Birthday Black Cake Saga – The Layers

Ironic that this XKCD.Com comic came about cooking. 
At any rate, I have a cake recipe.  Yes, from scratch.  I can predict a few things about this particular recipe.  First, it will go wrong somehow.  I always forget something, and always recover.  One year I had the Butter creaming in the mixer and found out that I was short on flour.  This year it was that the chocolate squares were over warmed in the microwave and crystalized around the edges.  No big deal, it wasn’t so bad that anyone noticed right?

Another is that it runs a little dry.  Not markedly so.  Just with this terrible oven I have, it isn’t as moist as commercial cakes are.  I could add a little more fat (butter or shortening) to it, but that would change the taste.  It isn’t DRY, it’s merely not as moist as I like it.

Otherwise the recipe is a good one, predictable.  I can always get a very nice flavor out of it following it literally and a cake I can serve to others.   The results are in the refrigerator.  This time I got a very tall, three layer chocolate cake out of this. 

Whenever I bake I purposely cream my butter much longer than suggested.  It gives me a lighter batter.   I’m certain there are places where all that air will result in the wrong texture… I’ll let you know if I find it. 

I also creamed the batter itself.  I think by the time I had all the air in this it doubled in size.  It is hardly necessary, more of a “ooh look what I can do” sort of thing.  The texture didn’t suffer, and in fact it turned out quite nice.  Three layers of chocolate goodness.

If you never have made a chocolate cake from scratch it can be tricky but not something to run screaming from.  Melt your chocolate in the microwave at low to medium power.  If not then do it at full at a very short blast, maybe 10 seconds at a shot.  I turned around and got cocky and thought “Hmmm 30 seconds will do it!”.  Sure, but it gave me caramelization that I did not care for.

You will need a proper stand mixer to do it the way I did, but a hand mixer will work if not as easily.  

The ingredients are:

3/4 Cup (1 1/2 stick) of butter or margerine
2 Cups Sugar
2 2/3 cup sifted cake flour
1 1/2 tsp baking POWDER
 3/4 tsp each of baking SODA and salt

1 1/3 cup of milk (2% recommended)
3 eggs
3 squares unsweetened bakers chocolate melted and cooled
1 tsp of Vanilla Extract

Wax Paper
Shortening to grease pans
3 8 inch or 2 9 inch cake baking pans

1) Cream butter until fluffy

2) Sift Sugar, flour, baking powder, baking soda, baking powder, and salt into the butter.  Note: You will want to sift the flour into a measuring cup first and not measure then sift – sifting will make the flour expand some and that could be why my cake turns out a little dry since I usually forget this step.

3) Add 1 cup of milk and mix until the ingredients are smooth and dampened.  Remember to reserve 1/3 cup roughly of the milk.

4) Beat for 2 minutes vigorously.  (More air gets in there)

5) Add the remaining milk and ingredients while beating and beat another 2 minutes.  (This loves to be beaten the naughty thing!)

6) Pour into 3 8 inch or 2 9 inch cake pans that are greased and the bottoms are lined with Waxed Paper.  Make sure that the mix is evenly distributed. 

7) Bake for 30 to 35 minutes in a preheated 350F Oven. 

8) Turn out on racks and peel off paper after pulling them from the oven.  Allow to cool thoroughly.

9) Frost with icing and enjoy.

Happy Birthday Kevin

I won’t tell you just what the age is but there is a five and a zero in it.  He’s not 5 so keep guessing!

Kevin and I last night went out for dinner.  Partly courtesy of my Godmother Kathie and her husband Larry, we went to use the gift card at Grand Lux Cafe in Sawgrass Mills.  We could have went to any of three in nearby areas, this one was my idea as I wanted to get to see the mall.  I haven’t been there in over a year, and it was going to be a night out.

We got to the mall around 5:30 and immediately went to try to find the place.  Murphy’s law being what it is, we drove 3/4 of the way around the mall before we went and started cruising the parking lot.  You see the lot was slammed with cars. 

Kevin’s normal comment is particularly appropriate “You know… we ARE in a recession you see!”.  Ok, yes, but sometimes you just have GOT to get out and see other people.  Sawgrass being a destination mall in a resort city in high season is just going to be busy.

