OK, this one is a bit out of sequence. It first ran in 2003, immediately following the strip I showed you two posts back. I like this particular strip, however, and I’m returning to it regardless. The original of this A&J hangs in the home of a friend, who experienced his own share of hallucinations back in the day. It hangs in his bathroom, actually. I have noticed that often is where my originals end up.
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Did you look at photos of what I ate instead of the oysters? They were on menu but out. I love oysters so long as cooked. Casimentos on Magazine is my personal favorite place.
Out looking for Paw Patrol toys for Jack my grandson. I have been invited to go spend Christmas in Quincy with Jack, a precocious tiny Muppet who is four going on forty. He is a whiz at constructing complex creations from Legos and even more complex railroad lines with the trains grandmother has bought over years.
Wish I had someone to ride along by way of St. Louis, a town I love with great restaurants and the most beautiful cathedral in America to attend services in with pipe organ and cantors. Jack lives in a three story home on historical registry and an entire sitting room full of Legos to build with.
“…loud splody noises…”
I like that one, Ghost. The Detroit Symphony Orchestra performs annually at an outdoor venue on July 4th; the concert ends with fireworks. I have fond memories of the year a man yelled during the pyrotechnics “More loud ones!yed
Hi, Jerry!
Oops! Don’t know where that “yed” came from on my last post!
“Fire cracker stands” will be open from now through New Year’s Day and then disappear until the week before Independence Day. All the municipalities in the county ban their use, which slows but doesn’t stop it. They’re legal to sell and use in the county itself, although the Sheriff’s Department might have had something to say about that had the “burn ban” in effect for our drought conditions not been lifted last weekend.
Some years ago, one of my all-female staff, a young single mom, had a stand she operated in the evenings after work. She said it was not hard work and there was a decent profit margin, at least at that time. Some of the present day “stands” are actually large tents, so that may still be the case.
I don’t mind the fireworks, but I’m not crazy about the doofi in both cities and county that use their shootin’ irons as celebratory noisemakers and are apparently not aware that what goes up must come down.
“Gravity…it’s not just a good idea, it’s the Law!”
Jackie, your meal did look tasty. I enjoy gazpacho but have never had a green version of it. The Johnny cakes, like those made by my mom’s mom, reminded me of another of Nanny’s dishes…Hoppin’ John.
The green version was better than red I think. First time I had it. Had a watermelon gazpacho a few years ago on cruise. I make red or yellow depending on tomato colors.
I am wiped out from shopping for Paw Patrol toys, based on Nicklelodeon TV shows. A huge licensed character factory to produce expensive spinoff toys.
Two years ago it was Chuggington ChooChoos which I bought every single train, track and village props. Then Thomas the Train and Aquanauts. He is madly into complex Lego construction, like a mad scientist.
He is an only child and very smart. His gene pool was loaded for short, Petite and brains. He is a most fortunate child.
Quincy, IL is a charming smallish town with four upscale groceries, lots of historic homes and buildings and some good places to eat. I have always enjoyed going there. Except Dickens keeps searching for my mom and Mike, who he expects to find upstairs. He breaks my heart.
Snowblower won’t start. š Shovels it is, then. Sigh.
Li’l Smigz, what is this “snowblower” thing of which you speak?
OK, you can tease me during hurricane season. š
Shovel snow, eat pasties. Repeat as necessary. Put reminder on calendar to tease Ghost during hurricane season.
Going to see Scrooge in A Christmas Carol this afternoon. Eating brunch of corn chowder and mushroom, spinach, bacon and brie.
Except for noisy large parties celebrating happily it is nice.
Good morning to all and to all a good night.
Bake sale at BUMC* today, ergo generous lowfat Jarlsberg cheese [a Swiss type domestic], grilled on somebody’s ‘Pilgrim’ bread for lunch, plus a score of red seedless grapes.
Have not read the article below yet, so this time honestly [= not tongue in cheek this time], posted w/o comment.
http://nymag.com/scienceofus/2016/12/when-excons-change-their-vocabulary-they-stay-out-of-jail.html
*Also, ~ thousands of churches nationwide, annual Christmas program. Well done.
Peace,
emb, I’d like to see a similar study done for those diagnosed with mental illnesses. At our state hospital seeing any positive change in a resident’s behavior is something to celebrate.
Stuck in Tulsa downtown as a toys for children biker run goes through. Missing my stage production as thousands zoom past. 45 minutes of them so far
We usually have at least one spell of -30F weather every winter. It has been as low as -40F (or lower) a few times in the past couple of decades. Those are quite below the average. It is nice to have the option of working from home when it happens.
Smigz, I feel for you with the dead snowblower. I haven’t tried to fire up mine yet. I need to do that before the first, heavy snow fall. My kids are outside right now assembling a shed to house the snowblower. I have lost count of the number of covers I have lost over the years.
Just caught a few minutes, on television, of Steve Maher and friends having fun on some Utah mountains. Very pretty when you don’t have to shovel it.
Turns out Tulsa has a professional acting group that puts on excellent theatrical performances. It is over 40 years old, the only one in Oklahoma.
A Christmas Carol was excellent, great sets and costumes. Acting and voices were amazing. Same actor has played Scrooge for 28 years I believe.
The things I have learned about Tulsa are wonderful and surprising. It would have been better if I had known all this many years ago, of course.
Smigz, Smigz,
Eating pasties. Would think them both tasteless and rather difficult to chew, not to mention all the ladies left without cover for their nipples.
Sand that is what the miners ate, meat pies like the ones in Louisiana that are meat versions of fried pies. They make them in Michigan where they were Welch men who mined. Have onions and potatoes in them.
Looking at online catalog for large breasted women, they had one truth in naming called watermelon.
Honi soit qui mal y pense.
Pasties, pron. ‘paahssties’ = meat + veggies + potatoes , seasoned, in a turnover, made by Welsh womenfolk for their miner husbands’ lunches. They can be good or less so. Best wife and I ever had were made by a student who lived w/ us for a year, ’85-’86, and was staying in Walker where she had a summer job, I believe with MDNR, in a spidery hovel with a slanting floor. Good cook, and we and later I have learned several times since. Lives in Mpls. now.
Peace,
Jackie posted while I was writing.
Hmm, same spelling, different pronunciation and meaning.
‘AS we and later I have learned . . ..’ Sheesh!
And I meant to say Minnesota too. They are sometimes called hand pies. As a tourist I have eaten some godawful ones and also some delectable ones. The best were like really meaty pot pies but all in one folded over pie shell
I have made these myself in past, they are the famous meat pies from Natchitoches, LA, the ones in the movie Steel Magnolias with Dolly Parton, Sally Fields, Julia Robert’s, Shirley McClain. They were selling them at Christmas festival.
The best I ever made were shredded pot roast, chopped onions, minced potatoes and a ton of fresh mushrooms. The pie dough started with a stick of butter.
I have a dozen large rectangular baskets of Oklahoma grown apples to make big Christmas bows to tie on handles. I have delivered four this week, these twelve go to another dozen small businesses and services who take care of me and my pets.
In past I baked a lot. This year I am taking mixes, icing, cupcake papers, Christmas sprinkles, decors and cookie cutters, rolling pins, baking sheets, cooling racks. Jack my grandson likes to bake.