Lunch with Fruit Fly
I came to New Orleans overnight from Milwaukee on Amtrak; seafood on my mind.
Here the table awaits my soft-shell crab, one of my favorite things in the world.
The Manhattan cocktail (another favorite thing) arrived with a hovering fruit fly. Like
old times. You expected the hovering fruit fly in California;
I’d almost forgotten because you don’t see them in Milwaukee. I guess they don’t like
cold winters.
I loved the crab and I went on to eat oysters in every guise I could find.
