As I've said, I love to cook. It soothes my soul. Being a son of the south I do enjoy my pork, as a matter of fact I believe some chemist is missing the boat by not formulating a cologne or after-shave that smells like bacon.
Anyhow, I was just over at Deep South Dish picking over the pork recipes and decided on this,
Oh, baby, I'm hungry. For the recipe please click here.....http://www.deepsouthdish.com/search/label/Pork
While you are there cruise around the site. This nice lady can cook.
Stephen
Autumn

Thursday, July 14, 2011
Enola Gay
Just finished reading a great entry over at http://paratusfamilia.blogspot.com/, when you have a moment skip over and read it yourself.
I've been a fan Ms. Gay's blog since, well, forever. I'm one of those readers that has seldom left comments but I think I'll take my own advice and begin doing so.
She writes down to earth common sense articles and her advice in invaluable.
Sally forth and learn.
Stephen
I've been a fan Ms. Gay's blog since, well, forever. I'm one of those readers that has seldom left comments but I think I'll take my own advice and begin doing so.
She writes down to earth common sense articles and her advice in invaluable.
Sally forth and learn.
Stephen
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
New Flag
This is from my friend Hillbilly.
Go over please and say hello, he's a nice guy. http://gravyandbiscuits.blogspot.com/, thanks.
Stephen
Go over please and say hello, he's a nice guy. http://gravyandbiscuits.blogspot.com/, thanks.
Stephen
The Things We Hump
I don't clearly remember the circumstances but do recall it was late Fall when the light of day fades within a heartbeat. There were perhaps four or five of us standing around outside some big-box business and one of the ladies was bent over examining a plant. I remember her asking my wife what it was and Sweet Wife said she couldn't read the label in the dark.
Without so much as a second thought I reach and withdrew my Surefire and hit the button allowing my wife to the read the tag on the rosebush.
Then, "Where in the heck did that come from?" My wife, "Oh, Stephen carries all kinds of stuff, his pockets are full of junk."
Sadly, she was correct, I do carry a bunch of stuff. Many years ago a friend of mine asked why I always wear boots and dress just so and why in the world do I carry this or that. I replied that I wanted to be ready to help myself in case of any natural or man-made emergency. Sounds silly but it's the truth. I will not be caught with my pants down, so to speak.
A couple of days later this same man came into my shop and whipped out his newly purchased pocket knife. All proud and stuff.....and said he was following my lead. I smiled and said that's great, keep it up. As he was leaving he yelled back, "Hey, where can I find a folding saw?"
There are limits.
It isn't that big of a deal. As you are aware I do carry a handgun, with a spare magazine of ammo. I try and keep things simple. There is the Surefire flashlight, my knife, emergency cash along with my normal pocket money (change in a leather drawstring bag) bandanna, my notebook, and a few other odds and ends plus my Blackberry. It takes a while for me to change my pants.
Hey, you never know when that folding saw will come in handy....as Martha Stewart said, "It's a good thing."
Okay, let me hear from you....what do you hump? Oh, if I fail to mention the notebook pictured above, my niece will shoot me. She bought it for me in Paris a couple of years ago and I love it...thank you Hannah.
Without so much as a second thought I reach and withdrew my Surefire and hit the button allowing my wife to the read the tag on the rosebush.
Then, "Where in the heck did that come from?" My wife, "Oh, Stephen carries all kinds of stuff, his pockets are full of junk."
Sadly, she was correct, I do carry a bunch of stuff. Many years ago a friend of mine asked why I always wear boots and dress just so and why in the world do I carry this or that. I replied that I wanted to be ready to help myself in case of any natural or man-made emergency. Sounds silly but it's the truth. I will not be caught with my pants down, so to speak.
A couple of days later this same man came into my shop and whipped out his newly purchased pocket knife. All proud and stuff.....and said he was following my lead. I smiled and said that's great, keep it up. As he was leaving he yelled back, "Hey, where can I find a folding saw?"
There are limits.
It isn't that big of a deal. As you are aware I do carry a handgun, with a spare magazine of ammo. I try and keep things simple. There is the Surefire flashlight, my knife, emergency cash along with my normal pocket money (change in a leather drawstring bag) bandanna, my notebook, and a few other odds and ends plus my Blackberry. It takes a while for me to change my pants.
Hey, you never know when that folding saw will come in handy....as Martha Stewart said, "It's a good thing."
