I’m on the hunt for a story; a food story, not a foot story.  Yet it did seem important to have the correct footwear before striking out on the hunt.  I haven’t painted my toenails yet and that’s why it’s only a “demi-foot photo.”

I hope I can finish my pedicure in the car.

The last time I went to the Rockland Lobster Festival, I was about 28 years old.  It was a good time, with an awesome parade, very Americana.  I’m heading up today for the “Cooking Contest” and I won’t be there for the parade, which is traditionally held on Saturday.

I’ve “played tourist” a lot this summer.  I hope no one mistakes me for a tourist.

I’m writing this early in the morning, as I always do and I’ve got to admit I’m a little bit tired.  Shocker.  I hope I can get my festival “moxie” on.  Yesterday was difficult; I got some discouraging news during the course of the day.  You know how it is when someone betrays your trust.  It’s like a steel-toed boot right in the stomach.  So I just had to work through it.  Work through it.  That’s what I said.  Work through it.  I listened to a lot of 80’s music while processing the situation and it’s possible that Squeeze, Joe Jackson, and The Housemartins had a deleterious effect on the end of the day and my ability to sleep soundly last night.

It is what it is, to use an expression about as tired as I.

I’ve got nothing today.  But how about a recipe for “Mom’s May Day Salad?”  I found it in a box of old letters from my friend Sherry. Let’s call it “Fake it in Your Flip Flops Salad” instead, what with it being the last day of July and all.

Fake it in Your Flip Flops Salad

2 cups of cottage cheese
1 container of Cool Whip
2 cups of drained fruit cocktail
2 ½ cups drained crushed pineapple
1- 3 oz. package of lime Jello
1 – 3 oz. package of lemon Jello
½ cup chopped nuts

Mix cottage cheese with dry Jello; add drained fruits and nuts.  Fold in Cool Whip and chill.

The notes I wrote on the recipe were “I love it!  It’s so ‘50’s!  I hope Mr. X likes it some day!”

Mr. X…good grief…but that’s another story for another day.