Friday, February 19, 2010

In Memoriam

There is always sadness. In the past few weeks there is far too much sadness.

Mr. Charleston lost his mother, Mean Donna Jean, has lost her immediate family it seems, Peach Tart is going through a big loss that has incapacitated her, not to even mention Haiti and some dickhead in Austin.

Damnit it all to hell.

I don't fully understand why this song brings it all together for this 'ol boy. I just wish I could do more to alleviate sadness.

I read a thought this week that went something like this:

To hate a person is like drinking poison and thinking they are going to die from it.

I have had several girlfriends say: "what the hell are you talkin' 'bout". (just before leaving)

Shoot, Fire.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Photo of the Moment

Crayfish "et tu fay"
(AKA Crawdaddies)

1 lb cooked crayfish tails
1/4c all purpose flour
1/4 c butter
1 c finely chipped onions
1 c finely chopped celery
1/2 c finely chipped green sweet pepper
3garlic cloves, minced
1 tb butter
3/4 c water
1/2 c sliced green onion
1/4 c nnipped fresh parsley
1/2 - 3/4 tsp salt
1/4 - 1/2 tsp ground red papper (cayenne)
1/4 tsp ground black pepper
Hot cooked rice.

Cook crayfish. STOP.
In a 3 qu pan stir in flour and 1/4 c butter, till smooth, over medium high heat for 3 minutes-stirring constantly.
Reduce heat to medium, cook and stir for 7 minutes, 'til reddish brown roux is formed.
Add onion, celery, sweet pepper and garlic, cook and stir for 5 minutes more.
add 1 TB butter, stir 'til melted, stir in water, green onion, parsley, salt and both red and black pepper.
Bring to a boil, add Crayfish
Return to a Boil.
(Yeah buddy)

Simmer (what?) uncooked for 5 minutes.
Serve with hot rice, if in the south (what?) good with grits.

I will have mine with GRITS.

You have got to be kidding me.

Girls Raised In The South.

Please don't call me late for supper.

Monday, February 1, 2010

'Nuff said

Now this Ride has Style.
That's spelled S.T.Y.L.E.
Boy Howdy.



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