Got off at Jefferson Station and walked to the Reading Terminal. Every Philadelphian should visit the Terminal at least once. Food of every variety. Today it was wall/wall people.
Why, asked Mom when I just called her.
Loved the scenes where moms are getting their kids set up with ice cream.
Oooh, I hate talking about this.
I needed to eat so I went to the Down Home Diner. Knew how good it was since last Sept I'd met my friend "Gregorious" there.
Fab meal! Garlic grits, scrambled eggs and cooked shrimp.
Finally Sarah and Ethan appeared. Ethan rented a car and drove in from Brooklyn and parked it in an outdoor lot.
Getting down to the serious biz of EATING the unique and wonderful foods of Reading Terminal.
This was a day to Eat and Not Feel Guilty. I've had insulin-dependent diabetes for five years, due to my kidney antirejection meds.
Miller's soft pretzels.
Dip em in either a creamy Velveta-like cheese or honey mustard. Both were great.
Mom and I talked about our Cleveland years.... soft pretzels were unknown. When I attended Temple University pursuing a degree in psychology, I'd eat a soft pretzel with mustard - oh no! I've got some mustard on my jacket - every day, first thing after arriving by train at school.
Now let's cleanse our palette with this salad with the protein of fried oysters. The lettuce was very refreshing after the heavy pork meal.
Sarah and I shared a vanilla butterscotch caramel with bits of chocolate-covered pretzel.
Yes, it's as good as it sounds.
Careful, Abe, says wife Mary.
You've got some ice cream in your beard.
Oh shut up, he said, or I'll put you in an insane asylum.
At the table we talked about many things including their great marriage. They never argue. I took my blood sugar and Ethan says he's gotta do dat for his brother Spencer when he visits him in Wisconsin, so he knew what my numbers meant.
Sadly, Ethan's piano teacher Sofia has dementia or Alzheimer's and is really mean to him. Told them I'd wrin two short stories addressing the suicide question IF you are aware you have it. Libby Korngold, librarian, decides to take her own life. Max Jacobs will live till the bitter end.
We began walking to the Barnes Museum, while eating our Bassett treats. On the street there were such diverse individuals. Many smoked cigarettes.
Below is a sculpture to honor Copernicus, who said, au contraire, we revolve around sun, not vice versa.
At last, we reach The Barnes. Wonder why I'm tipping over? Might I believe I'm a rocking horse?
Today's First Friday Entertainment was the band Freedom Calling.
Below, what you can''t make out is that this older couple of women are about to dance with one another.
Sarah couldn't believe the plethora of impressionist work. Who is Daumier? Soutine? AND not only paintings. Picasso and Matisse made pottery.
Ethan and Sarah spent their tenth anniv in Paris. They brought me a bag full of postcards. They both love a Renoir of a dancing couple.
They'll soon receive it back with my clever comment.
Since my Polymer Clay Class was canceled for the second time, I got some great ideas of objects to fashion. There was a small creation shaped like a bathtub.
Will make my own version of it. Marce, will dedicate it to you, my supplier of CLAY.