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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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But... but... you're beans-on-toast. We expect you to be eating like that. My worldview is crushed, by cracky.

High fibre good, high fat, not so good.

I wound up with beans-on-toast because all the good TalkBass usernames were taken. Kind of like internet web addresses these days. So I went with a Beatles reference.
 
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Love you like chicken!

Oh yeah, in the South if you order iced tea it's gonna be sweet.


... nearly forgot ... a Rick bass playing friend born and raised in Louisiana just absolutely hates butter beans. Hates, hates, hates. And this is what he says they give him when he's doing time for a (oops) DUI. The butter beans makes what's bad even worser, he says.




Creamed chipped beef on toast
is probably all I need to say here
except
take notice of when you begin to look forward to it



And in all truth, I don't bake.

Of course the universe needs to prove me wrong. Set and setting is 23 days in rehab, and Becky directs me after exercise to the kitchen. We am baking a caek today. It's from a box and it's going to be a sponge cake. And do not know until reading the directions on the box that a sponge cake is made with vegetable oil. Do not know this on account of I don't bake.

Friend of mine, who by chance shares my birthday day and year, has an arrangement in her home. You want dessert, go out and buy it. She is most forthright in declaring her lines.

And perfectly good with this, myself, but today Becky is directing me to bake a caek. We go back to some exciting exercise as it bakes, and then! Frosting!

Seriously, do not read the ingredients list on canned caek frosting.

Now it's caek for eveyone in physical therapy and I take the opportunity to politely decline.

However there is something new down where I buy my healthy coffee bean juice. Two shots of espresso served over a scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream. :: faint ::
Oh, 18 points on the food items.:)
 
My Bride, a child of Rhode Island, learned the secret from a colleague...small town GA.

She has mastered the art. :thumbsup:

My wife grew up in GA and AL. There are many Dark Arts in her cooking that I do not attempt to understand. But happily for both of us, Pacific Fusion is a well accepted thing around here. I'm not sure how Goji berry cobbler is gonna work out, but I have a feeling I'm about to find out.

In other news, a male quail was blocking my wife's car from leaving two days ago. She got out to see what was up and saw a whole covey of tiny babies, meaning I get extra duty on cat patrol for a few weeks now. The Psycho Jays aren't shy about helping out, at least. And the Violent-Green Swallows faked us out completely this year. Started a nest ~6 weeks ago then disappeared. Babies in the box right outside my kitchen window now. Yay! Always nice to have reinforcements before mosquito season starts up.
 
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“Shoot, y’all...I scored a 25!”,
said the boy from The Bronx.
20 here and both of my parents were from the south, though not the deep south. There are a lot of foods we used to eat that I consider southern that aren't on that list. October beans, anyone? My dad's mother used to cook up snaps and Octobers with ham hocks that were to die for. What about okra and collards?

Some of those foods I've probably had but names vary from region to region in the south. And there are some I've been offered but refused to touch, like fried gizzards and chitlins. So if you just count exposure to foods I didn't want to eat, the total climbs :)
 
Went to a fringe festival last evening. There’s always stage with some good bands playing only original songs. Good stuff. It’s amazing how much volume you can get out of a bass combo amp.

They have a hotdog stand every year that I like going to. This year, the same stand was there, the guy stood there faffing about for half an hour, cleaning the stand, putting out the condiments, cleaning some more, people lined up. Turns out that the stand was performance art. No hotdogs. Probably sponsored by the vegans to tick meat eaters off.
 
Went to a fringe festival last evening. There’s always stage with some good bands playing only original songs. Good stuff. It’s amazing how much volume you can get out of a bass combo amp.

They have a hotdog stand every year that I like going to. This year, the same stand was there, the guy stood there faffing about for half an hour, cleaning the stand, putting out the condiments, cleaning some more, people lined up. Turns out that the stand was performance art. No hotdogs. Probably sponsored by the vegans to tick meat eaters off.
That's insane. So the guy was there as a vendor before, but this time gets hired to come out and annoy hungry people? I'm sure that went over well.
 
My wife grew up in GA and AL. There are many Dark Arts in her cooking that I do not attempt to understand. But happily for both of us, Pacific Fusion is a well accepted thing around here. I'm not sure how Goji berry cobbler is gonna work out, but I have a feeling I'm about to find out.

In other news, a male quail was blocking my wife's car from leaving two days ago. She got out to see what was up and saw a whole covey of tiny babies, meaning I get extra duty on cat patrol for a few weeks now. The Psycho Jays aren't shy about helping out, at least. And the Violent-Green Swallows faked us out completely this year. Started a nest ~6 weeks ago then disappeared. Babies in the box right outside my kitchen window now. Yay! Always nice to have reinforcements before mosquito season starts up.

