Thursday, February 25, 2016

Hollywood Food Trucks

The food truck phenomenon is all over the place, not so much in Key West but mainland Florida with splendid night time weather has embraced this way of eating. Monday nights it's Arts Park in Hollywood at the circle in the middle of town called Young Circle.
Hollywood, Florida
 The line up this past week was endless:

90 Miles to Go
B.C. Tacos
Che Grill
Churrasco Grill
Da Burger Shack
Don Mofongo
FOAR
Food Junkies
HipPOPs handcrafted gelato bars
Il Fiorentino
Inspir-Asian
Jerk it Cuisine
Jersey Dawg
King of Racks
The Lobsta Guy
Monster Burgers
Ms. Cheezious
Nacho Bizness
Palate Party
Paradise Cups
Poblano’s Mexican Fusion
Sugar Yummy Mama
Sweet Blenz
Tuto’s Cuisine
Voo La Voo
Wholesome Rollers
I got overwhelmed in short order but my wife and her sister marched off to check out what was on offer. 
I have no idea what sort of a living one makes cooking in the back of a van but young people seemed to make a decent date night out of it.
The lines were long and after ordering there wasn't much to do but stand around and wait. Cause for conversation!
I was looking after Rusty whose brain must have been blown by his change of fortune. A few weeks ago he was an unwanted dog on the margins of life and now he was being petted and admired by strangers and welcomed into the middle of crowds. He took it like the stoic he has become.
Hollywood, Florida
 I tried to wander but the crowds were thick and I had no idea what I wanted to eat.
South Florida Food Trucks
 I left the decisions up to my wife. These guys yielded crab fries and a thick wedge of caramel bread pudding. Food trucks tend to go with  substantial fare it seems to me.
South Florida Food Trucks
 Rusty was totally absorbed into people watching, too entranced to be scared.
Ms Cheezious sold grilled cheese sandwiches which I thought an odd choice but we had a couple of theirs.
South Florida Food Trucks
   Burger Beast claims to have the most up to date list of trucks and locations:
                           Every MondayFood Trucks at Arts Park
                           Every TuesdayFood Truck Invasion in Plantation
                           Every 1st FridayFriday Night Food Trucks
                           Every 2nd FridaySecond Fridays at Abacoa                                                                                       Every 3rd  SaturdayWheelin’ Dealin’ Street Food Festival 

2015  was the year of Chef Robyn Almodovar on Food Network where she won an episode of Chopped and also won Cutthroat Kitchen. My wife noticed her South Florida base, along with her truck "Palate Party" and noted them down in her phone. She was quite pleased to be recognized. Her crab cakes really were very good. We ate them on the spot.
South Florida Food Trucks
My patient dog, navigating the chaos with the aplomb of an old hand. I hope he enjoyed being in the middle of middle class life as a participant.

Hollywood, Florida

My sister-in-law studying the menu:
Hollywood, Florida

The crab and fries:
The bacon and blue cheese grilled sandwich. Perhaps it was bleu cheese but food trucks bring out the pleb in me:
The bread pudding:
The exhausted little trooper:
Hollywood, Florida
What an interesting evening.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Rusty Does Dagny

Driving to Fort Lauderdale the obvious stop was Dagney Johnson State Park to let the dog out and take a break in a the  four hour drive. Rusty has probably never done so much driving in his life but he has adapted like a champ, lying down on the back seat and snoozing quietly.
I like Dagney Johnson, all it's wide trails and it's peculiar history that essentially comes down to over reaching developers who failed and left behind empty land and a few odd pieces of infrastructure as we shall see.
You need copious amounts of mosquito repellent here even in winter. And I mean copious as any square inch of skin left uncovered will be the target for some mosquito or other. 
One other odd feature of this park is that it is actually quite close to the ocean even though you feel as though you could be in a wood anywhere on the east coast.
And as we strolled alongside one of the excavations that has filled with rainwater here's a piece of the history  from Abandoned Florida.