Cruising the lot for about another 15 minutes, we finally found parking “way off over there” near “Needless Markup”.  Or basically as I usually call it “Coventry” … or East Naples.

We got in, immediately got a table and were seated.  The portions were large for anyone else, although my Asian Chicken Salad was what I am used to having when I make my patented dinner salad in a mixing bowl which is around 2 quarts of “stuff”.  Roughly.

Kevin got an excellent Black Angus Burger with fries, and I have to say his portions were generous as we were warned, but more “reasonable”.  We’re both big guys with high metabolisms so we thought it was fine.  A smaller person might want to consider forgoing dessert.

On the other hand you see dessert.  That dessert in the background was a bread pudding made from a cinnamon sticky bun.  Rightly sized and excellent, or so I have been told…

I didn’t sample Kevin’s because I was working on that massive slab of Red Velvet Cake.   The cake was simply excellent.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  It was however, huge.  What I should have done was to have around 1/2 of the cake, then ask to take away the rest for today.  As a result it became a challenge for me to finish it.  I recommend the cake, as I did to the neighboring table, although I suggested that they split it between husband, wife and pre-teen daughter!

But finish it I did and that became the entertainment of the evening.  Both Kevin and I walking around feeling bloated with meals of size that we normally don’t eat more than once a quarter.  While we are both big men, we are both reasonably fit. 

The mall presented an opportunity to walk some of our meal off, and it was needed.  On the other hand, the crowded parking lot meant a crowded mall.   It looked like the days before christmas in there as the place was crammed with people.  Oh well, it was literally for us, a once in a year opportunity. 

All in all it was a fun night, we did things we normally did and I got to spend time with Kevin in the mall. 

Happy Birthday, Kevin.

As I am writing this, at 10:30 AM we are both still digesting that dessert.  No breakfast for either of us!  On the other hand, dinner is cooking in the crock pot…

10 Canine Commandments

I shamelessly borrowed this one from the I Can Haz Cheeseburger Network.  I’m sure they didn’t make this up on their own, but if you would like to see their silliness about dogs, or their silliness about cats, you can click along.

I saw the pic and had an Awwww Moment and wanted to share it.

This all was spawned in the whole “LOL Cats” internet meme.  A lot of it is just mindless amusement, and if you’re like me and have many web pages to read in the morning, AKA Job Search, you can break up your own “entertainment” with some of these. 

Click on the picture though, it’s “Squee Inducing“!

Make Facebook More Secure with HTTPS

Simply put the “S” on the end of “HTTPS” is for “secure”. 

It means that if you take your laptop to your nearest friendly coffee house you are less likely to have someone capture your password.  There are other ways to get onto your computer, to be hacked, but this plugs one hole in the most popular website, and one of the worst from the standpoint of security.

Really Simple Instructions, I promise.  I’ll blather on afterwords but here goes.

1) Log into your Facebook account in your favorite browser.
2) Click on the link in the upper right of the screen for “Account”
3) Select “Account Settings” which is under your picture and on my list it is the third entry.
4) You will now be on the “Account Settings” page.
5) On my page, it is the seventh entry, “Account Security”, select that by clicking on “change” on the right.
6) The page will open up more information.
7) Find the check box under “Secure Browsing (https)” and click the check box on.
8) Click Save – you are done.

Facebook exists to sell your information.  It is up to you to decide how much of that you want to sell.  Seeing that you get no money back from that, you get no direct benefits from their having your information, and that its basically a very creepy situation, take matters into your own hands.

I suggest that you may want to consider going through your profile in Facebook and ask yourself, “Do I Really NEED To Share This?”  If I don’t know you, you will only see my name, my picture, and the city I live in.  There is an amazing amount of information tie-in that you can do from that, and if you doubt me, go to Google and type your own name in. 

After all, it is YOUR information so it should be YOUR choice.

It is ironic that I suggested for you to search Google for your own information since they exist to sell your information as well.  The creepy factor is on all of these New Media sites, you are being watched, so learn what they know about you or at least what you can.

