Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Home Until

There are some roads that I need not think too much,  past the first turn
And at the end of what I once called home there is now a precipice
But heaven has not shut the door and I no longer shake my fist
To see it all so quietly, just think, you were mad because of this
I understood, but not really
I loved, but I could not
I had a friend, but I wasn't
I was noble, or so I thought
Why is it the curse of youth to pretend at being wise
Ungrateful for the gifts God sends, all these blessed lives
Because if the house were sold tomorrow, and the occupants all went away
Then the road was only temporary, and home is another day

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

I lived with the Robinson family as a young man, and they took in and loved an often ungrateful and rebellious teen. They provided me with shelter, food and a father figure in Howard that I had not previously had. It was a strange concept for me, growing up with a single mom, but there I was, watching a man go to work, help me with my car, and trying to give me advice on life. I have often regretted not listening, but I have never regretted the time I spent there, and they have always been home to me, and now at 42, I can say with all sincerity, thank you, I am truly grateful. I will miss you Howard, for a little while.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Fuji Sushi

Lily is one of those awesome people that when asked where they want to go on their birthday, they say Sushi, but this time she wanted to visit one of my old haunts. It started out a little rocky, with the girls fighting up until the time we left Clermont to head to Winter Park. They both slept the whole way there which gave me a little time to decompress. It's amazing what a little sleep can do; they woke up different people, and I now feel the spirit of birthday once again. 

Once inside, we got the coolest waitress I've had in a long time and ordered a couple of rolls based on her recommendation. She stood strongly behind the Sea Breeze and the 2014. The Sea Breeze was a well built roll full of fish flavor and then deep fried to top it off. The 2014 was an upgraded version of a mexican shrimp tempura roll topped with raw tuna. We also got our standard issue Dynamite rolls with the scallop sauce, some Rollin's rolls, Mexican rolls, and a chicken Tempura dinner. Oh, and if that didn't hurt enough, once the waitress got wind of it being Lily's birthday, she brought out some deep fried cheese cake with chocolate sauce. Thanks for an awesome time and a definite 10 on the Scales anytime. There is also a Fuji Sushi on Alafaya Tr., but this location in Winter Park holds the most nostalgia for me. 

Tuesday, September 22, 2015


I spent alot time growing up in Volusia County, and even though I don't live there anymore, there are certain people and places that I miss. One of those places is Pasha, on International Speedway or Hwy 92, as it is known to some. I have been going there since I was about six years old and have yet to taste a better gyro, meat pie or spinach turn over. One of the main reasons for this is the bread; they make it there and home made bread is hard to beat. All the ingredients taste fresh, and the people take pride in their work. It is not high volume, nor does anything taste like it. There are subtle touches like the pickle that doesn't taste like a cucumber, and from what my friend and I could best surmise was probably made from zuccini. The hot sauce that taste good on everything, well except maybe the baklava, offers a different sort of dry heat, and taziki is excellent. I'm 40 years old now and whenever I think of Daytona or am anywhere near it, my stomach compels me to stop in for a meat pie, spinach turnover, a nice tall glass of fresh squeezed strawberry lemonade, and a trip to dessert case to round it off. The desserts are awesome and not overly sweet. My favorites are the baklava, mini roses and lady fingers. If you want great Lebanese food and break from Mcdonalds and BK, then try this; its one of my favorites and the first 10 on the Scales.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Fishing for Sincerity

I am most thoroughly convinced of something that will affect you, and everyone
But it is so much easier to keep it to myself and run
Knowing that at every point we disagree, you will say it is because of hate
And here it comes, why do I bother? Why do I wait?
But if I run, than the opposite of hate, I cannot claim
Except by way of shallowness and only to my shame
But those that know me, know the truth, that I would rather take up rod and reel
Yet here I am, begging now, for other than I feel

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Saturday, September 19, 2015


Outside of Miami and St. Pete, this has to be one of my favorite Cuban experiences. In fact, its been so long since I've eaten in Miami, I can't remember the name of the Diner we enjoyed so much down there. ZaZa is amazing though, the bread is fresh and the dishes are made with care. Its a busy place but its so geared toward providing good service that you really don't wait very long. I have been meaning to grab a bite there for some time, and I finally went in and had a Bistec sandwich with black beans on the side. Incredible! It looks so simple but taste so good, and the beans are perfection. I also tried the empanadas, and my wife and I agree that these are some of the best we've had, definitely the best since moving to Altamonte. This place is a ten on the scales, because the food is perfect, its filling, and the atmosphere is wonderful. I will be back often, especially since I owe Lily a daddy date, and they have some guava cheese pastries there that she would kill for.

Monday, September 14, 2015


I'm not sure where they got the name for this place, and it did  not at all fit the image I had in my mind. There was no punk or even Biker theme going on, just a simple, clean establishment with the beautiful aromas of fresh meat and cheese. The gentleman behind the counter was passionate about his product, and willing to talk about it. He informed us that he did not have a Philly, but he did have a roast beef that he thought was better. Apparently he cooks the roast there and then shaves it up for the orders. Well then, challenge accepted, but I don't know why anyone would put a roast beef up against a Cheese Steak; they're not nearly the same thing. So I got a roast beef and the girls both got turkey. They loved their sandwiches and the potato salad was different, but simply amazing and fresh. So as I bite into my roast beef, I realize, this was cooked here and I would take this over a Philly. I recommend it toasted with both sweet and hot cherry peppers. Excellent, a nine on the Scales every day. I never understand how Subway and other chains survive when places like this exist, and I sure don't get it when places like this are driven out of business by the chains. There is no comparison, and I would much rather put my money here. 