The plans were extensive as you can see wedged between the straight line of Card Sound Road (State Road 905) and the beach  on the south side of Key Largo:
1988 aerial

Dredging and filling was rampant in the Keys in the early-1970s. In order to control the local government’s lack of ability or desire to control development, on April 15, 1975, the Florida Keys became an Area of Critical State Concern(ACSC), which was supposed to prevent the Keys from becoming a ‘concrete jungle’.
In 1982, the Department of Community Affairs(DCA) had a consultant prepare the “Inpact Analysis of Florida Keys Critical Area Designation” study, a 300-page report that provided information that everyone already know. As in the 1930s prohibition days, the Keys ignored it.
In 1983 the DCA threatened a state take-over for all new development and it developed a management plan. The county countered that the state had not provided the necessary funds to develop a land use map. Slowly but surely, both sides began to compromise. Regardless of their efforts, it was not very effective since by 1984, at least 51 new developments were in process but not approved. The Miami Herald did a series of exposes on the rapid growth, estimating that North Key Largo alone would house 25,000 to 45,000 people.
From the State Parks website:  

The park is named for Dagny Johnson, a local environmental activist, approximately a year before her death in 2003. Through the 1970s, 80s, and 90s, Dagny led the Upper Keys Citizens Association and several other organizations that fought to stop the development that was planned for much of north Key Largo. Preservation of onshore communities was not the only purpose for protecting north Key Largo. The reefs offshore of developed areas in the Keys have been declining rapidly, and those off undeveloped north Key Largo remain in far better condition than most.


Somehow the developments failed and  at least some of the land is now preserved for public use with extensive networks of trails. Not all are open:

Rusty had fun though I noticed he suffers from a  lot of nerves in the woods. Any rustle or strange noise sets him off and he suddenly alerts with his ears up and his eyes flashing left and right. I let him off the leash for a little while on the main trail, no one was around and I wanted to test his ability to come when called. He actually did quite well because he really wants to oblige, he just has to know how to figure it out.
The irony was later when he spotted some innocent walkers through the bushes he jerked back and got away from me - was I surprised!- but I discovered if I let him trot to a "safe" spot he would let me corral him and approach the perceived danger close alongside me. It's a pain in the butt but I its to be expected from a  dog that has been a stray and doubtless abused by anyone with range. Time will cure his nerves.
He is not, however a runner and he always wanted to stay close to me.
He does not have a lot of stamina so we took the short loop, a mile and that was plenty for Rusty.
As with so many of these walks, all of them perhaps, I am reminded of Cheyenne. Oddly enough this picture from 2011 (LINK) depicts me in the same shirt I was wearing last Saturday. 
It was a good walk and even though Rusty  freaked out when he saw a large friendly  dog near the entrance I was ready for him and swept him into my arms to remind him where he's safe. He's supposed to weigh 56 pounds but he feels like a featherweight compared to Cheyenne who always hovered near 100 pounds.
Rusty is a great little dog and I am very happy with him. He can't erase my sadness at the loss of Cheyenne  but he sure does help. Like her he too is freaked by elevators and I expect given time he like Cheyenne will get over that. My wife spends a lot of time reminding me how much work we had to put into training Cheyenne to be the laid back companion she rapidly became.
Rusty is well on his way.

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Middle Torch Key Walk

I think it's been five years since I last came out here. Cheyenne walked with me a couple of times and then found it boring. Rusty was totally into it. In fact a couple of times he pranced off into the bushes and didn't come when I called an whistled. We had a conversation about coming when called. More accurately I had a whiny monologue and he looked repentant. Blah blah blah.

It was a good evening to be alone with a dog in the wilderness.

Rusty trotted back and forth being busy, I paused and enjoyed the sound of the wind in my ears and the views across the mangroves.

I have missed these open dances but without a dog to drive me to it I don't get out here. So I was glad to see Rusty was so busy enjoying himself.
The last time I came here there was a trailer tipped on its side, abandoned and slowly decomposing. As you can see above it's all gone. Nice.
And the widespread dumping of assorted household and construction garbage has been cleaned. This place was practically paved with shards of glass.

Rusty got busy and disappeared for a few minutes.

Leaving me to play with the camera.

 

 

 

 

It was a good walk. He gulped a bowl of water back at the car and passed out once we got home after a full dinner.

The dog is back!