Several of you expressed interest in my remarks about drawing with a felt-tip pen versus drawing with a pen point dipped in ink. More specifically, a lot of you wanted to see what I meant. This made me think further on the matter, and I will share some of those thoughts next week. Today, unfortunately, there isn’t time to do justice. So, I am posting two cartoons, one from 2010 and one from earlier this year. The first cartoon, the former, was drawn with a not-inexpensive high quality felt pen. The other was drawn old-school. The difference is subtle, but there is a difference. Look over them, if you’re interested, and we’ll talk about it next week.
247 responses to “Draggin’ th’ Line”
Ate some. It is very tart. Not sure what artificial.sweetener I was using but probably Splenda. If I.were to do another I’d add a portion of sugar to artificial. And stir some of biscuit mix into filling so they’d cook like dumplings.
Considering when I picked those blackberries and froze them, the cobbler isn’t bad.
Having pork roast, baked potato with salsa, fresh green beans for dinner. Probably side salad.
I don’t eat nearly as much fruit as I probably should, but I can easily make an exception when it’s in a cobbler.
Tonight, it looks like a jumbo box of Crayola© crayons threw up on the Deep South…more colors.
State, county, and local police frequencies are a litany of reports of traffic accidents due to iced-over roads. Admittedly, we Southerners don’t do well driving on ice. In our defense, we seldom see more of it at one time than is required to fill up a highball glass or an ice cream freezer.
Ghost, another good way is to use the fruit with a meal, like sautéed apples with pork or chicken, or apples and sweet potatoes. I often cook bananas which pair well with Cuban or Caribbean foods, black beans. There is a mean oriental stir fry that uses honeydew or melons, grilled pineapple another favorite with pork, chicken, fruit salsa using peaches, pineapple along with peppers, cilantro, etc.
I rarely eat plain fruit but I throw fruit into my green salads, like berries, melons, Pina. Throw fruit into breakfast, cereals, crepes, French toast.
Just have to convince myself I am worth cooking for. LOL
Ghost’s Über-Simple Fruit Cobbler
Cover bottom of medium casserole dish with fruit of your choice, fresh or canned
Cover fruit with juice (adding water as necessary to just cover)
Pour mixture of 1 cup each of sugar, SR flour, and milk evenly into fruit
Top with pats of butter from one stick
Bake in 350 degree oven until batter rises to top and browns
I most often use two cans of blackberries.
I poured off extra juice. I wonder if your method could be made with artifical sweetener? I don’t see why not.
Will it work on fresh unsweetened fruit or must you add some sort of sweetener? I have never used canned fruit, always fresh and sometimes frozen.
You can add sweetener to the fruit, depending on what kind it is and how tart you wish the cobbler to be. With canned blackberries, I usually sweeten slightly, to taste. I’m sure you can make the batter with a.s. instead of sugar. Just not a cup if it. 🙂
And of course, margarine in place of butter. My recipe, with sugar and butter, is when I make it for a friend who is underweight due to medical problems, and actually needs the calories.
Busy day is always a good thing. But attitude took a nose dive until I stopped listening to the play by play from Florida today. Luckily, I had nearly two days of The Village to catch up on, among other mood lifting distractions. Thanks everyone.
This page is best reviewed on a recently fed stomach.
Old Bear, I know I’m going back a bit, but I had noted your truck’s name. At least Ishmael survived to tell the tale, far outlasting his unfortunate compatriots.
It seems as though year-round freshness of global sourced goods, and concerns over processed meats, has meant I’ve not enjoyed a good sausage in a while. Used to be these were still traditional in the winter season, but I’ve lost my seasonal sensibilities. I have tried to get better about that in my closer-to-local fruits and vegetables. But encased/cured meats have slipped my mind. Think I’ll go about fixing that. Only as a splurge, of course.
Jackie, a licensed PEZ® dispenser would be fun, I’d grab Ludwig in a heartbeat. I’m not a collector like Jerry Seinfeld. But I’ll purchase any funny new PEZ that takes my fancy, maybe twice a year. I’ll keep it stocked on my desk for a time, until the candy loses my interest. Then it gets lost. Some months later, I’ll see a new one and feel six-years old again. Just pulled open a drawer to check and found The Hulk looking up at me. Candy is gone though.
Charlotte good to read you. Hope to see Domaucan1 soon.
