I Bet

At this very moment one of you poor souls, like me, has American Idol on their television. Every week, for the most part, I've had to listen to this mess in the background as I try to read or write. Sweet Wife loves it.

I must confess - it's nice to hear my wife sing along with the kids on the screen. She has a nice voice, and sings softly, all gentle and tender. It makes her happy. The least I can do is give her a couple of hours to free her mind from the ugliness of this world.

I wish it were as simple for me.

I hate the show.

Stephen

Sausage Gravy and Biscuits, Man Food

As my long dear departed Grandfather was fond of saying, "Boy, I gots me a hankering for gravy and biscuits." Sausage gravy and biscuits is man food. It soothes the soul.

I know, I can hear you lovely ladies scream, 'but Stephen, your heart.' My heart is fine. Even the cardiologist said I should 'cheat' once in a blue moon. A diet of tree bark and thistles gets old.

My recipe is very close to the one found at Deep South Dish. This link will take you to this sweet woman's sausage gravy recipe. I've been making my sausage gravy from scratch for years. I have a freezer filled with fresh ground sausage and I will not allow it to waste away in a frozen state any longer.

On a rainy night this salty and creamy dish over hot fresh buttermilk biscuits makes my soul sing for joy. Sadly, Sweet Wife refuses to touch it....women. Little Bit, on the other hand, begs me to make a batch on those Sunday mornings when she's with us. I can hear her now, "Please, Papa. I want your good 'ole gravy and biscuits."

The girl has class.

If you need a buttermilk biscuit recipe, please try this one from my good friend, The Mouth of the South. This sweet young lady knows her stuff.

If you must, frozen biscuits will suffice. Just make sure you serve the dish hot.


Enjoy,

Stephen

Audience

Last evening Sweet Wife asked what I'd written of late on this blog. I replied, 'little to nothing,' and she laughed. I was serious. Anyhow, she asked for my laptop since hers is filled with work related subjects and useless for the most part, so I relented and gave it to her.

You must understand, I'm not real comfortable with my bride's critiquing my work. It's part of her job to find problems and she's very good. She always finds my little mistakes, always. I grit my teeth and wait as she reads. Now, back to last night. I left the room and went about other business. An hour or so later I return to find her still deep into my archives. She had a smile on her face, good, I thought. I risked a quick question, asked her, "So, any problems?"

"No," She said, "You're funny, and unique." Me, big smile.

Then, "Are you aware you have a huge Russian fan base?"  I stop mid-stride and turn. "What?"

"There is this page on your blog that keeps tabs of your audience, and other than Americans, your numbers indicate Russians read your work more than any other country," She continued,  "Have you any reason why?"

I said, "No, Honey, I really don't know but it's fine with me."

"Strange."

"Perhaps they like my gun pieces, rare as they are these days." She thought for a moment and then, "No, I bet it's the way you write of your love."

Blink, blink.

She really lost me with that one.

"Don't you understand, you appeal to the mother in all women."

I've got to change things around here.....more guy stuff. Grunts, beer, hog hunts, and firearms. But, to all you lovely and sweet Russian ladies, I welcome you with open arms....if it's Russian men reading my scribbles, I really do like your AK's, and if you've one to spare, shoot me an email for my address...

Stephen

Thanks & Welcome

This is for Brock Townsend and mizdeb - thank you and welcome to my humble blog. I promise to always answer your comments.  It sometimes takes me a few hours, even days - but trust me I will answer.

To my other friends I please ask that you visit Brock's blog, http://southern-thangs.blogspot.com/.  I believe you'll find it very interesting. He writes about all things Southern, a subject dear to my heart.

Again, thanks and welcome. You are now among friends.

Stephen

Think About It

Jim's Quote of the Day:

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"It is not the goal of the Fed or the politicians to pump up the prices of real economic goods of any description. Since "inflation" is conventionally held to be rising prices of the essential goods which make or break real economies, the prices of these essential goods must be held down by any and all means. And foremost amongst these goods is anything that can or has been used as a medium of exchange in the past. Gold (and to a lesser but still considerable extent, Silver) are the curse of all interventionists. They are the alternative to the command economy and the eternal brake on the accumulation of the political power which those who command the economy lust after." - Bill Buckler, Gold This Week, April 7, 2012

Thanks to: http://survivalblog.com/

Stephen

Followers, Why?

You know what I hate - followers that just disappear without reason. Why? What 'da heck did I write to get your panties in a wad.

Please let me know. Perhaps the reason you left will help me maintain my current readership.

Feel as if I've just gotten a butt load of buckshot.

Stephen

Bits & Pieces

I was awake this morning at zero dark thirty. Felt useless so showered, shaved, dressed and was here at my office at zero dark thirty-one. I paid the mid-month bills and drank coffee and now I see the sun is well on its way to broil.

We had some really nice hard thunderstorms last evening. Must have received at least two inches of rain. The weather-idiot claims we're still six inches behind our normal rainfall. We need more, to say the least.

Thinking, thinking....nothing comes to mind. Insert picture....

I missed her so much yesterday I went to her school's website and found the above. She's on the left.

I have an apartment to furnish. Deposit has been made and I've the keys. This afternoon, when Sweet Wife is off work, we shall do some minor cleaning. Not much to do but we did purchase a leather Ivory love seat for Little Bit's mother and Sweet Wife wants to remove any minor stains. I'll clean the top of the refrigerator. Overall the apartment is beautiful, huge, hardwood floors. I do believe Little Bit and her mother will love it.

Business is awful. This depression has killed our economy. My business is at least, depending on the week, off fifty percent. If a yellow dog were to run against Obama, I'd vote for the dog. Then again, we do have a yellow dog in the race.

Time for coffee...standby.

Have you guys noticed the price of gold. Buy on the dips. Silver too. I read a history of the Denver Mint yesterday. Yes, I read it in one day. Whoop-t-do...it was very interesting. I'd give you the title but left the book at home. If you want it, yell.

Early this morning I grabbed another from my pile, its titled, 'The Power of Gold, the history of an obsession,' by Peter L. Bernstein. Pretty darn good read, so far.

Just rambling.

I haven't prepared a decent meal in days and days. I need to cook. When I find a dish that peaks my interest I'll post it.

A few seconds ago my door bell rang. Went out to answer it and it was a 'crack girl.' Here I am smack dab in the middle of a historic and university district and I have a hooker infestation. She wanted to know if I'd 'loan' her a dollar. Yeah, like that's gonna happen. Bless their hearts, but come on, give me a break. They smell to high heaven. They're walking germ factories. And, someone's child....I feel for them but refuse to help their habits.

God bless 'em.

I was thinking about my weekend trip. I'll leave very early Saturday morning. I've an odd habit when I drive. I count. I keep tabs of all the road kill, not only their numbers but categorical as well. Such as, ten coons, fifteen possums, one deer.
I also count campers. I have rules of course - I only count those campers on the road, not those parked, only those RV's under power. This odd habit helps with the time and makes my drives much less boring. I will drive one thousand eight miles, round trip, in one day. The drive home I shall be followed by Sweet Wife and Birth Mother in BM's Honda. Should be very interesting.

Hey, gotta run. Please, take care out there. I'll see you nice folks later today, I hope.

Stephen