Indeed, we have.
I hope everyone is back up and running and seeing the latest here at Big Food, Big Garden, Big Life in rural mississippi.
Tailgate done & done. Smoked Salmon and Shrimp Remoulade were huge hits. There was a considerable amount of talk about how Great Aunt Bessie did her pickled eggs. Long time tailgater folks understand that Mr. Big Food and I are in the business of promoting
crappy Old Southern culture by way of food.
Mr. Big Food got $0.40 on the dollar for our tickets– although the dude to whom he sold him counted out 4 $5 bills and Mr. Big Food– who can do rudimentary math in his head– said, “Whoa. You owe me twenty bucks.”
On the way back home, Mr. Big Food asked, “Do you really want to go out to eat tonight?” No.
We knew Kat and Tony had probably had a rough day moving their stuff out of storage and into the U-Haul truck. Burgers? No no no. Steak on the grill. And what to go with? Baked potatoes.
So I called Kat from the SuperLu and asked if this was okay. Okay. There were still left over Vegan Gluten Free Burritos from last night for the Tonster, in addition to the baked potato.
Mr. Big Food found two beautiful filet mignons, we picked up some baking potatoes, a few green onions, some sour cream, … .
I’m getting to it. Don’t rush me. There are … almost 20 years of history I have to cram into one blog post.
FYI. Tony’s latest thing is that he’s Vegan and Gluten Free.
After some recuperative hours, we commenced thinking about dinner. i was in charge of the baked potatoes and I did a quick survey of how folks like theirs.
I decided to rub the skins in butter, wrap the potatoes in foil, and put them in the electric roaster at 400. This did not go well and we would up nuking them in the MWO for 10 minutes, after which they were perfect.
But do you see the problem?
Baked potato skins rubbed in butter makes for a superior baked potato. But butter is not Vegan.
It was upon my acknowledgment / apology that Tony said, “We’ve know each other for a long time.”
Indeed we have. A little butter isn’t going to do any harm. There may come a day when Tony thinks a Unit or two will do no harm.
I miss The J-Man. I had to put that Gorilla Cart together all by my self. It would have gone smoother if I had known where the J-Man had stowed the cresent wrench, … .
I know you’re not coming back, but I miss you.