The obligatory fortune cookies arrived with the check, and I asked for a to-go to take home the remainder of my delicious broth (because it kicks ass with ramen noodles). She shot me a sideways, judgmental glance and headed back towards the kitchen.
I opened my cookie and smiled, sticking the little piece of paper in my pocket.
That was two days before I left.
|Tampa Bay morning.|
The first question that crossed my mind when my inbox pinged with the conformation to photograph a beach wedding in Naples was where am I going to fish?
That question was quickly answered by a couple of FB messages, and I was all set to party at the beach.
... as soon as the work was done.
I like Florida. Well, I can't say that. I don't really know Florida, but I like the Ritz Carlton in Naples and their heavy Makers pour, I like the weather in March, I like the beach, I like getting the winter-pale off my feet in the sand, I like the smell of water, I like hanging out with James, Erin and little Cooper in a sweet house in Apollo Beach with its own dock housing twenty-three feet of Bay Runner fishing potential. I like these things.
|Bling. This is where the wedding was.|
|James and his big dock.|
|Patio and Bella.|
James wasn't happy about the weather. The cold front that had just passed. The lunar and solar tables. The tides. I was a little early for the awesomenes, he said, but we made due and I had a good time regardless.
We ran from spot to spot: oyster bars, bays, inlets, outlets, down edges and around points searching for the fish. We caught a few here, and a few there.
|Black Drum... ate a shrimp.|
|Sea trout could beat up most of the trout in my state.|
|"Go tell your mama what I done."|
On the eleventh hour, between a metal scrap yard and some other industrial hardware we found this school of jacks and I think these little guys were the highlight of the trip for me, mostly because it was the first time I had something to throw a fly at. The rest of the time was a combination of glass minnows and shrimp covering a lot of water just trying to find the fish.
James told me that I had to come back during the summer when the fishing is how it should be. I think I will have to do that and in no small part because of:
I love food. I love buying it. I love cooking it and I especially love eating it. So does James.
NIGHT 1: DRY RUB RIBS, SEASONED POTATOES AND GREASY BEANS WITH BACON AND MUSHROOMS
NIGHT 2: FISH TACOS
NIGHT 3: PRIME RIB, ROASTED ONIONS WITH JAMES SECRET FILLING
NIGHT 4: GRILLED MARINATED SHRIMP, GRILLED PROSCIUTTO-WRAPPED AND OLIVE OIL ASPARAGUS, 3-CHEESE TORTELLINI WITH BACON BUTTER SAUCE
|Little Cooper helping his daddy with dinner.|
So yeah, I had a good time.
-Alex who knows that this post is pretty ridiculous.