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It’s Not the Season Yet

How do I know? I lived there for years and was given liberty by the vineyard owner to not only run through his vineyard to catch the school bus, but to eat anything I wanted as long as I didn’t waste anything, like grape fights with the neighbors, which we never did.

Mr. C is gone now and so is his wife. My old friend R is head of the property now. Funny I married into a dairy farm, as were they.

You’re checking in now for something that will happen in October. I applaud you for that. I’m going to see when the harvest will happen and perhaps send some additional information.

As to waste, I did spit out the seeds. More grapes. Dee

 

Goals

I am retiring this blog at 3,000 posts. There are fewer than 30 to go. Should I stay on WordPress? What can I write about that will interest you?

If I stay on WP should I bring over some recipes and the Pantry and Cookbook series? I had it in my mind to quit at 2,000 and yes, I’ve heard about that. Now it’s 3K and a done deal. Pantry and Cookbook and How to Eat a Concord Grape are my mainstays.

Writing keeps me thinking and creating, just as finishing crossword puzzles is another item in my day that makes me happy.

My husband returns from a business trip today. I need to find something for dinner. Now I need to ask him to switch blogs. I’ve a solution, find the right person to help me do it, it’s like you really don’t want your dad to teach you how to drive. If we have a plan, someone else can make it a reality. Brilliant. Thanks, you already helped! Dee

 

 

New Favorite

Over the years, several posts have resonated and consistently get hits, like how to eat a Concord grape, or cooking capon.

This is about a woman eating alone in a restaurant. My adopted grandmother told me today she would never go to a restaurant alone. In business, one must, and in a safe environment when I’m not cooking, I go out.

Yesterday, I went to a local eatery that knows us and has for years but no-one on duty was familiar. As it filled up, I immediately got a table, ordered and was tended to. When the bill came I thanked the waitress for treating me so well, and mentioned that the first time we visited my husband and I sat at the bar and shared the bruschetta I had alone for dinner. Jim was out of town.

She came back and took a locals discount off the bill (I didn’t have my locals card with me and never mentioned I had one).

Women are afraid to go out to eat alone. I go. I’ll go to the movies alone. Being alone is not a problem for me. When restaurants see a table of women they think they’re all going to argue over the bill, figure out who has to pay $,15 for the blue cheese dressing and they’ll leave no tip.

Alone, they think what a sad creature, no man wants her. She’s just going to order an appetizer and a glass of wine and tie up a table for an hour. I stayed less than an hour, did just that and tipped 25%, cash.

I not only go to restaurants, I review them. No-one knows that. When a restaurant treats me well on a first visit, alone, that is a blessing to their mother, wife and all women. Treat us well, we’ll order well and leave you a nice tip.

They used to put me in the smoking section, or right by the kitchen’s swinging doors. No more. If they try to do that, I leave. I’m too old to deal with their crappy attitudes.

Women in cliques, we’ll talk about that later. Right now it’s a woman dining alone who just wants to feel safe, have a nice meal, and be taken care of by restaurant staff from kitchen to front of house, manager and waiter.

It’s scary being sent to a new city and having to negotiate business. The last thing a woman alone should be thinking about is how her per diem is being used and how badly she’ll be treated if she eats at a restaurant instead of getting pizza delivery or overpriced room service food.

Treat us better, people! We represent over 50% of the population but are treated as underlings. Restaurants who get this will shake things up and make a difference for us women and for their bottom lines. I offered this story to a site that posts many of my reviews and they didn’t get back to me so… sorry!

Go out to eat! Don’t stay in your home or hotel room. Get known by the local proprietors. Don’t bring a book. Just be you.  GO! Dee