So why the apron? Because I fried up a big batch of conch fritters at Borders in Winter Park. And lots of folks stopped by to enjoy them, including, from left to right, high-powered attorney Nadia (a former student of mine at Trinity Preparatory School); Steve, a former Leesburg pal visiting from Tupelo, MS; and Michael, whose Christmas shopping was stymied when BERMUDA SCHWARTZ didn't come out until February, but who bought lots o' copies anyway.
If you didn't make it, not to worry. Drop by Borders in Winter Park any time throughout the next month or so and I can guarantee it will still smell like conch fritters.