Okay, let me hear from you....what do you hump? Oh, if I fail to mention the notebook pictured above, my niece will shoot me. She bought it for me in Paris a couple of years ago and I love it...thank you Hannah.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Gun Culture
If your are a member of the gun culture, here are a couple of movies I believe you'll enjoy. They get it right when it comes to weapons handling and terminology. And, their pretty good movies too.
I'd hate to pick my favorite between these two movies....picture me leaning towards 'Way of the Gun,' and yet....Ronin is hard to beat.
Stephen
I'd hate to pick my favorite between these two movies....picture me leaning towards 'Way of the Gun,' and yet....Ronin is hard to beat.
Stephen
Tuesday Morning Ramblings
I'm tired, whipped, wore out, and just plain weary. It's been a hard weekend for me. My weekends consist of Sunday and Monday since, as you know, I own a small business and have worked Saturdays for close to thirty years. If you have wondered why I seldom if ever post on Sunday and Monday, now you know.
Since Sweet Wife and I were married we have only had one day per week together, Sunday. So I devote that day to my family, Mondays I take care of yard work and other odd jobs around the house. All this to let you know it's awful hard for me to spend time on the computer for those two days. Sorry.
This weekend, along with my chores, I've had to spend many hours in an attempt to keep my wife's spirits up. We recently learned her mother, a nice southern lady of eight one, has a mass located behind her left eye within her brain. My mother in law will have surgery here at the Mayo Clinic this week. We'll know more later this week. As you can well imagine Sweet Wife is beyond herself with grief. It's been a long weekend.
On a good note I picked figs yesterday. Really, I did. You ask, so what. Well, allow me to explain. I have this most beautiful fig tree in my backyard. Its huge, I mean big. At least twenty five feet tall, its branches fan out in a graceful sweep of at least fourteen feet. Its loaded with figs. For the last eight years I have only been able to harvest one or two a season.
My home is located on the river, a large river and next door is a city park/wildlife preserve. Raccoons own our neighborhood. Between them and the birds and the squirrels I'm lucky to get those one or two ripe figs a year. Imagine my surprise yesterday while mowing the lawn I glanced up and noticed ripe figs. Out came the ladder and I picked, all the while fighting off four little Carolina Wrens, little boogers buzzing my head in defense of their fruit. My harvest was a nice bowl of fifty to sixty ripe sweet figs. Victory at last.
I'm sure last night the coons cussed me.
End of ramblings. If you believe in prayer I would certainly appreciate your prayers for my mother in law. I truthfully believe she will need them. Thank you.
Stephen
Since Sweet Wife and I were married we have only had one day per week together, Sunday. So I devote that day to my family, Mondays I take care of yard work and other odd jobs around the house. All this to let you know it's awful hard for me to spend time on the computer for those two days. Sorry.
This weekend, along with my chores, I've had to spend many hours in an attempt to keep my wife's spirits up. We recently learned her mother, a nice southern lady of eight one, has a mass located behind her left eye within her brain. My mother in law will have surgery here at the Mayo Clinic this week. We'll know more later this week. As you can well imagine Sweet Wife is beyond herself with grief. It's been a long weekend.
On a good note I picked figs yesterday. Really, I did. You ask, so what. Well, allow me to explain. I have this most beautiful fig tree in my backyard. Its huge, I mean big. At least twenty five feet tall, its branches fan out in a graceful sweep of at least fourteen feet. Its loaded with figs. For the last eight years I have only been able to harvest one or two a season.
My home is located on the river, a large river and next door is a city park/wildlife preserve. Raccoons own our neighborhood. Between them and the birds and the squirrels I'm lucky to get those one or two ripe figs a year. Imagine my surprise yesterday while mowing the lawn I glanced up and noticed ripe figs. Out came the ladder and I picked, all the while fighting off four little Carolina Wrens, little boogers buzzing my head in defense of their fruit. My harvest was a nice bowl of fifty to sixty ripe sweet figs. Victory at last.
I'm sure last night the coons cussed me.
End of ramblings. If you believe in prayer I would certainly appreciate your prayers for my mother in law. I truthfully believe she will need them. Thank you.
Stephen
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Warning
Don't say I didn't warn you. Go forth and read.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2011-07-08-obama-gun-control-safety-giffords_n.htm
Gun control in the guise of safety.
http://www.usatoday.com/news/washington/2011-07-08-obama-gun-control-safety-giffords_n.htm
Gun control in the guise of safety.
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