NOODLE SHOP, MARSHALL
A Noodle Shop opened up in Marshall two weeks before the Helene and when the flood poured through Marshall it was washed away. It had been a big hit in those two weeks but Susie never had a chance to visit it. So it is with great excitement in Marshall that it has now opened up again. It is worth the wait. We went early, just after opening, and not only was every seat taken but there was a line outside.
There are only a couple of tables with everyone else sitting at stools at the counter that circled the kitchen where the noodles were made before our eyes with the chef stretching the dough and stretching the dough in stretching the dough into narrower and narrower strands, up to 20 strands at a time, which then went into the soup, made right in front of us. With each large $18 bowl of soup came a sugared donut, also made in front of us, placed in hot oil and then sugared and served hot with the noodle soup. The soup may be a little expensive but was delicious and filling, so filling that I took half of mine home. When I reheated it with anticipation in the microwave for another delicious meal the next day it had all turned to goo and was inedible. So if you go, eat your noodle soup there or soon after. But, regardless of the goo, the experience of eating noodle soup in this exotic way in rural Madison County was marvelous.
STRETCHING DOUGH
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At dinner time I went to Zadie’s for the music on the patio and a root beer float which I share with a video.
MUSIC AT ZADIES
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Hanging over the day was the yearly visit I made to my dermatologist, who usually sprays spot after spot on the top of my head with liquid nitrogen that freezes the possible precancers off. I have no idea what he actually sees and have imagined him saying as he fires left and right, $75, $75, $75 as he anticipates the income, whether there is anything there or not. Medicare pays so I don’t complain. But this time I didn’t joke. He thought that one spot might be cancerous and cut out a chunk to send in for a biopsy, and then prescribed a salve that would over two weeks burn everthing else threatening off the top of my head. In the process my shiny bald head would turn bright red and hurt like the dickens. I went home chastened.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 