I did not grow up eating processed foods (or knowing what they were til school). I recall seeing another kid’s tinned pudding and I don’t mean British pudding for ‘sweet’ but custard. Blew my mind, it did.
Anyway, we were served fish sticks at school during Lent -of course and I loved them. Don’t get me wrong–properly deep fat fried fish was a main stay as I came up an Ozark hillbilly but those fish sticks were magical.
I was surfing and this popped up. FREAKING AWESOME! It totally looks like a ‘recipe’ from one of mammy’s shut-in ‘friends’ (charity work) Woman’s Day magazines that I’d flip through. -bored to tears at these several hours-long visits
What’s even nicer than that fab photo is the popup advert for McCormick Lent Recipes!
But the photo alone…
I didn’t go to the recipe. If you want that, you’re on your own, Flatlander.
Dang! My link didn’t ‘take’ in yesterday’s post. That’s what I get for not verifying. Tsk tsk.
One of my mammy’s FAVOURITE sayings but the proper way round.
Anyhoo! Thumping noises then people squeals and chatter caught my attention. A gander was beating his brains out — boxing his reflection — in an attempt to keep his young lady safe for nesting on our front lawn (at work).
As I left the room, I went outside and drove him back to the front lawn. He had knocked several feathers loose and was walking quite oddly. He’d really done himself a bad turn!
He came back a couple hours later and was far more aggressive — but I’m not scared.
I’m a fecking hillbilly for fuck’s sake. He got so that I changed from my usual Doolitttle voice to Ta: ‘I can fucking kill you and if I do, I’ll eat you. Go home to your wife, like I said, now.’ He fucked off.
50- something Dude: Ever try catnip?
Me: [arches eyebrow] I know what you’re saying. That shite don’t work.
50: No! It’s true! You smoke it and–
Me: Yeah. I have smoked it and hash-brownied it. No effect.
50: Really? Of all the ‘others,’ it worked for me; you know dried banana peels, nutmeg, oregano–
Me: Stinks up the house worse than reefer. Na, man. I’m a Serious Alcoholic–
50: Takes something with more ‘pow?’
-you realise, it’s just mint?
‘Member those posts about muck-brown and straw-yellow? We’re a cunt hair -Mammy’s expression, cos she was a Lady away from SPRINGY-SPRING! Just look at that green!
my bday! -which makes 9 mos til Baby Bejeebers’ Bday (Observed)
Fire up yer Carte Blanche!