Clay Pot sans lid
Yet another bountiful meal that makes us feel grateful to have worked up an appetite.
All Hail the clay pot on a Sunday evening,
especially when we get to use our funky yard sale plates.
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April 30, 2006
April 20, 2006
these things pass
from
You Can't Go Home Again
- Thomas Wolfe
Child, child," it said, have patience and belief,
for life is many days, and each present hour will pass away.
Son, son, you have been mad and drunken, furious and wild, filled with hatred and dispair, and all the dark confusions of the soul -- but so have we.
You found the Earth too great for your one life.
You found your brain and sinew smaller than the hunger and desire that fed upon them -- but it has been this way with all men.
You have stumbled on in darkness,
you have been pulled in opposite directions,
you have faltered,
you have missed the way -- but, child, this is the chronical of the Earth.
And now, because you have known madness and dispair, and because you will grow desperate again before you come to evening,
we who have stormed the ramparts of the furious Earth and been hurled back,
who have been maddened by the unknowable and bitter mystery of love,
who have hungered after fame and savored all of life, the tumult, pain, and frenzy,
and now sit quietly by our windows watching all that henceforth never more shall touch us
-- we call upon you to take heart,
for we can swear to you that these things pass.
- Thomas Wolfe
April 17, 2006
even ribs fall short sometimes
The name of this joint has been changed to K & C protect the innocent.
This BBQ place was no good but we'll not bust them too badly, perhaps I was cranky and in a bad mood . . . but probably it was not us, it was them.
One Saturday we went to the K & C location on Abercorn looking to fill up ourselves with some BBQ. Located in a strip mall in the shopping area near the Bass Pro Shop, we figured we’d found a source of good ol’boy Q. The restaurant itself is typical, could be any family eating joint on any Saturday in Anywhere, Georgia. No sign of BBQ-ing smoke, plenty of tobacco in the air though. No matter, we weren’t feeling picky, we were hungry. The Q didn’t have to be smoked. Bring it on, we’re ready for some good Saturday afternoon BBQ!
We took our table and ordered iced tea.
The waitress: “sweet or unsweet?”.
April 16, 2006
WildCat Camp for Easter
At night in the tent the sound of the waves crashing on the cliffs kept making us think the big one was rolling in to sweep us out to sea. Around 4AM a shore break had us sitting straight up out of a dozing slumber. As usual all the possible problems are just between our ears.
April 1, 2006
Jackalope Dinner Special
The Blue Plate Dinner today is a rare treat.
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Jackalope was a favorite meal of Dutch when he was down on the ranch.
