CHICKEN IN FOIL Small frying chicken, about 1 ½ lbs, cut in half lengthwise Creole seasoning 1 Tbsp butter, softened Preheat oven to 450o. Rub chicken halves inside and out with butter and season. Wrap each half in foil. Place on a rack (skin-side up) in oven and bake 1 hour. Foil can be opened
The days of the cave man have passed. Physical strength no longer gives prowess to the individual. What the twentieth century demands is the trained intellect. The man who knows is the man of the hour. The Standard Question Book and Home Study Outlines, The Frontier Press Company, Buffalo, New York. 1919. This is the
Yesterday I commented on something I came across (via Instapundit) in the NYT concerning clutter. To be clear, I dislike clutter. In a perfect home, there’s a place for everything and everything is in its place. For years now the received wisdom has been that the time and energy needed to get from clutter and
As you know, one of the sheep went missing the other day only to return on the wrong side of the fence, necessitating that Mara and I become shepherds. As I said, So I opened the gate between the two pastures thinking eventually one of the two stupid animals– and I do mean stupid– would
Daughter C gave my camera back to me. Complete with 188 images of Walter Anderson’s house in Ocean Springs, Mississippi! The print is “Landscape with Farmhouse” by Mondrain in Metropolitan Seminars in Art Portfolio 4: Abstraction, John Canaday, The Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1959. The various pieces of clutter are petrified wood that Daughter C
I have had it with this. I like my crappy old stuff. I have spent time and money collecting my crappy old stuff. Indeed, I take pride in my collection of crappy old stuff– and new stuff, too! If you have to move things around in order to accomplish a task in your home or
back in the Den and I heard a knock. I turned my head, and heard “Hey Mom,” But it was just the heater turning on, not Daughter C. I miss her.
There were a number of things Mr Big Food and I wanted to accomplish over the Christmas Break: Traveling 1700+ miles without a collision incident; Helping Miss M move; Hanging out with Grandson ‘Phen; passing Kat & Tony’s ship in the night; Not getting in the way of Daughter C and The J-Man’s Move as
Via Powerline’s “The Week in Pictures“ Here is a history of the book carousel / book wheel. A bit more.
We heat with LP. I checked the the two 500 gal., and the one 100 gal. tanks and called our LP gas provider yesterday to have them filled. Today, the two 500 gal. tanks were filled. I saw Bawldy drive his truck down to the end of the drive and try to back up onto
Back not by popular demand, but because I’m in the mood. If you look ^ there in the header and click, you will see Crappy Old Books of the Months was a (fairly) regular feature in 2015. Anywhere from a half- to a couple of dozen posts on or about a particular crappy old book
Whole sweet little crappy old book to read or borrow for free here. That infallible source tells me that Stanton, hailing from, and always living in Georgia, was sometimes called the James Whitcomb Riley of The South. Indeed, they were pals! Stanton was named poet laureate of Georgia– the first southern state to have a
[A delightful book, by the way. Filled with all sorts of crappy old poems and songs. Highly recommended to those interested in escaping 2019 for a few minutes.] I received a call from The J-Man last Monday. Did I know where the other sheep was? I, too, had noticed earlier that the small one was
The overall vision for Mississippi system is to create a statewide structure that fosters the cognitive, physical, and socio-emotional well-being of children 0-8 years old, preparesing children for school, engages families in their children’s learning, and cultivates the social integration of children. How does one not see that? Fosters. Prepares. Engages. Cultivates. $10,600,000. Thanks for
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,Who never to himself hath said: “This is my own, my native land!”Whose heart hath ne’er within him burn’d,As home his footsteps he hath turn’d From wandering on a foreign strand!If such there breathe, go, mark him well;For him no Minstrel raptures swell;High though his titles,
As I sit in front of the television on this New Years Day— a day filled with appetizers served at noon, two o’clock, four o’clock and more still to come— Daughter C and The J-Man are moving the contents of The Apartment into the U-Haul. Not everything, mind you! Like all good children, they are
Why is it raining? We do not need rain. We have had enough rain. I am tired of listening to the rain hit the tin roof. There is no good reason for it to be raining, again. Resolved: Stop complaining about the weather.
Be Strong Be strong! We are not here to play, to dream, to drift; We have hard work to do, and loads to lift; Shun not the struggle– face it; ’tis God’s gift. Be strong! Say not, “The days are evil. Who’s to blame?” And fold the hands and acquiesce– oh shame! Stand up, speak
TV antennas are making a comeback in the age of digital streaming When we had the new tin roof put on, the fellow asked if we wanted to remove the antennas. We said no. I once hooked one up to an old stereo receiver and it was awesome. I like technology just as much as