Rachel Ward had an…. interesting way of treating Steve Martin’s gunshot wounds in Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid. Hadn’t thought of that movie in years. Sprang right to mind, reviewing last nights posts.
Jimmy, I can see the felt-tip v. nib/brush difference easy enough but lack experience to describe why. Is the felt-tip round, yielding a constant line width (and flat look), where natural pressure changes the old-school tools?(for a textured look)
I have a similar reaction when I see another artist switch between electronic art tools on a tablet produced comic. Suddenly the line widths on the edge of faces become bolder than face details. But mine is a curiosity more than a critique. I trust you to choose your favored weapon for whatever needs you have.
Been with you since Gene was in grade-school and Janis fought her dust bunny Pooka. Have enjoyed the ride.
No! Hal is doing this! He also said lichen rag. That was shot lawmen.
I was in a very good mood this morning, listening to rock music, dancing around kitchen and exercising until someone sent me the shooting via Facebook because I refuse to watch news.
Then my day was ruined.
Lucky friend but not lucky to be ill, Ghost.
Have tomorrow’s dinner planned, pan sautéed fish filets with lemon caper sauce that includes butter, wine, garlic, shallots. First recipe I found was for two sticks of butter melted. Ha! Ha! Found another recipe.
Quinoa and fresh asparagus.
That was the tartest cobbler I have ever eaten.
And then of course there is Kathy Bates nursing the author played by James Caan? I confess I never saw Misery, I think I gave up Stephen King early in his career. But this still ranks as the worst playing nurse routine in movie history probably.
The ones I laughed at were the ranch wives, school teachers, dance hall girls who pulled all the shot lawmen from bleeding to death by ripping up their petticoats.and typing up their wounds, wiping their sweat with a kitchen rag, all with no medicine or antibiotics.
I saw this story a few days ago thanks to a cousin in Georgia. It’s an amusing situation but the deputy who wrote the official statement on Facebook made it really funny. (It’s at the bottom of the article.) For those of you who indulge in said website, his advice regarding the approaching snow is a hoot!
http://www.cbsnews.com/news/rogue-llama-prompts-comical-response-from-local-georgia-sheriffs-office/
And how many times have I said, “Why is there never a llama expert around when you need one.”
Jackie, I believe I once mentioned the inaccuracy of “Western movies” that showed the hero getting shot in the shoulder, which produced only a slight grimace and a small spot of blood on his shirt. I won’t go into graphic details, but let’s just say in the real world that would produce something considerably more bloody and much more debilitating.
Of course, if I should ever suffer a GSW, any nearby female is more than welcome to tear up her lingerie in an effort to help me. It would help my mood, if not my body. For that, I have a “blow out kit”. Two actually, one in my vehicle and one in my range bag. One never knows when a tourniquet, a compression bandage, a blood clotting sponge, or a chest seal bandage might come in handy. Hopefully, less for me than someone else.
This afternoon, before the bread-milk-and-TP hoards descended on my local market, I gathered the necessary ingredients I didn’t already have in the pantry for Lawdog Stew. Assuming I have power in the ayem, I’ll bung the meat, taters, and other makings into ye olde slowe cooker and hopefully have some stewy goodness ready for my evening meal. I’ll let you know how it comes out.
Temperatures are well below freezing and headed toward the teens, so it appears that in the morning I’ll need that spray de-icer I still can’t explain why I ordered weeks ago.
So GR6, did ethereal powers allow you to unwittingly get what you needed before you needed it? Or are you the one that brought down the freeze with your jinx?
Are you the horse, or the cart?
I always claim the former. Everyone else says it’s my fault.
Here’s the Oconee County sheriff’s comment on groceries from earlier today:
“The panic continues. Publix is out of fresh fruit and vegetables. First off, my FOOD eats fresh fruit and vegetables. Second off, you won’t get scurvy over the weekend. Third, every family should have a three day supply of bacon for just such emergencies. Y’all need to plan ahead.”
And before that he said,
“The question of the day so far has been “Sheriff, when is the right time to panic over the coming snow storm”? The answer to the question is “Now is the time to panic”!
Now that we got that out of the way, I know the metro Atlanta weather gurus have to provide weather information for the metro area. Here in the OCSO Storm Center we concentrate only on Oconee County. Here is what we know now:
You are good to go today. Despite what you see other people doing, we are fine until late tonight or early tomorrow. Then it will start snowing. The temperature will drop below freezing and the roads will be slick. Then it will warm up. At dark tomorrow ALL the water on the roads is going to freeze again since it will be about 19 degrees.
