My oldest dog, Jack, from Tennessee, is one stubborned sumbitch. Lately, we’ve been spendin’ a lot of time couped up in the house. I can’t just cut ‘em both loose in the yard. They’d stray, and the neighbors would call the law on a couple of “pit bulls” runnin’ loose in the neighborhood. So, I sit, as do they, most of the days of our off time. Well, my off time, since most dogs don’t have nothin’ but off time.
Anyway, this name change deal, I think he’s tryin’ to tell me somethin’ ’bout it. We can be in here in the den, the three of us, and I’ll tell ‘em both to lay down. Just a general command to hit the deck dogs. Carbon… you can damned near hear his chest hit the floor on command. Jack… just looks at me. Like he’s deaf, or dumb. He ain’t either. He’s just hard headed I think. The next thing I holler is “Jack, DOWN”. He’ll sit. I’ll holler louder “JACK LAY DOWN DAMMNIT”, and he’ll cock his head for a minute and then go right back to where he was ‘fore I yelled twice.
Finally, if I holler at the top of my lungs “MUTHA FUCKA LAY THE FUCK DOWN!”, in my best Lawrence Fishburne accent, he’ll drop.
I think he want’s his name changed to Mutha Fucka. Must think he’s from some foreign country or something. Damn sure don’t think he’s from Tennessee.
Wait a minute… on second thought, maybe he does….
Tammi… a big bird tol’ me you might just be a closet gator fan. Is that right now…? If it is, any thoughts on a wager for the game on the 8th? Didn’t you used to thrive down somewhere? If you are, and you’d like to wager, we can do the usual… your place or mine deal. (You might not wanna click that ’round there link… it’s kinda chewy)
I’m makin’ my little contribution of givin’ on the sidebar. I’ve added a few recipes that I usually have to call momma for. Hey, if you’ve got some lingerin’ relatives that you’d like to see run on back home, try some of ‘em. I might have to come up with some way of organizin’ ‘em better ’cause they’ve made the left sidebar longer then my… nose. If you try any of ‘em, and hated it, or liked it, comments are open for each one of ‘em, so feel free to rate ‘em as you taste ‘em. I’m thick skinned and what’s good to me, might be, and might not be, to you.
To all of you that I didn’t get a chance to run ’round to yesterday and wish a Happy Holiday, I apologize, consider this my happy wish for you, and I forgot to wish those that do the Quanza/Kuanza, whatever it is, a Happy one of those.
Tomorrow, it’s back to work for this ‘Neck… The off time… ’twas good while it lasted.
But, that ain’t what I’m sayin…
Qdub Here’s your recipe. I just want you to know, it’s your luck it’s the givin’ season, and since there ain’t no chance of your team whippin’ my team’s ass this year, I’m throwin’ you a bone. Merry Christmas Qdub. You took the invasion like a dog owner.
Oddly enough, as fate would have it I suppose, this recipe comes from a string of ‘em that together make up the “First Baptist Christmas Dinner”. The string ain’t what I’m havin’ tomorrow, so I’m thinkin’ since I might have one of ‘em, I’ll produce the “Last Baptist Christmas Dinner” recipe.
Anyway, I”ll give you what this little gem is a small piece of in summary, and then the details for the recipe Qdub asked for.
Baked Ham.
Baked Trukey with Giblet Gravy.
Asparagus Casserole
Sweet Potato Souffle< -- that's supposed to be one of those funky e's at the end of that word.
Grape-Cranberry Salad.
Dinner Rolls.
Pecan Pie
Peach and Coconut Cake.
Here's what you're lookin' Qdub...
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3 Cups sweet potatoes, cooked and mashed.
1 Cup Sugar.
1/2 teaspoon salt.
2 eggs, beaten lightly.
1/2 stick butter, melted.
1 cup milk.
1 teaspoon vanilla.
Topping:
1/3 cub butter.
1 cup brown sugar.
1/3 cup flour.
1 cup pecans, chopped.(I screwed up and got walnuts... nobody bitched).
1 cup coconut.
How to put it all together:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix together sweet potatoes and sugar. Add salt and eggs; stirring well. Add butter, milk and vanilla; stir well. Pour into greased baking dish and bake for 35 minutes. Remove from oven. Melt butter for topping. Add sugar(brown), flour, pecans and coconut. Mix well. Spread on the top of the baked sweet potatoes and return to oven for 20 additional minutes.
Yield: 6 servings. a big six…
Enjoy Qdub…
Well, as they say, it’s the best of times, and the worst of times.
I’m still suckin’ air. That’s a best as far as I’m concerned.
The worst, hey, I done wrong, now I’ve got make it right according to the law.
It is what it is. I am who I am. They didn’t breed ‘Necks to live in cities, and I didn’t ask for this assignment. But it is mine, the one I was given, and strive to fulfill.
Lump Christmas, pot luck’s at work that your wife/mother used to bail you out of, and you’ve ’bout got it.
Don’t forget the never ending stream of dishes that seem to pile up in the sink while you’re at work. I guess that sterilization shit don’t work very well. I had ‘em both sterilized, but the dishes keep on comin’.
Work… Can y’all say conversion gone bad? I can. I just wish I could stop hearin’ it. Doesn’t matter much I said “Don’t do it”.
I was overruled. I’m not from Microsoft’s consulting firm, makin’ 3 cnotes an hour, so I obviously don’t know shit. Remember that. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout don’t you yaBOOM?
Just goes to show you, be careful what you wish for… You might really get it.
Ha… Bakin’. I don’t typically bake but last Friday and this evenin’ finds me trying to make a delicacy known as Sweet Potato Soufle. Yes, I can hardly say it, much less type it, but the stuff is damned good now.
Basically, it’s a shitload of Sugar of the white and brown type, a boatload of butter, and some time in the oven. And a couple of sweet potato’s with your sugar. Add some Walnuts/Pecans and Coconut and you’ve got it, assumin’ you’ve got an hour to spend listenin’ for the whistle of the oven alarm.
It’s been said my performance review might have somethin’ to do with said dish appearin’ tomorrow. Now we all know just how much performance reviews have to do with actual raises. One way or the other… Not one to take a chance, I’ll fork over the tater’s & sugar in hopes of bridgin’ that devide. Let me see Microsoft man do that shit now…
Christmas… point of contingency here. I get it, I understand the holiday for what it is. A celebration of the saviors birth. Period. All the rest is icing. Trees, lights, cards, scrooge that. I do those things when it’s convenient. It hasn’t been convenient yet.
Presents… Whole big ass can of worms there… Depends on the age group you’re givin’ too. Teenagers… that’s easy. “Show me the money” for them. They want whatever they want, and they want it now. Little kids. Shiny stuff, loud stuff, stuff with little projectiles that will curl their mothers hair. They dig it. The little one’s. Not the momma’.
Your seniors… hell they’re not that hard to buy for. Chocolate covered cherries or, the horrendous fruit cake will usually please them with the thought of, the thought that matters. Or, Home Depot or Best Buy gift cards kick ass as far as they’re concerned. I prefer Wal-Mart. Better fishin’ tackle selection.
Peace to all of you. Merry Christmas. Happy Hanuka. Feliz Navidad. In other words. Merry flippin’ Christmas! Most of y’all better be hoping Santa ain’t checkin’ the list twice this year. Maybe he outsourced that job…
To those of you that care, or are worried ’bout me, I thank you. You needen’t though. I appreciate it all the same. I’ll survive.
