All the hotels that have casinos are so over the top with decorating, but having all that tackiness makes it so much fun.

All the hotels that have casinos are so over the top with decorating, but having all that tackiness makes it so much fun.

The atmosphere was real casual. They had TVs with football games on. The Carolina Panthers were playing so of course that was the pick of the day. My husband ordered a Shrimp Salad and I ordered Fish N' Chips. The fish was Rock Fish. I had never had it before. It was very good. FRIED FOOD IS VERY GOOD. Actually, FRIED FOOD IS YUMMY!. I remembered to take the picture after I had half eaten it. Big portion size.
It was awesome. Something as simple as fried fish and french fries can bring a smile to your face. Add a little malt vinegar and you have a party. No wonder fish fry places are so popular. I don't normally eat fried since I try to keep from ballooning on my weight. But during this vacation, it was Fry Fest.
The wedding ceremony and reception were held at the Congressional Country Club in Washington, DC. I loved the simplicity yet elegance of the wedding. I think that when you put too much hoopla around, it distracts from the most important thing and that is the bride and groom. The setting itself was so beautiful, it did not need additional fluff. The couple looked like models out of a magazine. The groom is my husband's cousin.



I loved this idea. You can do it for any occasion. Just take any glass bowl or goblet and fill it with your favorite candy. There were gummy bears, M&M's, Starburst, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, etc. Get some clear plastic scoops and let your friends get high on sugar. What a sweet ending to a wonderful day. I wish the happy couple lots of love.

Their menu had some unique selections, but I wanted to order something my chef makes to compare. I ordered the She Crab Soup to start and then Shrimp & Grits. The soup was good. They topped it with a drizzle of sherry. That is the squiggly line you see on top of the soup. OK, I am prejudice. I like my chef's soup better. But it was good.

Now, the shrimp and grits I was not crazy about because of the brown sauce. I am used to the traditional dish that is made with a creamy sauce. It wasn't bad, just not to my personal liking.

But I was happy anyway. I had the view of the sea. Before I headed home, I drove around for a little bit. I drove by the U.S. Customs building. Almost everything I have been working on at my job this past year has been related to customs, so I had to take a picture from the car. The building reminded me of how majestic this country is. In spite of all the negative things that we might see in America, it is still the land of the free. As a woman I can drive a car. I can go to a restaurant by myself. I can wear shorts (I changed from my work clothes in the hotel restroom). And I can write about it all without fear.
The sea has always been my favorite place on earth. There are days that I need to stop, take a deep breath and savor life. I can't always get to the coast to put me in that frame of mind, but I am glad that I went.


I had purchased some chicken drumsticks. I seasoned them with salt and pepper only. There were 3 dozen drumsticks. I planned for leftovers. Just because it was Labor Day the next day, I didn't want to labor on my day off. The reason the seasoning was so simple, I had taken a variety of BBQ sauces. With 9 people in attendance, you have to try and please them all. BBQ sauce selection was:
Wasabi Teriyaki BBQ sauce
Mexican Beer and Chipotle BBQ sauce
Mother's Mild BBQ sauce
Mother's Hot and Wild BBQ sauce
Now, the suprise of the evening was my stepfather's kebobs. He is from Peru. I saw this plate with a lot of kebobs that had little pieces of meat on it. I initially thought he had taken a steak and cut it very small for appetizers. Now I was right on the appetizer thing, but it was not exactly steak. A little history first. In poor countries, every part of an animal that has been slaughtered is used. The skin (leather) for shoes and clothes. Horns for instruments or weapons. The jaw can become an instrument in Africa. You get the picture. Even in the USA in time of slavery, the slaves where given the lowest of the cuts of meat to consume. But out of necessity comes ingenuity. Chitlins where born in the south. Now it is being served "a la gourmet". Well the same happened in Latin America. The best cuts of meat where given to the Spaniard masters and the inerds were given to the servents. Again ingenuity insued. In Peru today, kidneys, brains and heart from the cow are delicacies. I will be very honest I have never had kidney, brains or heart. I have had tripe though in soup or tongue. Great stuff. Peruvians have national dishes that are very unique. I have mentioned this before, Latin Americans eat VERY differently from one country to another.
But back to the cookout with my family. I was almost finished with the chicken and corn. I asked my stepfather that I wanted hin to cook his kebobs, but to show me how. He said he cut the heart into bit size pieces. He took olive oil, finely chopped garlic and pepper and added it to the cut heart and tossed it. He let it marinate for an hour. At the same time he took the skewers and soaked them in water to avoid burning. Then he made the kebobs, and put them on a platter. I had taken a picture of the platter but lost it some where along the way. In a separate bowl he made another sauce to add to the kebobs while they are grilling. They have to stay moist during the cooking process. Here are the ingredients:

1 cup of La Vina Red Cooking wine. If you can't find this brand, Holland House is another great brand.
1/2 cup of vegetable oil
Salt
Mix

Turn the heat of the grill on medium. It will have been hot from cooking all the other ingredients. Put the skewers on the grill and immediately start brushing the wine/oil sauce on it.
As soon as you see the meat browning on one side, turn it and marinate it again. I learned that if you overcook heart, it gets tough very fast.Now I am the adventurous eater of my family. I immediately tried a piece. It was absolutely amazing. It tasted like a wonderful piece of filet mignon, just not as "muscley". I don't know how else to describe it. I immediately called everyone to gather around the grill and pick a kebob. My stepfather had some hot sauce on the side and a cold beer for the adults. I promised my teenage son and his girlfriend that they would not find it gross. I was not worried about anyone gaging. The kids loved it. They went back for seconds. Now the miracle was my chef. I could have easily tricked him because he had not seen the kebobs. He was busy inside watching golf on TV. But I wanted him to know what he was eating, so I told him. He was already making those "I am disgusted" looks on his face. I promised him that he would like it. I even had the kids show him that they were eating heart. AND HE DID!! I was so proud of him. Then he says he would have been better off not knowing that it was cow heart. I will never understand men. By telling him he was already prejudiced, but inside I knew he liked it. He was just to proud to admit it. Of course he added a lot of hot sauce and a swig of beer.


They have the most wonderful red/pink color. They were cut 1 inch thick. He sprinkled the tuna steaks with blackening spice. He then took my new skillet and heated it up and then added 1/4 cup of olive oil. He added the tuna to the skillet to sear it.
Depending on the thickness of the tuna and how well you like it done determines the amount of time you should cook each side. We like it rare in the middle. My hubby calls it variables. It depends on the pan, how high the heat is, the thickness of the fish, etc. It can be exasperating cooking with him sometimes because he cooks with his eyes now. He can see how it is cooking and get it right. I still need instructions. But he says that for a 1" tuna steak, cook it for approximately 2 minutes each side.
Isn't this a thing of beauty? I had a feast. We put on some jazz music on the ipod stand in the background, and a wonderful Pinot Grigio. The TV still had football on, but that's OK. I am blessed by God. Wonderful food on the table and my guys sitting by my side. That is what makes it taste even better. Love of God, love of family and love of food.
In a separate bowl he has a batter. He dips each triangle in this batter and into the deep fryer it goes. The batter puffs up and the cream cheese mixture melts in the center. He plates all 4 pieces, sprinkles powdered sugar on top and serves with maple syrup.
You eat your french toast with a freshly brewed cup of coffee and it feels like you have just been given a wonderful hug. What a way to start a great day that the Lord has made. Amen.







