{"id":5984,"date":"2020-04-20T06:40:28","date_gmt":"2020-04-20T13:40:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=5984"},"modified":"2020-04-20T06:40:30","modified_gmt":"2020-04-20T13:40:30","slug":"crab-louie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/crab-louie\/","title":{"rendered":"Crab Louie!"},"content":{"rendered":"<!-- wp:themify-builder\/canvas \/-->\n\n\n<p>I sat on a deck that overlooked a fine garden, field and trees. A vulture flew overhead. I sipped a barley wine and tasted delicious buttered toast made from my host&#8217;s homemade bread. It was a sunny Monday morning, an hour before noon. Earlier, I had planted 200 Sitka spruce trees in an attempt to heal a poisoned clearcut. I&#8217;ll long be dead before I&#8217;ll know if it did any good.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My host brought me a glass bowl of\ncooked crab with some cocktail sauce. Crab Louie! I&#8217;d never eaten\nCrab Louie before, but here I was eating it for brunch, along with\nthe toast and barely wine. What a strange, incongruous, glorious\ncombination! And who was Louie? And shouldn&#8217;t I be drinking a Cutty\nSark on the rocks rather than a barely wine? Perhaps dragging on a\nPall Mall, too? Doesn&#8217;t Crab Louie just scream 1952 and a table at a\nnight club in Akron, waiting for Dean Martin to perform his 1:30 a.m.\nshow, his third show of the night?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>At that moment I was surely the only\nprofessional tree planter in the world feasting on Crab Louie after a\njob and I relished that distinction. More marvelous incongruity and\ncheers to the people who invite it into my life. \n<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I sat on a deck that overlooked a fine garden, field and trees. A vulture flew overhead. I sipped a barley wine and tasted delicious buttered toast made from my host&#8217;s homemade bread. It was a sunny Monday morning, an hour before noon. Earlier, I had planted 200 Sitka spruce trees in an attempt to [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5985,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5984","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-meditations","has-post-title","has-post-date","has-post-category","has-post-tag","has-post-comment","has-post-author",""],"builder_content":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5984","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5984"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5984\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5987,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5984\/revisions\/5987"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5985"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5984"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5984"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5984"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}