Easy to Be Hard Mama Told Me Not To Come Celebrate! Liar! There was no baseball last night, so I read Mr. Big Food the list of albums I’ve cleaned and are ready to play. He skipped past The Who, Kinky, The Stones, Jerry Jeff, wondered who owned James Taylor (Sweet Caroline, I was young
As I mentioned, Mr. Big Food is a Hip Crip— confined to the Den with only his work ethic, baseball, and the occasional rant about Joe Moorhead to entertain himself. Until… . Back in a corner of the Bunkhouse there are two boxes of record albums that for all intents and purposes have not been
Good Morning Readers— assuming there are any left after my extended absence. Allow me to bring you up to speed about what’s happening here in my little corner of the planet. A little over a week ago Mr. Big Food tripped, fell, and— as we eventually learned a few days after the fall—fractured his Ischial
Most fools think they are only ignorant. Benjamin Franklin, 1748 He that makes an Ass of himself must not take it ill if Men ride him. Thomas Fuller, 1732 None is a fool always, everyone sometimes. George Herbert, 1640 Anybody who feels at ease in the world today is a fool. Robert Hitchens, 1959 Heh.
Unless there’s something watch-worthy about the weather— which there most definitely is not today same as yesterday and tomorrow, hot— my first stop of the day is lileks.com, the bleat. James Lileks’ father died not long ago and we, his readers, have been sorting through what’s in the house.
The Food Truck was a big hit. Everyone except graduate students and post-docs chipped in $10. There was complete agreement that the food available at the Food Truck was far superior to the awful $22 boxed lunches provided by the hotel the day before. All things considered, Mr. Big Food and I were out 10
As you may have guessed, we did a spot of traveling, which cut into blogging time, over the weekend. Yesterday, I had “no service” on my phone and concomitantly, no internet service. Gee. Wonder if the two could be related? Look forward to a rant on tech support in the near future just as soon
Spent the weekend with some smart and fun people. FYI. Everyone agreed that it’s hot. Also. Fed 30 people for under $200 because I know how to do that. More on this to come.
Via Powerline’s The Week in Pictures
Mr. Big Food has arranged a very cool two-day workshop at a beach location. Unfortunately, the beach hotel charges an exorbitant amount of money for boxed lunches. So he did some thinking– which he’s really good at– came up with a plan, consulted with me and the other work shoppers, and we’re going to set
Anyway, I found the file. It reminded me that I have a vast collection of . . . of stuff, and while it’s not unique – I got it from somewhere, after all – the connections between the bits of stuff is unique. That’s what the Decades Project is all about. A Unified Field Theory
You can’t do anything in California. From a trip a few years ago. I’m sure it’s gotten better by now.
Good morning! Hope this finds you well.
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
It’s Friday night and the salads for the first Tailgate are chilling, the tea is made, the coolers are clean, and the corned beef and brisket are sliced– thanks to Kat– and so what else I’m I going to do? If you are among the randomly chosen readers who are seeing new content here, bless
Posts are not posting. Fortunately, Kat is at the Farm! If you see this at 10pm Central, let me know.
That was back in the days when we did one (1) tailgate a year. For those, all we did was one main dish. It was a lot easier to get onto campus on Game Days back then and folks brought sides. That was then and this is now. Mr. Big Food has a nice relationship
A thought I want to get down on paper. My father was born in 1929. He was the third of seven children, and the first male. He worked hard his whole life to succeed. I remember when he bought his first Cadillac, and then the little Cadillac for my mom. Success! In the town where
Long time readers may be wondering why I haven’t been talking about the Mississippi State A&S tailgates yet. New readers may be wondering what I’m taking about. For the past three years, Mr. Big Food and I have not only cooked for the 120 or more who attend the Arts & Sciences tailgate, we were
Sunday Evening Art Gallery — Matt Molloy Claudia has posted some of Molloy’s amazing photos. Give them a look.