On the Road Again

We were cruising along fine until we had to make a detour for an "incident" by Exit 33 on I-95 in South Carolina.  If I had turned south on Route 21, I would end up in Beaufort--an intriguing place I would like to visit.  But granddaughter was expecting us so I turned north and merged with I-95 only to hit another snag in North Carolina.  The travel lanes were not moving so we exited to Route 301 that parallels I-95.  This was a new adventure for us.  We have never had to make detours before; maybe we weren't supposed to go.  Of course, we were meant to go and pick up our granddaughter.

We first visited with relatives in the Hampton Roads area, enjoyed their good cooking, tasted sweet red wines, and shared stories about grandchildren and exchanged recipes.  Here is a "yummy and healthy" recipe for Marinated Cucumbers, Tomatoes, and Onions:

Prepare three (3) cucumbers any way you desire:  peeled, seeds removed, and sliced; or leave the skin on, the seeds in, slice and quarter.

Also cut three (3) tomatoes into wedges.

Peel and slice one (1) medium onion.  If you tear easily when working with onions, put a lighted candle by the onion.  It is supposed to eliminate the "gases" that the onions omit.  This I learned from Martha Stewart's Cooking School on PBS .  I have yet to try it. 

For the marinade:  Mix 1/2 cup vinegar, 1/2 cup sugar, and 1 cup water.  Add 2 tsp salt, 1 tsp course ground black pepper, and 1/4 cup canola oil.

Combine ingredients in a large bowl, mix well, and refrigerate at least 2 hours before serving.

On the road again, the traffic was heavy but nobody was doing anything crazy.  We were cruising along until we needed gas, coffee, and something sweet--no problem.  It didn't take long to hit the road again.  I put the pedal to the metal and saw red and blue flashing lights coming at me.  Did he have the sirens on too?  Yep!  He was coming for me.

I have many miles on my tires and I can't recall when I last got a ticket.  Officer Peterson was very nice and polite.  I apologized and said I had no excuses.  He went back to his car to check me out and write a ticket.  I told him that it took him a long time to write that ticket.  He said that he had a lot of writing to do.  I groaned.  He wished me a good day and I was on the road again.  I wonder how much this is going to set me back?

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