The weekend sure flew by quickly—as usual. Good news is the Saints beat the Falcons! A dirty bird can’t fly with a broken wing.

This weekend was fun and very “food-centric.” Saturday, we drove to Grand Bay and picked some fresh veggies at Oak Hill Produce‘s “u-pick” garden. The pickings were slim—seems like the unusually warm and dry weather may have impacted the crops—but we did fill 2 buckets with purple hull peas, cucumbers, peppers (jalapeno, bell, poblano, and cubanelle), collard greens, and bok choy. Check out the bounty.

It was a beautiful, sunny day—perfect for being outside. I wish I’d taken some photos at the garden, but I forgot my camera.

Afterward, we grabbed some lunch at Zoe’s Kitchen and bought a few groceries. We also saw “Skyfall,” which we really enjoyed. I thought the cinematography and styling was phenomenal—and the storyline was interesting, too.

(Note to self: you’re truly an old married couple when you spend your Saturday night shelling peas. Oh, yeah, we’re hardcore.)

Sunday we enjoyed brunch at Shamrock Rose and Thistle, an English pub-meets-tea room. Brunch was decent—although heavy, since Mark ordered the full English breakfast and I had the croque madame. This place is so charming and unique—but unfortunately the owners are closing next Sunday. I think the owners are burnt out from spending so many hours running the place and couldn’t find a buyer. It’s had a nice run—6 years or so—and we wanted to eat there one last time.

We made it home in time to watch most of the Saints/Falcons game—until the stupid cable company’s broadcast went out due to technical errors. (There were a lot of angry folks along the Coast.) No matter; we listened to the broadcast online—and we managed to ruin the Falcons’ undefeated record. Woot!

Dinner was a delicious steak (fillet), homemade mashed potatoes (Paula Deen would be proud of that whole stick of butter), and some of the collards we picked. The husband did well. 🙂

I’ll end things with more of my “month of thanksgiving.” Day #10, I’m thankful for the small, family farmers who put so much love and effort into feeding their communities, even though corporate farming makes it difficult. For #11, I’m thankful the Saints are finally turning around their season, and for #12, I’m thankful for the much-needed rain we received today.