Autumn

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Friday, February 14, 2014

For All the Girls in My Life

May you each receive diamonds, chocolate, roses of red, and a fine dinner. Most of all, I wish you an evening of peace and love, a warm fireside fur rug, and the joy of blissful sleep in the arms of the man of your dreams.

(Private moment here.)

Sweet Wife, my dear, I'll see you this evening. I love you.

Stephen


Thursday, February 13, 2014

Welsh Rabbit

My monthly copy of Shooting Times arrived today. I slipped it from the mailbox, and as I walked the drive back to the house, I absently flipped to the last page to Bart Skelton's column. Bart, for those of you not a fully paid member of the gun culture, is the son of Skeeter.

Anyway, the theme of Bart's article is his recipe for Welsh rabbit. I haven't eaten Welsh rabbit since Moses was a child. I made notes.

The authors recipe is different in that he uses green chiles and wild mushrooms. I'd substitute any mushroom within reach because I'm not sure about you but wild mushrooms are kinda hard to find in my neck of the woods.

Take a walk in the fresh snow tomorrow and find those rabbit tracks and knock a few in the head with your favorite small game rifle and bring 'em home and whip out a fine dinner. This recipe should work well with quail, too. I'll hunt the wild aisles of the Publix supermarket.

For the adventurous here's Mr. Skelton's Welsh Rabbit.

1-2 Cottontails, I'd recommend you first skin them.
Or, 4-6 Quail, breasts and legs.

2 cups of flour.
Oil.
Green chiles, peeled and chopped.
1onion.
Various wild (or domestic) mushrooms.
Red wine.
Water.
Salt, pepper.

Dredge the cottontails and/or quail in flour and drop in hot oil. Brown them on both sides but do not cook all the way through. Place the rabbit/quail and the drippings in a covered casserole dish, preferably stone. Add chiles, mushrooms, onion, wine, and water. Season to taste. Place in oven at 275 degrees and let simmer until the meat falls apart, about an hour and a half to two hours. Serve with with fresh bread.

Enjoy.

Stephen


Wind Chill

The thing about Florida's humid climate is when the weather turns towards cold and the wind whips out a steady thirty with the occasional burst capable of cracking tree bark the result is a soul searing deep bone hurt.

Let me put it into simple words; it's friggin cold.

And, I like it.

Stephen

Just Because

Two minutes of nice.

Stephen

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Oops

Just now on the Olympics, girl takes a tumble on the ice. My wife screams, "Oh, Bless her heart."

Yep, that's my Sweet Wife.

Stephen

Sound Survival Advice

Teach 'em young.



Pickles by Brian Crane
Pickles 

Stephen

The Worm, it flipped

Spent the first ten minutes of my morning on walkabout and picked up democrats tracks. Only one beer can but they did give over six discarded and empty cigaret packs, one Burger King bag, two mustard packs are still usable - I placed them aside for street walkers. One partially filled and still functioning Bic lighter which I will add to my collection. I have at least a good dozen I've found over the years.

The spent condom took some thought. After a second or two I used the toe of my boot to nose it underground and swished a cover of gravel and dirt over it and tapped it from view. This was a public service as I understand younger democrats have been know to recycle these found treasures after first giving them a quick water rinse. One kid reported it gives additional sensitivity the second time around.

I at first gave a chuckle thinking this boy was 'choking my chain.' A few seconds passed then - boom, epiphany. The issue of these recycled (stay green with me) by-products of drilled/fracked petroleum are children, and liberal children attend public state institutions. If they survive the first six years they're released. Eventually they are recruited by Acorn and become full sized second hand condom users and then they vote, get drunk. and drive by my business and flip they're used Trojans on my shop parking lot.

This explains much of what I've read on certain blogs.

(Thus ends my yearly political rant.)

Stephen