A Hudson Hornet and Beer Bread

 I have to act like I don't like things, sometimes. You know... not showing  enthusiasm for something that brings a passionate twinkle to my husband's eye, when I know that it's another really expensive proposition...  so that the Prospector doesn't get any ideas about buying something that will require a lot of money (which we don't have) and will also require WORK. ( That was a run on sentence wasn't it?)  I tried with "other woman", our '38 Chevy. I have to try discouraging this passion in him for OLD CARS or we would have an "vintage car" lot in our driveway and we would be BROKE. I'm not being cruel, I'm being the same way he is when he doesn't get excited about the antique buffet that I want at the local antique store. The one that needs refinishing. The one that will cost twice as much by the time I get through restoring it. I understand passion, I really do, but enough is enough. One old car at a time.
The Prospector may be good at a lot of things, but fixing cars is not one of them. So if we invest in an old car, like "the other woman", it's not just the initial cost of the old car, it's the "restore and make it road worthy" part that becomes a budget breaker.
So today we drove into town to pick up some veggies, garlic and other things at the local Sunday Farmers Market. We went to the hardware store and then, when pulling onto the highway, the Prospector, as if he was being drawn by an invisible rope, turned right instead of left and headed for the Auction House car lot. I should have known what was going on. I should have known that this was about another old car.
This is what he HAD TO CHECK OUT.

It's a 1952 Hudson Hornet.

 It's a very cool car. Reminds me of my old Buick Roadmaster that I drove around in high school.

I like the sun visor over the windows, the real, solid chrome bumpers...

 The very cool hood ornament.

 and the "hornet:" insignia.

 It's a BIG car and it's in beautiful shape.

 We looked. We checked out the price... $8000... and we left.
Sometimes you just have to be brutal about these things. You just start walking back to your own car and don't say anything.
 I actually would have liked to trade the Chevy for this Hudson. It's all done. It's finished, reliable, drivable and... it's BLACK. I love black cars.
So if any of you want an old '52 Hudson Hornet for $8000. please drive up to Jackson, CA. and BUY IT, so we don't have to look at it sitting there... waiting for someone to want it. It would be the right thing to do.

We went to the Farmer's Market and got more vegetables than we needed but that's OK. We will eat them all. There is no tomato shortage, here in the garden, but we needed some good vegetables and fruit for dinners. It's still hot and the tomatoes are still doing their thing.
I think I will make a vegetable galette tonight. Sounds good doesn't it?

Isn't this a bountiful photo. Just makes you want to eat something.

 The bread is a rosemary, walnut beer bread. Oh my... we couldn't resist. My daughter in law baked some bread when I was down in the Bay Area a week ago. It was Ciabatta bread and it was beautiful. I don't make bread, so this was a really treat. When I saw this beer bread I thought about my DHL's bread and found myself buying  the beer bread... just until my grandchildren's mom shows me how to do it myself.

And at the same booth, calling my name, were some raisin, pecan cinnamon rolls. I did exercise some restraint. I only bought two of them. I could have bought the whole pan. Do you think it will help if I take a long hike tomorrow morning BEFORE I eat the cinnamon roll. Do you think that it will balance out the calories? NO? Well... I just thought...

Then we drove down to the Mokelumne River. The water was very high. Lots of water being held back. P,G&E has a power house at the end of Electra Road and they regulate the water that comes down the river. Sometimes it's high and some days it's very low. 

I asked if anyone had seen the PELICAN and a woman, who was fishing from the bridge, said that it hadn't been there for weeks. She said that it turned down a blue gill a few weeks back. Grabbed the fish out of a net, and then dropped it in the river. Guess the Pelican is a trout lover only.  Picky bird.
Hope it comes back. I still want to get some photos of it....maybe, with a trout in its mouth.