Monday, January 4, 2010  Oysters and $2 Bread.  Back in the
Fall, before H1N1 reared its ugly head and smacked me down hard,
then allowed me to get up just long enough to smack me down
AGAIN, Hubby and I went to an Oyster Festival up on Afton
Mountain. Well, at Cardinal Point Winery, but I just love saying
"...up on Afton Mountain," reminds me of when I was a kid and my
granddaddy would say it like it was a 3-day journey requiring
pack mules and covered wagons.  It was a small affair by
festival standards - maybe 150-200 people or so. But some odd
things happened. So odd they warrant recording for
prosperity.....and the first odd thing involved a $2 loaf of
bread. How's that for an opening hook?  Like I said, there were
200 people tops, most of them with picnic baskets and folding
chairs, sipping wine, watching the Cashmere Jungle Lords, who,
by the way, have gotten so OLD! Wait a minute. So have I. Never
mind. The rest were crowded into the oyster/wine tent. They
seriously needed an oyster wrangler because t