Blogger, which is where this blog is hosted is a Google Site.  I use Facebook extensively to contact my family and friends, to find discounts on deals, and to try to win a Mac Book Air (Got a spare one? Let me know – this laptop is creaky!).  I’m part of the problem as well by adding content onto my own Facebook group, and that little stripe with the link on it is there so you can like the site.

I will continue to use all of those sites.  After all, blogging and Facebook are great outlets for verbal creativity.  If you read the site here, search for Ramblingmoose on Facebook and join the group.  You can let me know there.  After all, that’s what Social Media is all about.

The Story of Mark Pretzel

I had a friend all through high school, Jim, who went to the same University that I did, Drexel University.

We both started out with the same major, and we both changed them to other majors around the same time.  The first term that I lived in the dorms, we both were in Kelly Hall.   Kelly was this cinder block tower that was wrapped in the same bricks that gave Drexel the nickname that it wore through the years I was there, Orange Brick University.  The buildings were faced in Orange Bricks through the construction into the 90s when they switched to a more conventional brick because it was cheaper.

Inside of Kelly Hall, the rooms were uniform unless you were lucky enough to live in one of the end units. These had the best view of the city of Philadelphia from their perch in West Philadelphia.  Behind the room doors were nearly indestructible furnishings made of metal and thick wood with veneer.  These places were built to last.

Each door in the building were solid wood.  I had to assume that these were made to last in an environment of 18 year old plus men and women doing what they would which included water balloons, bowling and football games in the hallways. 

Most of these doors had little nails or hooks in them so the students could tack notes to them so you knew what the inhabitants within had on mind. 

That was where Jim came in.  You see this particular door was directly across the hall from Jim and he got to hear all of Mark’s partying, listen to his music and experience when Mark was doing things that you would not be able to do in public.  Mark was, you see a partier. 

To call Mark a partier, is probably one of the better understatements that I could make.  More like Mark was an epic partier, he raised it to an art form.  Seeing that the Residential Assistant of that day was a partier, the bookish Jim was out of luck.   Jim would disappear to the library or my room on another floor or the lobby of the building so he didn’t have to be assaulted with more Album Oriented Rock at small hours of the night.

Jim was a thin person, is to this day.  I doubt he ever packed more than 140 pounds onto his 6 foot tall or more frame.  Not the type that would be doing contact sports or having your back in a fight.  Nice guy but not good at that sort of thing. 

The strongest thing Jim would do was to drink cola, lots of it, and eat pretzel rings.   If you ever had the munchies for Bachman’s Pretzel Rings, no matter what time of the day, you could ask him and he would cheerfully say “That’s what they’re there for” and hand you the bag.

One day Mark came back to the room in the middle of the night after partying with the frats, and crashed out on his bed behind that solid door with his Led Zeppelin screaming through the night and Jim had had enough.

Yes, Jim walked out into the hall and put a single round brown pretzel ring on that nail.

With Salt.

And went back into his room and went to sleep.

The next day we walked down the hill down 33rd Street in West Philly to class and he told me about it like it was a big deal. 

I suppose to such a “Nice Guy” like Jim, this little act of defiance was a big deal.  Telling the story, I had to laugh and said “It would be such a TERRIBLE shame if it happened again!”.

You know where this is going don’t you… Jim continued to do this day after day for the rest of that term and into the next.

Mark would come home, drunk, probably on other drugs as well, high as a kite and collapse on that cot of a bed and sleep through his classes.  His grades suffered predictably.

Just as predictably, Mark had a fresh pretzel on his door.

We got wind that he was failing out of Drexel.  It was for the best, the partiers never do all that well.

The final straw was when he did his partying a bit too hearty on finals week and slept through not one, but two exams. 

The screaming that came down the hall and up the stair tower was epic.  Mark was cursing out a blue streak.  He said that he didn’t know if he would ever make it through another term of academic probation and was livid.  This was the proverbial Hitting Bottom scene we all have heard of.

It was at that point when he turned back to the door and there, sitting on the nail was a round pretzel.

He literally went ballistic.  It was as if every bit of rage he had came out at the one same second.  He was angry at the world, angry at the school, angry at the music that was skipping on the turntable.  That little ring of pretzel became the symbol for everything that was wrong in his life.

