Yes, my friends, SPAM has reared it’s ugly head, yet again.
Not the unwanted and unwarranted comments by advertisers and weirdos…
I just need to check the SPAM file more often!
I had to run an errand (make certain I’d enough funds in the bank to pay my auto insurance! Thanks again for your kind assistance T&K!)
While I was running about I decided to drive-through Dutch Bros. Coffee. (I do also visit that other coffee place, but, Dutch Bros. has openly supported firearms rights of their employees!) There is one just up the block from home.
And I got my usual – a medium Cafe’ Americano (coffee), unsweetened, with extra cream – iced. And, as I had never tried one, a Grandma Ruthie’s Chocolate Chip Muffin Top! (For those who have never tried one, a muffin top is pretty much as described, a large, soft cookie, resembling the top torn off a muffin! YUMMY! (Mrs. Field’s used to also sell her version – delicious!)
I returned home, and leisurely drank my coffee and wolfed-down said muffin top.
Then I read the package labeling.
Although our location has changed, the original recipes and handmade process has always remained the same. We refuse to skimp on the ingredients and will always stay committed to use only the highest premium quality available.
Then, the ingredients (in the fine print)…
Yep, just like Grandma used to make – If she had been a Monsanto chemist!
Now, don’t get me wrong. It tasted wonderful! And, I’d no allusions that it had been made a dozen-at-a-time in some old lady’s kitchen…
But, the advertising was a little sketchy.
And yes, I will probably purchase another in the future.
FTC – I bought everything mentioned. Go Away!
Neither J nor I cook very much.
It’s not that we are lazy. J. is asthmatic and has back issues (being a stylist for 35 years undoubtedly has something to do with it! All that standing and chemicals.) I have my own disabilities. Standing is not something I do well, certainly, it is never pain free.
But, sometimes we are able to cobble something together.
I had just returned from buying groceries. After putting them away, I decided to fry up all the thick-sliced, hickory-smoked bacon. Why? BACON!
Judy came downstairs and asked I vacate the kitchen so she could work. She had me buy a large round loaf of Hawaiian bread at the store. We had eggs. Bacon. Butter. Half-and-half.
It was time for FRENCH TOAST!!
Here is my plate, shortly before I devoured it. Real maple syrup, and all…
Take THAT, Brigid! :-)
Most of us on the gunnie blogosphere are familiar with Frank James.
Excerpted from his obituary:
Frank published thousands of articles over seven countries during his career as a writer. He published five books and was awarded the Anschutz Outstanding Writer of The Year Award in 1994. He was an expert outdoorsman with a passion for adventure and travel. He also owned and operated farms in the White County area for over 45 years. Frank created the White County Shooting Sports 4H Program and hosted Davidson’s Gallery of Guns on the Sportsman Channel as well as appearing on Gun Stories that airs on The Outdoor Channel.
He was an active shooting competitor, having shot in The Masters International Tournaments and USPSA (IPSC) competitions. He and his wife were longtime members of Palestine Christian Church and he also served on the Wolcott Library Board for several years.
But, most of all, Frank wanted to be remembered as a farmer.
Because he helped feed people.
R.I.P. Frank. Most of us in the gunblogging world aspire to be like you, personally and professionally.
You will be missed.
h/t Tamara, (I’m sorry for your loss.)
Being diabetic, alcohol is probably something I shouldn’t consume in quantity. Besides, I made up for it during my college years! :-P
And somewhat after…
Regardless, occasionally I still enjoy a good beer. By choice, I significantly cut back on the quantity I was imbibing as of 1 January, and have lost a significant amount of weight.
I’m not a fan of IPAs. India Pale Ales. They are just too hoppy for me. In my youth, I was a Budweiser man, escalating to Michelob for special occasions. And light beer never appealed to me. And heavy porters and such just aren’t for me. Not Guiness, either (sorry Brigid!) With the advent of micro-breweries, there have developed many more choices, however.
Lately, I’ve been enjoying Blue Moon, which is a Belgian Wheat Ale with orange undertone. Good restaurants serve it with an orange slice. Quite refreshing in the hot Summer months. I used to enjoy Lumberyard Raspberry Ale – but sadly the microbrewery in Flagstaff stopped production of this nectar. A couple of dear friends have gifted me with Lindeman’s Framboise Lambic, a low alcohol content from Belgium which can only be described as tasting like raspberry champagne! And, it’s corked! They have also given us Sonora White Chocolate Ale, which is yummy in combination with the Lambic, or all by itself. Sadly, I don’t drink these as often, because I view them as for special occasions. And I only have so many. :-)
Once of my loyal blog readers is Dave, of Musings Over A Pint. If you like thoughtful discourse, and discussion regarding beer, and firearms (separately, of course!) Dave’s your guy.
