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About chicken and ice cream

I need a new tag I think. It should be something like 'writing about my real life becuase my fiction has gone to crap.' Still, it may limber up the old word chute, or  something.

Coney island has empty spaces. I mean places where somebody obviously owns the land, but here is nothing useful on it right now. You don't appreciate how weird this is until you compare it to the rest of Brooklyn. Some of the spaces are no doubt to do with hurricaine Sandy, now two years gone by. Some people just didn't have the heart or the money to rebuild. Once things get green again those empty places wiill be full of wildflowers. Right now they just look like dirt.

Still, despite the empty spaces,  most things are on top of other things. Living quarters above a storefront is the norm. Our place, as I have said, is above a  chicken restaurant. It is not a sit and eat place. It is a go up to the counter and order and take the food to the beach kind of place. There is a bench to sit on while the food is prepared. The bench is usually almost full. The man who runs it is from India. He is there at 7 am cleaning. It opens at 8, and it is hopping until midnight at least. It has fried chicken, chicken sandwiches, fried fish, fish sandwiches, and fries, (with or without cheese,) biscuits, (with or without gravy,) and ice cream. It is a splendid place.

Hazel thinks so too. She is not allowed in of course, but when I walk her in the morning the guy waves at us, and she is always happy to look for any dropped peices of chicken in the street.

Today I stopped there to get an ice cream cone. There is a handy eyebolt to tie her leash to, just outside the door. She doesn't really need to be tied, she is always willing to sit and wait, but I always thread it through there just in case. I was gone less than 5 minutes, and was back with a nice vanilla cone. I usually get her a small dish of her own, but this time we were just going to share. (She doesn't actually lick the ice cream cone with me, I pull bits off for her.) I tried giving her part of the cone too, but she just looks betrayed and spits it out onto the ground.

The weather is warm now, and it was very relaxing to sit outside and watch people go by.


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Apr. 15th, 2015 01:28 pm (UTC)
Your description makes me think of the 'beach town' of Marshfield. A mix of year round homes,a tiny trailer park and summer cottages scattered along a small beachfront, not far from Plymouth MA. There is a small string of tiny stores where you can buy bathing suits or beach toys, ice cream or hot dogs, a breakfast place and a 'minimalist' grocery store for milk or bread or canned veggies.
Apr. 15th, 2015 03:52 pm (UTC)
I tried giving her part of the cone too, but she just looks betrayed and spits it out onto the ground.

Ha! I guess it is a let down, compared to ice cream.
Apr. 16th, 2015 01:12 am (UTC)
Interesting to learn about other people's cities. My block is over an opticians (directly under my flat) and a hairdresser's shop, but across the street at the back there's a chippy/kebab shop, open from 10am to 2am. It's not really somewhere I'd ever buy food from unless I was drunk, heh - so, a pretty typical Scottish chippy. If I'm in bed early enough I can lie there and listen in on or fall asleep to Turkish pop and drunken conversations while customers are sitting on their bench waiting for their orders. Not infrequently I get woken up by banging and drunken yelling from frustrated and ravenous souls who've arrived after closing time, LOL. Pathetic how grown men will beg, plead and grovel when they find a locked door between them and their Saturday night grease-fest! :-D
Apr. 16th, 2015 02:00 pm (UTC)
I love the way you described your daily life. Sounds nice and peaceful.
Apr. 16th, 2015 08:51 pm (UTC)
Can I ask you what 'biscuit' is? I've been puzzled over this for a long time! Our biscuits are, I think, what you would call cookies.
Apr. 16th, 2015 11:59 pm (UTC)
Wikipedia tells me that it is sort of like a scone. Or more like a dumpling. I have had scones here-- but apparently they are not the same as what you have there. Biscuits are fluffy and flaky. They are made with water, flour, butter, and baking powder. They are not sweet, they are a sort of blank canvas. They can go with butter and honey, or with gravy, depending on the meal. Put them with bacon and you have breakfast. Put them with fried chicken and you have a different meal.
Apr. 21st, 2015 01:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
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