Thread: What's for dinner?

I'm on my second plate of fried Buggs Island crappie, seasoned collard greens and macaroni and cheese. And a cold manly beverage.

mmmmm. We had Crappie last night... Tonight we are having Chili (and a beverage too)

Originally Posted by wasabi

I'm on my second plate of fried Buggs Island crappie, seasoned collard greens and macaroni and cheese. And a cold manly beverage.

Um-Um! In the words of Jerry Clower - "That will make a puppy pull a freight train!"

My lovely wife fixed a fine pot of chili and a pan of of sweet cornbread! Man, I love her!'

Originally Posted by Ranger690

My lovely wife fixed a fine pot of chili and a pan of of sweet cornbread! Man, I love her!'

Sounds good too! Sorry I was dozing when ya called!

Originally Posted by Ranger690

My lovely wife fixed a fine pot of chili and a pan of of sweet cornbread! Man, I love her!'

I love her too Dayton. Usually when you are down at Buggs fishin. Mine ate the sloppy joes and french fries I made.
Yur ol lady DOES make a good cornbread, I have thrown some in yur microwave and with a little butter smeared on it cant be beat.
Hey I feel like I know what you'll think when you read this and NO-I would never do that to a friend, never. I eat over the kitchen sink so as not to leave my crumbs for you to sleep on later.

If you are a mac & cheese man I kin maybe hook ya up with my ex-wife. She came over here from the Third Reich and when she discovered boxed foods like Mac & Cheez, Crappie Helper, Pasta-Roni, etc., you woulda thought she had discovered the formula for nuclear fission. She is back in der Fatherland,
teaching English at a German university in Bremerhaven, can hook ya up, she can put together some mac & cheez now. She got downright inventive with mac & cheez man- sometimes she added a can of Vienna Sausage (another great culinary discovery of hers) or even chop up some TREET and garnish it with salt & pepper. I thought I had procured my own personal schnitzel queen
only to find out she was a short order SPAM cook at best. The hatred I may or may not harbor for Germans goes far deeper than the holocaust deal. Her mother could cook like crazy-put together a gourmet meal outta simple fare but evidently the ex was marching around in jackboots with the Hitler Youth during her formative cooking-learning years. Possibly in charge of a death camp. Who knows.
I was young and easily impressed by other skills she had at the time. I learnt
my lesson though, ever since, when a prospective young lady has applied for the Shoers Ol Lady opening when one presented itself I have had the good sense to tell them put that thing back where it was and go make me sumthin to eat. We'll talk about you wearing the knees off yur jeans later. This served me well for many years until the War Dept showed up. She fooled me, the devious wench. She caught me in a weak, drunken moment and all her jeans had to be turned into cut-offs before I ever realized I hadnt eaten in 3 days.
You know the rest, by that time she was moved in and telling me which 1/4 of the closet was mine. It wasnt all bad though. I have some fond memories of the ottoman on wheels and giving naked guided tours of our house. Learning to turn and go in reverse was quite fun in itself but I really got a bang outta running the ottoman into the bed or sofa, sumthin would create a sudden dead stop. It was somewhere during this same era that she agreed to the dog collar and barking on command. I aint the least bit ashamed to say that truth be known, I woulda not cared if she made me marshmallow stew with a big ol glob of potted meat swimming atop it during that time. Very little coulda got in the way of our love fest at the time although I did git a stern talkin-to about jacking a round in the 30-30 and taking out the TV while we lay in bed. What can I say? Channels 27,33, 34, and 64 wouldnt come in and I had come to the conclusion it was not a cable issue but rather a SANYO issue. It was the only language I felt the set would understand at the time, and it had the desired effect. That TV did not spend another single day givin me crap about playing channels 27, 33, 34, & 64. It WAS a bit messy of a way to cure it when it came time to carry what was left out to the trash but man the fireworks and smoke display was worth every bit of glass shards & cabinet pieces. An unplanned benefit was not being able to hear one another for 3-4 days. Them Winchesters let out a resounding BANG when discharged in the confinement of a small room. Boudreaux was about 7 mos old at the time and I am sure it plays a major roll in his hatred of loud banging noises. You can chase that little SOB around with a shovel in the back yard to try git him to come back in but clap yur hands and better git outta the doorway or that sucker will bulldoze you comin in the house. I keep a gun at the back door and bust an occasional cap in the air to keep him honest. I wont say if I point the barrel up where hopefully God, gravity, and trajectory will land one on the neighbor kids hizzle but something along those lines may have occurred at one time or another. I figger if I am leavin the place some day and run into a kid with a hole in the top of his head, bled out in my driveway I will have to do the right thing and tell the neighbor to git his kid off my property for the last time. They have plenty more kids, and as little as they watch em one missing might not even be noticed. One of em startin to look like Alfred E. Neuman from MAD magazine-gotta stretched out head and pancake ears from being drug over to his folks by me cuz I caught him on top of our house again trying to light the shingles on fire. It has been so long since I did any active parenting I never know if I should drag him over to his folks or take him up on their roof and show him how to properly burn a house down. I have found some middle ground however, I just let Boudreaux
have his way periodically and lay to waste one of their pants legs, eat a shoe.
It keeps em outta my hair for a few days anyway.
You may ask what does all this have to do with pleasuring yurself with boxing gloves on? Not a thing, admittedly, but it demanded telling.