical weather-542858290_v2.grid-6x2What Hurricane Alex did to the Rio Bravo (Mexican version) at Laredo with another storm with more rain on the way today and tomorrow.

Not Port Aransas Yet

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But give it time. Fresh tar balls have already been found on Bolivar Peninsula, northeast of Galveston.

Day 73: The Gulf Coast Held Hostage

It’s easy enough to conclude that our feckless president simply doesn’t care about a bunch of Red States getting crude oil on their beaches, even if one of them is the home of the saintly New Orleans, target of national hand-wringing just a few years ago—back when there was a Republican in the White House and so the national media (and Sean Penn) were wide awake. Ah, but the federal foot-dragging on the Gulf oil-spill is quite amazing. Good thing for Barry most of the legacy media is sound asleep. Snore.

UPDATE:  Even (gasp) CNN is getting fed up with the federal bozos.

Mr. B. at the yoke

Mr.B.attheyokeThis was five years ago when his Navy uncle first cousin graduated from multi-engine school at the air station at Corpus Christi. Mr. B.’s paternal grandfather also was a pilot, but in the Air Force. His maternal grandfather was a Navy flight engineer. Is he destined to fly? Wait and see.

Furling topsails and t’gallants

Furling_topsails_and_t'gallantsA busy afternoon aboard the Texas tall ship Elissa out of her home port of Galveston.