He opened the door, leaving the pretzel there, stepped inside and closed the door.   At that point the music fell silent.

The next day he was telling the story to me and Jim and the rest there and saying that he was going to kill the person who kept putting the pretzels on his door.  But there was something missing in his voice.  It was at that time Jim said “You know Mark, it was me”.  Gentle Jim was the person who did the deed as a long running joke, owned up to it.

Mark looked crushed.  He said “If it were anyone else I’d strangle them, but Jim, you?”

It was that point Mark changed.  He begun to laugh, loudly and longly at all of us assembled.  Said thank you for the joke and went back inside.

The term ended, and the partying wasn’t quite so hearty.  Animal Dorm wasn’t the same.  Jim moved to another room then back to his family later in Medford NJ for the rest of his schooling.  I went to what was then called the New Dorms across the walkway.

Mark was never the same.  The Power of the Pretzel seemed to help him along.  He eventually graduated from Drexel University.  He wasn’t at the top of the class but he did get a degree. 

The meek may never inherit the Earth, but sometimes they will hand you that last Pretzel you need to get along in life.  I may have moved away, but I will never forget the grace that Jim had when handling difficult situations.  I can hope that those who know him still appreciate that as I do.

A Single Ponderosa Flower is Pollinated

I can stand snakes.
I can stand spiders.
I can stand most creepy crawlies.

I can not stand bees.

They make me run and scream like a little girl.  I have always been afraid of the little blighters.  So while for you this picture may not be a big deal, it took a lot of mental preparation for me to get it.

What you have is one small blossom being pollinated in the back yard.  We have a Ponderosa Lemon in a prison, er pot.  It seems to like it there just like the nearby Meyer Lemon does.  There are dozens of flowers on the plant, petals about as long as your thumbnail.  Not a whole lot of scent to them, the Meyers are magnificent in bloom and our Meyer is in bud again.

But to get the lemons you have to have bees.

(I’ll shudder here and save you the effort.)

The Meyer Lemon we have has given fruit, and it was wonderful, but they are seedy lemons.  I saved off quite a few of these lemon seeds and planted one pot with them.  I now have seven seedlings and if any get past the baby plant stage, I’ll be passing them out.  For now, the seedlings are too small to count on and probably are getting overwatered so I don’t expect much…

But we’re still here making the bees happy.  They’re not my Monarchs, but they’ll do.   Once the blossoms are done, I’ll be safe again in the back yard.

Anyone have a can of bug spray?

Subject: Christmas dinner gone wild! – Humor

Lately people who have liked my posting jokes, have been sending me jokes that they get in email.  They hope that I will like it and share it with the 100 or so folks who read my blog in the course of a day.  Well, this one is from Kevin, my partner in crime. 

Since there aren’t any bad words but some great imagery, I couldn’t resist. The funny thing is that I know someone who tried this to get onto the carpool lanes.  It didn’t work forever.  I guess the Vinyl seam down the side of the neck didn’t look right to the Trooper that pulled him over.

Subject: Christmas dinner gone wild!

As a joke, my brother Jay used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them.

What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Jay’s kids’ stockings overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.

One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don’t sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.

If you’ve never been in an X-rated store, don’t go, you’ll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, ‘What does this do?’ ‘You’re kidding me!’ ‘Who would buy that?’ Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.

I wanted to buy a standard, uncomplicated doll that could also substitute as a passenger in my truck so I could use the car pool lane during rush hour.

Finding what I wanted was difficult. ‘Love Dolls’ come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I’d only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for ‘Lovable Louise.’ She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a ‘doll’ took a huge leap of imagination.

On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.

My sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise’s pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.

The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy, but had left the dog confused. She would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.

We all agreed that Louise should remain in her pantyhose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.

My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. ‘What the hell is that?’ she asked.

My brother quickly explained, ‘It’s a doll.’

‘Who would play with something like that?’ Granny snapped.

I kept my mouth shut.

‘Where are her clothes?’ Granny continued.

‘Boy, that turkey sure smells nice, Gran,’ Jay said, to steer her into the dining room.

