BUTTERCUPS! It's in the high 60s outside and after taking a small nap I spent the afternoon raking the yard wearing a tank top. My place is covered with fallen leaves, but that's not why I was sweating & raking. It was because when you have young.......
They tend to go out and find stuff to strew all over the place, like whatever it was in the back yard.......
Bad Dogs, Bad Bad Dogs! I just hope it wasn't some kid's Christmas present, because it sure didn't come from my house!
Now if ya'll will excuse me, I've got a pot of white chili (made from the last of the bird) simmering on the stove; the aromas of cumin and peppers wafting through the house, and I need to put a pan of cornbread in the oven. Not that sweet shit either. REAL CORNBREAD, made with buttermilk and baked in a time-seasoned cast iron skillet that is reserved for cornbread cooking alone (I'll get ill in a hurry if you try to fry something in my cornbread pan! It takes years to get one seasoned just right, and I've had the thing since 1974.)
Damn, I love living in the South.
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Looks like the stuffing out of one of my dog's toys! I'm constantly picking that shit up and sewing up the li'l hole she tore into whatever toy it was she decided to rip up. I can't get mad for all the giggling.
White chili, huh? I'll have to try that sometime.
As for the cornbread...YES, YES, YES. Do NOT fry anything in a perfectly seasoned cast-iron pan. OH, how I miss mine. Hmm...now I'm re-thinking how to spend my Christmas money...
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