Your writing style in general is what I like. I think you should write a novel. I would read it.I have a lot of family stories. Just wait until the holidays roll around and I tell you about the Christmas that my dad beat the living snot out of the town Santa Claus, while wearing his costume, just a couple of hours before he was to hand out candy to the kiddies. It's a hoot (and Santa had it coming).
The thing is, though...everyone has these family stories. Everyone's got an impatient dad or a hilariously pervy uncle, or a goofy brother, mine aren't unique. I just happen to have no shame in sharing them!
Thanks!
I have been making that soup almost all my life. My favorite soup. I can't tell from the picture, are they Great Northern Beans?
Good eye...great northerns and half again as much pinto.
Lots of food work today: making soup, making bread, making deviled eggs, and German potato salad.
Tomorrow, I'm making BLTs, cornbread, and apple crisp/crumble to round it out. We have guests coming over tomorrow.
I hate having guests.
Yep, that would apply.
The thing is, he's a really good guy and none of his stuff is intentional. For example, he likes to drink bourbon. A lot. So when he comes to my house, he's usually already started, because he loves coming over here.
So he makes his own drinks, but he can't sit still, so he's in the kitchen, he's in the bar, he's in the bathroom, he's out in the garage, he's in the living room, he's out in the yard, he's on the front porch, he's on the back deck...and that's the first 30 minutes.
Everywhere he goes, he has a drink in his hand, and he always sets them down in the unlikeliest places, forgets about them, then makes a new one, and the cycle repeats.
He'll go through 20 glasses while he's here, and when he leaves, I've got to play whiskey glass scavenger hunt, going around my entire two-acre property looking for them.
I've found glasses nestled in tree branches, where he stopped to pull some weeds, a glass in my mailbox, where he checked my mail for me (the mail carrier found that one), a glass in the freezer where he set in down while getting ice...for the glass that he set down.
And that's just one thing he does.
He's still much more palatable than his wife.
I like it, as long as it's not too many people. And if they'd eat it somewhere other than my house.
I have a lot of family stories. Just wait until the holidays roll around and I tell you about the Christmas that my dad beat the living snot out of the town Santa Claus, while wearing his costume, just a couple of hours before he was to hand out candy to the kiddies. It's a hoot (and Santa had it coming).
The thing is, though...everyone has these family stories. Everyone's got an impatient dad or a hilariously pervy uncle, or a goofy brother, mine aren't unique. I just happen to have no shame in sharing them!