The jays will eat the quail chicks won’t they?
 
The jays will eat the quail chicks won’t they?

They might if they find them in the first few days, just like anything else that moves. But most of them seem very busy dealing with their own babies right now. We hear baby jays a lot, but have yet to see any in our yard this year.
 
My wife grew up in GA and AL. There are many Dark Arts in her cooking that I do not attempt to understand. But happily for both of us, Pacific Fusion is a well accepted thing around here. I'm not sure how Goji berry cobbler is gonna work out, but I have a feeling I'm about to find out.

In other news, a male quail was blocking my wife's car from leaving two days ago. She got out to see what was up and saw a whole covey of tiny babies, meaning I get extra duty on cat patrol for a few weeks now. The Psycho Jays aren't shy about helping out, at least. And the Violent-Green Swallows faked us out completely this year. Started a nest ~6 weeks ago then disappeared. Babies in the box right outside my kitchen window now. Yay! Always nice to have reinforcements before mosquito season starts up.
FL mosquito season starts 1/1, ends 12/31
 
20 here and both of my parents were from the south, though not the deep south. There are a lot of foods we used to eat that I consider southern that aren't on that list. October beans, anyone? My dad's mother used to cook up snaps and Octobers with ham hocks that were to die for. What about okra and collards?

Some of those foods I've probably had but names vary from region to region in the south. And there are some I've been offered but refused to touch, like fried gizzards and chitlins. So if you just count exposure to foods I didn't want to eat, the total climbs :)
Good points. I've tried gizzards. OK(?) but not a fan. Okra? Fried maybe, otherwise, no. Don't like shrimp but love grits so 1/2 point? Love collards, turnip, and mustard greens. My 'bitter half' is from WI-doesn't like/won't touch most Southern food*. Oh, well, more for me.
*does like biscuits and gravy so not all bad
 
Good points. I've tried gizzards. OK(?) but not a fan. Okra? Fried maybe, otherwise, no. Don't like shrimp but love grits so 1/2 point? Love collards, turnip, and mustard greens. My 'bitter half' is from WI-doesn't like/won't touch most Southern food*. Oh, well, more for me.
*does like biscuits and gravy so not all bad

Yeah, I gave myself a point for grits because it really needs to be on there by itself. Shrimp and grits is, as far as I know, a Louisiana thing, which is in the south, yes, but it's very regional (or it seemed so when I lived back east), whereas you'll start finding grits on the menu just north of Richmond. Not a fan of okra, but I don't mind it fried so much. I also love greens, especially with vinegar! We used to put vinegar on spinach all the time and the neighbor kids were like, ew, why would you do that?
 
20 here and both of my parents were from the south, though not the deep south. There are a lot of foods we used to eat that I consider southern that aren't on that list. October beans, anyone? My dad's mother used to cook up snaps and Octobers with ham hocks that were to die for. What about okra and collards?

Some of those foods I've probably had but names vary from region to region in the south. And there are some I've been offered but refused to touch, like fried gizzards and chitlins. So if you just count exposure to foods I didn't want to eat, the total climbs :)

Okra is my go-to when I make curry, so no idea what that makes me.
It’s amazing how much volume you can get out of a bass combo amp.

No kidding! These aren't your father's combos ....


They have a hotdog stand every year that I like going to. This year, the same stand was there, the guy stood there faffing about for half an hour, cleaning the stand, putting out the condiments, cleaning some more, people lined up. Turns out that the stand was performance art. No hotdogs. Probably sponsored by the vegans to tick meat eaters off.


No points for invisible, substance-free dogs. Chicago for hot dogs, is there really a contest? Unless you count a hot dog at Pinks in Hollywood. Or a Dodger Dog.
unless
it is Saturday morning in Munich and there is weisswurst. /thread
 
First morning at boot camp. We go to breakfast, I grab my oversized TV dinner tray. I see and get some toast points and extend the tray toward the poor schlub serving the chipped beef in gravy. He ladles some on, I don't move. "You want more?", says he, incredulously. "yes", says I. That was in 64 and he may still be shaking his head. Love that stuff-and butter beans.

I'm guessing that would have been Navy boot camp? In '67 when I went through Marine boot, there was no option on what or how much you took and ate. But my understanding is that the gap between MCRD San Diego and NTC San Diego was quite a bit wider than the boat channel.
 
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