But Granny was relentless. ‘Why doesn’t she have any teeth?’

Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, ‘Hang on Granny, hang on!’

My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, ‘Hey, who’s the naked gal by the fireplace?’ I told him she was Jay’s friend.

A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa’s last Christmas at home.

The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the mantel, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa. The cat screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.

Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.

It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember. Later in my brother’s garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise’s collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.

Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health..

I can’t wait until next Christmas…

One Way To The Beach in Fort Lauderdale

Today, it is 70.  It is expected to get up to 72.  The sun is burning off the Marine Layer, there is a beautiful breeze out there. 

The breeze is blowing through the house.  There is the scent of blossoms on the air. 

I say this because a friend told me that I should be happy and to check the current forecast for Philadelphia, PA today.

According to the Weather at that time it was 13F, going “up” to 23F.  Tomorrow though it will “warm” to 41.

Ahhhh… A little Schadenfreude is good for the soul. 

I’m sure they’ll remind me come July 1 when Hurricane Season hits but for now… 

Maybe the scene at the beach will make them feel better.  See the sun, surf, and sand?  Feel like a bike ride?  Actually when I took this I was stuck in traffic on A1A.  It usually is a line of stop and go from one end to the other when you’re on there so basically it is strictly sightseeing.   You aren’t going somewhere fast on that road unless you’re going at 230AM.  Even then the Ft Lauderdale PD keeps an eye out for speeders.  Now THAT is a completely different story…There was this time at Sunrise and A1A that…

I’m going to get some rude comments in Facebook Group for the blog!  Go ahead!  I’m waiting! 🙂

True Story – 2 Duck Hunters in Wisconsin

Here in town we have a lot of characters.  One of the local characters, that I am truly proud to know, is Diane Cline.   Diane is known for telling jokes, some of which are even clean jokes… if you get my drift. 

I look forward to hearing her stories of days gone by in Wilton Manors back in the 80s and before.  She’s the President of the Wilton Manors Historical Society and the meetings that they have that I have had the pleasure of attending are both informative and entertaining.  It all is in a large part because of Diane.

Diane has shared this joke with me and said “Thought you would like this one, and it’s clean.”.  

I am sharing it with you today.  Enjoy!

True Story – 2 Duck Hunters in Wisconsin


Absolutely a True Story heard on a Wisconsin Radio Station reporting on the incident…

        A guy buys a new Lincoln Navigator for $42,500.00 with monthly payments of $560.00. He and a friend go duck hunting in upper Wisconsin. It’s mid-winter; and of course all of the lakes are frozen. These two guys go out on the ice with their GUNS, a DOG, and of course the new NAVIGATOR They decide they want to make a natural looking open water area for the ducks to focus on, something for the decoys to float on.
        Now making a hole in the ice large enough to invite a passing duck, is going to take a little more power than the average drill auger can produce. So, out of the back of the new Navigator comes a stick of dynamite with a short 40 second-fuse.
        Our two Rocket Scientists, afraid they might slip on the ice while trying to run away after lighting the fuse (and becoming toast, along with the Navigator), decide on the following course of action: they light the 40 second fuse; then, with a mighty thrust, they throw the stick of dynamite as far away as possible.
        Remember a couple of paragraphs back when I mentioned the NAVIGATOR, the GUNS, and the DOG…? Let’s talk about the dog: A highly trained Black Lab used for RETRIEVING; especially things thrown by the owner. You guessed it, The dog takes off across the ice at a high rate of speed and grabs the stick of dynamite, with the burning 40-second fuse, just as it hits the ice.
        The two men swallow, blink, start waving their arms and, with veins in their necks swelling to resemble stalks of rhubarb, scream and holler at the dog to stop. The dog, now apparently cheered on by his master, keeps coming. One hunter panics, grabs the shotgun and shoots the dog. The shotgun is loaded with #8 bird shot, hardly big enough to stop a Black Lab.
        The dog stops for a moment, slightly confused, then continues on. Another shot, and this time the dog, still standing, becomes really confused and of course terrified, thinks these two geniuses have gone insane.
        The dog takes off to find cover, UNDER the brand new Navigator.
        The men continue to scream as they run. The red hot exhaust pipe on the truck touches the dog’s rear end; he yelps, drops the dynamite under the truck and takes off after his master.
        The truck is blown to bits and sinks to the bottom of the lake, leaving the two idiots standing there with ‘I can’t believe this just happened’ looks on their faces.
        The insurance company says that sinking a vehicle in a lake by illegal use of explosives is NOT COVERED by the policy. And he still had yet to make the first of those $560.00 a month payments.
        The dog is okay….doing fine.
        And you thought all Rednecks lived in the South……..

