One of the blessings of living part time in Florida is the readily available bounty of the sea.  A mixed blessing, as it turns out, because my husband, a life-long lover of the briny Apalachicola oyster, has once or twice so over-indulged that he has landed himself with a hideous attack of “the gout.” Gout…

I am chagrined and embarrassed to realize how long it’s been since I posted regularly on this blog.  At first I took a break because I was starting to worry more about whether anyone was reading what I wrote than I was about what I might have written or, indeed, eaten, and the whole process…