Feathers in My Gravy

Today a nice older gentleman walked into my office and gave me a package, a heavy bundle, and it was cold. Its currently tucked safely in my little refrigerator's freezer.

This next weekend, Lord willing, I shall fry a mess of nice South Georgia plantation Bobwhite Quail. We'll have grits and gravy and homemade biscuits too. Of this I'm sure - I shall make a pig of myself.

Three pounds of dressed quail and grits make a fine dinner. I don't even care if I get a stray feather in my gravy.

Ya'll come.

Stephen

Meet 'Em at the Front Door

Five guns to scare your daughter's (or granddaughter's) boyfriend.

'Nuff said.

Stephen