First Time Bartender at the Island City Art Walk

Last night, Wilton Manors held a party.

It wasn’t strictly a “Wilton Manors Party” it was more like a bunch of parties strung together all at once, all along the Drive.  This is the basis for the Island City Art Walk.  It’s not an official event held under one official banner. 

Each individual store that decides to participate has artists with their works on display at their store to show off the art.  Some shops are always hosting artists, others drop in and out as time allows. 

It’s a great opportunity to meet your neighbors and wander through some shops that normally you would not be able to go to.

Ok so that’s basically the gist of how I see things as a resident and sometimes participant.

What happened with me was a bit different, at least as far as my own experience shows.  I’m not a bartender, I have never played one on TV.  I have tried to get a friend up to Wilton Manors so he could get to see it and those plans fell apart early last week so we went to the Wilton Manors Main Street offices to “help out”.

Kevin delivered some cheese, chips and salsa from GFS Marketplace, another member delivered some wine and ice, and we set things out for the coming throng.  We were ready.

As time went on, Kevin, Krishan and I were playing host to a steady stream of people.  I was lucky enough to have a conversation with Vice Mayor Tom Green and a number of others as I was standing behind the bar and as time went on, we got our first lull in the traffic.   Krishan excused himself as things were quite under control for a bit of time out on the town. 

As parties go, they always have a lifespan.  Start out slow, build to a peak, then fade out slowly until the last one is kicked off the couch or told that since they crashed there all night it is their responsibility to make breakfast for everyone.

Make mine a sausage and cheese omelette, please.

Just as the party begun to build, a full 15 minutes into it, Kevin’s phone rang.  He ran out to take a “quick call” and I was pouring wine and serving cheese.  I’m looking back at it and have to say it was “different in a good way”.  I was able to basically host a party on my own introducing people to the artist, and telling them where we are on the Two Lane Initiative for Wilton Drive as far as I knew. 

That quick call was 45 minutes long, so I was on my own for a while.  On the other hand, it was a chance to visit with some friends in the neighborhood that I only partly knew and get caught up.  Funny how time will stretch and compress when you’re having fun. 

The salsa was a hit, GFS had some good stuff, and the leftovers will go into the salsa chicken that is today’s dinner.  I think we’re going to have that chicken on top of chips with a layer of cheese chunks.   Funny how versatile “snack food” can be.  The recipe is simple – add to a crockpot 8 frozen chicken breasts and enough salsa to coat and then press cook.  Shred when done with two forks.   We used chicken from GFS that we picked up last weekend at the Fort Lauderdale store so this meal is all from them.

Considering what I experienced, I would say that the people who came in are expecting some changes in the city.  There was heavy interest in what the Two Lane Initiative was all about and what it’s status was.  Basically, we have applied for a grant, and we are waiting to see if the grant application is going to be approved.   In the meantime, the City has a committee made of community members who meet to formulate plans to proceed.  Many questions also were being asked about the businesses that were closing on the drive in this difficult economic downturn.

We are basically waiting to see where we’re going, and the people who I spoke with were very happy to hear that it hasn’t died.

Once Kevin’s 45 minute call was over, Krishan immediately appeared and I was off duty.  I got to enjoy the party by greeting guests from a chair while helping them find the artist and answering still more questions about what went on with the Art Walk and with the Two Lane Initiative and important things like where is the nearest ATM.

Both artists who exhibited their works at Wilton Manors Main Street were well received and were both saying that they’d like to come back.  I would say that the Exhibits as well as the Art Walk was a success.

The experience was a fun one, I did enjoy playing bartender but I’ll have to remember next time – softer shoes!