Conch Fritters, Hold the Purse

A year ago today I conched out. I let the grease from a frittery basket of Hurricane Hams blow a purse right into my hands. It wasn't on the menu and I certainly didn't order it. But I did eat the whole thing up! A true beauty — designer all the way, the kind of accessory that looked great hanging from my arm. And I got a lot of looks. I just pursed my lips and smiled.