We went to Smith’s last night. If you’ve never been there, it’s on Route 13 north of Greenwood. Heading north, it’s on the left. The interior reminders me of a finished basement from fifty years ago and all the neighbors come over.
Where should I start? First of all, they serve real iced tea. The rolls are good and endless, but they didn’t have the sweet potatoes biscuits this time. The stuffed scallops and blackened catfish were superb and the fried chicken livers were very good. He said the sauteed ones he got before were better, but these were very good, too. We’ve been here several times and we’ve always gotten good food and good service. Even the vegetables are good. I’m told the spinach is exceptional. I can’t eat spinach and kale. We have never gotten dessert, but they look delicious.
Our friends won’t be around next week, but we will probably go somewhere. We are hoping to go to Suicide Bridge in two weeks.
I did the last piece this afternoon. I had trouble getting my name on my shirt and it should have been the easiest part. Maybe my machine knew it was the last and didn’t want to stop. Tomorrow, I hope to go to Dover to do some shopping, so I probably won’t get them finished until the weekend. 
Up a Creek in Lower Slower Delaware 