Lawless subs is located on 436, west of I4, in Altamonte Springs, Fl. Here is their Face Book page: Lawless

The Roast beef is my favorite, followed by the Lawlinator, a wicked Italian and even a lovely Reuben sub touting both Pastrami and corn beef. This place is a Scalelily regular stop.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Fire Proofing

The proofing is not inside, as all that burns to ash
And the standing there, convinced of not, in the furnace, but a flash
Covered by material, external to myself
Borrowed oversimplifies the nature of it's health
I'm reminded of a story that took place long ago
3 men that would not let go
I smile at the guard as he ushers us inside
He stops me for the smile, curious as to why
I point inside the furnace, to a figure without burn
Smiling back at me, as I come to take my turn
"I really have to go now, He's waiting for me there."
The guard cannot make words now, he can only stare
I pat him on the shoulder and head up to the door
The guard can finally speak again, and asks, "who are you moving towards?"
"Tis the Word and you can read about Him, my covering, my proof
And know that I forgive you friend," I say, and pass beneath this roof

-Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Friday, April 24, 2015

Brick and Mortar

Now I see through a glass dimly, but then face to face
Now I know in part but then shall I also know
Even as I am fully known
Is my faith rational, you ask me
It presupposes that I nor any other creature knows all things
It acknowledges that I can be like all others, irrational
It looks though, upon the house, that still stands from before anyone alive can remember
And acknowledges there was a builder
Many schools of thought arise to who this builder be
Some will say there was none, and that the world just fools the naked eye
It gives the appearance of design, but that that is not the driving force
If I said this about the house I live in they would think me mad
Look at the wood, obviously it has seen the saw
Those are concrete blocks, they point out and look how evenly they are stacked
The earth, the universe, so much more complex than the house
Larger than the span of time to which we are held
To me it just says something to the magnificence of the Builder
For all that it acknowledges, faith is not irrational, it is a gift
When it no longer acknowledges its inability, reliance
 Or comes from other than the promise of the Creator
It is no longer faith
It is a magical force, derived by irrational thinking in a mind that was designed to be capable of rational thought
I read the Bible much more now and I have yet to find a more honest approach or definer to the condition and state of men
Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God, and so by this, in accordance, all us could not be faith
From Genesis to Revelation I see design, the Creation, man's fall, God's redemptive plan for this. It is across thousands of years and so many writers, the story of a God Who cannot change in His relation to sin, but a God Who is also love, and so being more of action than mere words, He makes the only sacrifice feasible to eternal justice. The sacrifice of Himself is the only one fit for eternity.
I praise God for Who He is, and for extending His gifts of grace and faith to sinners like me. 
My faith did not originate from me, therefore I am not the creator of my faith, and so as it rest in God, Who cannot be irrational like men, it is most rational.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Stress Free

If I had to eat, then I was a slave to my belly
But if I stole or lied to feed
Then whose slave would I be
And who is the master of my greed
Or has it mastered me
Anxious is the heart of want, unsettled is the soul of gain
And what did you get that was not given
Shut my mouth and clean my heart; don't leave the smallest stain
Take my eyes, my hands as well and use them to your end
For love, and not for sacrifice, so let my life begin
Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Wednesday, February 18, 2015


In the reading of the law, I came upon the hearing
And so it goes they trembled, but I don't feel a thing
I laid it down unmoved, the book upon the table
I told it to be quiet, and still no angels sing
They preferred the voice of Moses, but its God's that I demand
What were they afraid of? I just don't understand
And so my time in decades fall, have I become so wise
A nest of gray rests on my chin for the crows beneath my eyes
Cleaning house the other day, I came upon it in a drawer
I opened it and read the law, but it did not make this sound before
And every time I shut my eyes I saw a little more
I begged it to be quiet now, just like things were before

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke

Monday, January 19, 2015

Bot a Glove

One adult and three wee bairns please, I tell the lad at the gate
And for two notes he bids me enter, the lasses cannot wait
I'm hit with pipes and percussion waves, my lip curls to a smile
Tis the games I love so much that turn me to a child
Ah for the want a long time makes, my belly hunts for pies
And with a shot of H&P, oh stop, I'm going to cry

We watch the collies run their flock, sometimes through audience
My daughters love the interaction, they're glad there is no fence
They watch the girls upon the stage, dance about a sword
And then there was the ice cream stand, I seem them moving toward

My heart is stirred as the clans all march, led by the bag pipe's song
I thank the Lord I'm standing here, two years is far too long
And as I search the tartans, I come upon a pattern that I should like to wear
Far too old to worry now, and much too Scot to care
The laughter of some little boys was drowned out long ago
And grateful now am I, for the things I know

Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke