First, Rockport as viewed from the EcoPod:
Quaint yet cultured. Perhaps likened to a city in layers of complexity and, in that regard, the antithesis of a suburb.
Ahhhh Rockport, a beach devoid of flashy signs and cheap boardwalk souveriors. Full of sea life and bird life. It is the resting place of birds following their grueling decent across the Gulf, and proudly proclaimed, bird-watching-capital-of-the-world (bird watching is quite interesting once you simply begin to take interest). It’s a rocky shore, but if you perch yourself on just-the-right-rock, I daresay you could lose yourself for hours, watching the blue heron’s stealth and ever-persistent attempts to steal bait from savvy fisherman (says a self-proclaimed birder).
And lover of all that is Texas BBQ….
Formerly (and briefly) a vegan, any attempts at a meatless life were utterly destroyed when I moved to Texas. The meat is so good here. Over the last 3 months, the sensory and pleasure portions of my brain light up furiously with the briefest scent of slow roasting, smoking meat. I’ve bought brisket from steakhouses, rodeos, and now, off the side of the road (and I must admit, brisket is best bought on a whim…when the smoky fragrance violates your senses while driving 80 mph on a 2 lane, almost-dirt road).
Nevertheless, brisket is a delectable, prime cut of beef…appropriate for (almost) any dining occasion.