When it does snow, we can expect it to snow hard and get those big fluffy flakes that the kids love to catch on their tongues. We hope that all you people who bought new 4 WD vehicles stay home so you don’t fill the ditches with your new trucks. We ain’t working the crash either. We will give you a self reporting form and you are on your own. If your insurance company doesn’t like that, too bad for you. Don’t drive after the roads become covered with snow and ice and you will be fine.
Saturday night and Sunday are likely to be sporty too. Make sure Momma has what she needs to make it a day or three. Enjoy the winter weather and don’t do anything stupid.
Will school be open Monday? Watch this page and we will keep you in the loop. We will tell you as soon as we know.
Now, go panic and buy groceries and curse the ever darkening sky cause you are gonna trapped in the house with screaming children all weekend.”
I like this guy!
Ghost darling, please tell me you are not carrying that around for self rescue, which I figure you are or why would you?
Assuming you shot someone one would also assume you would not care if he survived but perhaps he might be needed alive to give evidence? Assuming you have reason to need to shoot someone.
OK that isn’t funny, that’s serious. Like when Mike bought me that enormous Cadillac that had belonged to the coroner and it came with a large supply of body bags in trunk. No one took them out. A sobering discovery.
Ruth Anne that is the funniest emergency report I have ever heard!
I have a male friend in Pensacola who does great funemployment things. Every time he has reason or not he bakes an Emergency Blueberry Pie. The emergency pies were his response a few years back to a similar weather event. He just likes pies.
First big ice storm we were in here I overheard an elderly lady picking up her special order. Because she said she’d not had enough she asked manager to order a case so she’d be prepared.
Beans! Pinto beans! A case of dried beans! We were still without electrical power in half our area and she was cooking beans?
R.A., if I didn’t know that Lawdog claims to hang out around Bugscuffle TX, I’d swear that was him reporting from GA.
Jackie, a well-run shooting range is one of the safer places one can be, but accidents do occur, and a means to stop exsanguination until professional help arrives can literally be a lifesaver. Also, I know of a case from a number of years ago where two city police officers answered a call in a quiet neighborhood and were ambushed by a young man with a rifle and wearing body armor. Both officers were wearing their vests but were hit in the legs and bled out before EMS could arrive. An off-duty officer from a neighboring city happen to be visiting across the street and took down the shooter with a head shot from his service pistol but, for lack of readily-available tourniquets, both officers died.
The same situation could exist if one comes across someone injured in a traffic or other accident. Even you don’t feel able or qualified to use a tourniquet or bandages on someone else, having ones you can hand off to someone with training could again be a lifesaver. And yes, if you are, God forbid, ever forced to use deadly force to protect yourself or others, it would be a lot harder for an overzealous prosecutor to make a case you had shot someone in cold blood if, once the threat is ended, you give life-saving treatment to the other party.
The Ghost sat exhausted at his desk, his salted black beard looking a touch grader each day. His backup emergency crew drooped in chairs or perched partly on his desk top. It had been.a hard week so far.
“Ladies,” He whispered, “this is a serious matter. Please tell me you know where our charge is? We can only stall the press for so long before we have to admit the truth.” He tapped the wooden.top of his desk rhythmically in a message recognizable as Morse code.
“Where is Miss Mississippi?”
Candy Land sighed while twisting her Auburn hair around her trigger finger. It wasn’t often The Ghost looked this tried.
“Ghost, honey, I really didn’t mean to lose her. This one is a slippery one. You turn your back on her and she’s wandered off with some Alabama quarterback instead of signing autographs at the Piggy Wiggly.”
The Ghost shook his head, his eyes glistening, the brilliant black eyes lined with fatigue. “We have been the designated bodyguards and chaperones for every Miss Mississippi since 1985. We have protected and served some of the South”s most pneumatic and prodigiouslyrics endowed and enhanced womanly women.”
He paused for a moment to open a freshly and perfectly chilled glass bottled Diet Coke.from the silver ice.filled bucket atop his desk. Carolyn he popted off the cap with his specialized Spydeco church key, placing it back carefully in his boot top, ready for the next crisis. He watched the rivulets running down the sides, reflecting his career was going down the river as fast beads of water.
Danged computer. I am on phone, not keyboard and this isn’t reworked.