Give him a visit!
“Beer is proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy.” – Benjamin Franklin
(Sadly, this is a misquote. What Dr. Franklin actually said was, “Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.”)
But wine is for another post.
Cheers! Or as Gramp always said, “Prosit” – loosely translated “May this beverage bring you health!”
I have met many fine folks whilst posting this blog.
Fortunately, prior to posting this blog, I have also met many fine folks!
TOMI THE ART HISTORIAN is one of them!
She and I met working side-by-side @ TMCCC, while she was in school. Now, she is teaching at the school!
AND, she began her blog yesterday!
She has oft commented here. And more importantly, she and her husband have been terrific friends.
PLEASE go and make her welcome. (at the link)
So, it’s another Father’s Day.
This is my twentieth without Molly around.
My own father lost a son (my twin brother – name unknown to me), and a daughter, through a previous divorce. He was not around to suffer the loss of Molly. If he had been, I could have asked him how he dealt with such ephemeral matters.
I guess I know, at least in part, how he dealt – he drank and he overate.
Traits familiar to me.
Fortunately, I’m not an alcoholic and am dealing with my food issues.
If only I knew how to deal with the issue of loss.
Guess I am, in reality. I’m still here. And I have the love of my friends and family.
And that, my friends, is everything.
Go and hug your children and tell them you love them! Because you never know.
My good friend Old NFO recently posted about playing board games (as opposed to playing electronic, I suppose?)
Of mention was the at one time ubiquitous Trivial Pursuit™.
And this tweaked a memory of mine.
(BTW – I’m not a big game player. Was never that skilled at chess, and sports are a loss for me, most of you regular readers know. Perhaps I’ve just not found the right game…?)
Sometime back in the 80s, Trivial Pursuit appeared on the scene. Being married at the time, the wife commanded we join with other couples to socialize. And play games. Sigh.
And Trivial Pursuit was the name of the game. (Better than Uno, that’s for certain!)
(I’ve made this statement before) My mind is a veritable cornucopia of useless crap! Translation – I know a lot of trivia!)
If memory serves me, we played twice, and we won twice! Then the other couples stopped playing with us for some reason(?) :-)
My Achilles heel was always the sports questions, unless there was some kind of historical import – then I knew it.
Fast-forward to working at TMCCC. Once of my coworkers for a while was a hipster. Calf length pant-shorts (somehow allowed in the dress code), tattoos on arms and legs. Visible piercings and ear gauges.
And a nice enough guy. Just not the sharpest spoon in the drawer. I think he was high during most of high school.
During some forgettable 4 month period, management created ‘games’ for us to play in our ‘teams’. To create cohesiveness amongst us. Even though we still we pitted against each other in the real world!
And one of these games was a daily trivia question from – you guessed it, someone’s defunct Trivial Pursuit set.
And I got a sports question:
Whom (I think it said who) did the Boston Red Sox (jokingly) offer to trade for Mickey Mantle in the 1950’s?
Of course, this was also historical, so I knew the answer – Ted Williams!
And tattoo boy was beside himself! HOW could you possibly know such a thing? You’re not a sports guy!
I don’t remember what menial award I received for getting the answer correct. Befuddling the hipster was the best reward.
BOREPATCH, blogger extraordinaire, posted his last post on June 11.
Almost SEVEN YEARS after his first!
He says he wants to hit the road on his new bike.
Can’t blame him, after all this time.
Vaya Con Queso, my friend!
Hope to catch that beer with you one day.
I was able to communicate with one of the many Bobs in my life last night. (Long-time readers know I’ve many friends named Bob and Dave. One childhood friend was even named Robert Davidson!)
The dear friend with whom I was a private investigator, and later worked together in a firearms emporium.
The one who lost the lower 12″ of his left leg due to diabetic complications. And almost lost his life.
Fortunately, things are going well as can be for him.
He’s been using a prosthesis now for about six weeks! He still has need of a wheelchair or a walker for some life activities.
The most important thing is he is active, continuing to test his limits, and has a terrific attitude.
One daughter is preparing to graduate from a local university; the other from Northwestern.
He is most proud.
I’m proud of him for his ongoing attitude. I’ve my own health issues – And he continues to show me that attitude is everything.
Thank you, Robert!