Beau Wann, Jr.
Merry Christmas and the happiest of new years to all myne fyne waltripynes, and to those that are not. Yes, time she is a moving on...oops, that should be "time HE is a moving on", well, father time and all I suppose. Why should us guys take all the heat on this time bit, eh? Why cant it be Mother time? I know I've had a "mother of a time" most of my borned days. And, how about "Old Man Winter"? What's up with that? Why cant it be "Old Woman winter"? I have first hand knowledge that "this old man is not real fond of winter".
In my defense, I was left home alone, totally unsupervised, like totally! It all started innocently enough, cooking some ground beef for the pups. I know what your thinking, we spoil our dogs, and the answer to that is, YES WE DO! However, and aint there always a however! A pound of ground beef cost the same if not less than a can of dog food that they wont eat and waste. And, all you need to add to the dry food, is just a tablespoon or so of the ground beef, so we can stretch it for almost a wweek..
The ground beef we buy has virtually no grease or fat, and is from Grolczks (sp) in Hempstead, and they get locally grown beef from Navasota and surrounding areas, and not from China! Anyway, it all started inocently enough, cooking ground beef in a skillet. As luck would have it, and she pretty much has it her way, I got distracted and walked away from the stove. Time passed, heard a rather rude noise and noticed some sorta fog in the house.
Yup, that's what you get when you leave something unattended on the stove, SMOKE ALARMS AND SMOKE. Well, I would hardly call it real smoke, just a tad hazy and it was only one alarm, and it was probably faulty anyway. What a big to do about nothing I'd say. One good thing, the gnd beef was only dark, real dark on one side, and rather crunchy. Of course the dogs were thumping their collective tails and dancing in the streets so to speak. Thats just the way they like their treats, crunchy! Cats could care less!
Now when I put ground beef in their bowls, and it isnt burnt to a turn, they look at me with the "what, is this it? No crunchy? " Look.
You know, everytime Diane comes home from being gone a couple a days, as she walks through the door, she always says, "what is that smell"? I tell her that she has her choice of too much air deoderamizer, or what ever food I've burned over the last couple of days whilst I was left unsupervized, or in some cases, both. I have decided that from now on whilst she has to spend a few days away, if I want something cooked, GO TO THE CHAPPELL HILL BAKERY AND BBQ JOINT. ! ! !
We have a 5th Sunday of the month lunch at our little country church in the country. This past Sunday, yesterday, was our first to attend so we wanted to make a couple of dishes for the event. Diane chose mashed potatoes with cheddar cheese, and I chose CORNPONE PIE! ! ! ! ! I havent made that tasty dish in a fortnight or three. So, I made a test batch around wednesday. It didnt turn out as well as I would have expected, and no where near the quality that my mother use to make.
So I made a double batch for Sunday, thinking I corrected whatever wrong I perpetrated on such a fine culinary delight, and mostly I did, but it was still not up to my Moms standard, edible, but not perfect! Dianes mashed potatoes were heavenly, where as my CORNPONE PIE, was somewhere between heaven and hell, most closer to the latter. I did put jalopenos in my concoction, and it's a good think I announced to the folks that I had, because wouldnt you know it, some are allergic to the fine pepper. I can see I'm not making any points at my gnu church.
Maybe I'll just leave the cooking to the womenfolk. As I stated in the past, I'm more of a "heater upper" rather than a "chef". I do spam and cornbeef hash and chili from a can like really well. Guess I'll just stick to that. " A mind is a terrible thing..." " A mind, unsupervised, is really a terrible think"....
Rose bowl parade is onfor the 129th time. Yould think after 129 years, they'd get it right. Very pretty and mechanically engenious, (does that look right? Sometime my mind doesnt see words like it use to. Back in the day, there werent too many words that I couldnt spell. Now I'm lucky to recognize one out of three words. It has something to do with my hearing. The OT says that not hearing words, your brain forgets them. Yes it does.) Anyway, lots of pretty colors in the parade! Where do they get all the flowers? Is there a "flowerville" somewhere that supplies them?
I'm really thinking of moving to the Carribean somwhere. Maybe around Corpus Christi. Shoot, I could go fishing! As long as I dont have to get in a boat, I'd b e fine.
Ok, time to deplane and shut this rambling rose down. Keep the sun at your six, or anywhere you can, and ride boldly ride....
Your frien and resident nutjob...Buffalo Beau Cephus
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