Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday Morning Gospel Hour
Kieran Kane ~ A Prayer Like Any Other
It's way past midnight, everyone asleep
Outside the window it's quiet on the street
My bags are packed, my guitar too
Taxi's coming, nothin' I can do
Oh Lord, keep your eye on my friends
I’d just feel better knowing you're watching them
I've got to roll, take a little spin
While I’m gone, keep your eye on my friends
Gotta get home the only way I know
The long old road, steady and slow
One of these days I’ll come back
If the creek don’t rise and stuff like that
Oh Lord, keep your eye on this place
Keep it warm, keep it safe
You know I depend on your saving grace
While I’m gone keep your eye on this place
Bridge:
This is just a prayer like any other
Nothing more, nothing less
Just a prayer like any other
One more time could you just say yes
Oh Lord, keep your eye on me
You know how foolish and reckless I can be
Light up my way, so I can see
Oh Lord, keep your eye on me
Oh Lord, keep your eye on my friends
Oh Lord, keep your eye on this place
~~Written by Kevin Welch
Saturday, August 30, 2008
PeeDee River Swamp Sauce
Friday, August 29, 2008
Meat & Potatoes
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Homemade Chipotle Catsup
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Hot Buttered Rolls
Do you miss me in Carolina
Well I miss you in Tennessee
Do you wish I was there beside you
Well I wish you were here with me
I know its not the ideal situation
My heart's become a part of the band
It's a common hazard in the occupation
You know I'll love you just as much as I can
So I'll dream til I hear you love me
And I'll hope til I see your smile
Wish I could hold you forever
And somehow erase all the miles
Well tomorrow its Pennsylvania
Then its on to the city of sin
I'll hold to your love and to your memory
Until I can see you again
So I'll dream til I hear you love me
And I'll hope til I see your smile
Wish I could hold you forever
And somehow erase all the miles
Wish I could hold you forever
And somehow erase all the miles
Monday, August 25, 2008
Penne Quattro Fromage Al Forno
Kieran Kane ~ Eight More Miles
Back in your grace where I belong
Tonight I'm sleeping in my own bed
With my blue tick feather pillow underneath my head
I feel the wheels on 65
I don't know when - felt so alive
Eight more miles
Eight more miles and I'll be home
Since I've been gone everything's changed
There's been two weeks of steady rain
And the dogwoods bloom - pink and white
And that damp smell of new cut grass is everywhere tonight
Sweet sunny sound - I never knew
Just how much I could miss you
Eight more miles
Eight more miles and I'll be home
I crossed the Rockies on a silver train
I've walked from Burghan in a pouring rain
I met with strangers I came to love
And I've gotten drunk with Chieftans in a Dublin hotel pub
And I dearly love these memories
But all that matters right now to me
Is eight more miles
Eight more miles and I'll be home
Eight more miles
Eight more miles and I'll be home
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Deviled Ham & Eggs??
'Tis The Last Rose Of Summer
Left blooming all alone
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone
No flower of her kindred
No rose bud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes
Or give sigh for sigh
I'll not leave thee, thou lone one
To pine on the stem
Since the lovely are sleeping
Go sleep thou with them
'Thus kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o'er the bed
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead
So soon may I follow
When friendships decay
And from love's shining circle
The gems drop away
When true hearts lie withered
And fond ones are flown
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?
Cowboy Candy
Friday, August 22, 2008
First ... You Make A Roux
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Soppin' The Gravy
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Geezer Grub
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Bellavia ~ A Beautiful Union
Monday, August 18, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Sunday Morning Gospel Hour
You have heard of little Moses in the bull rush
You have heard of fearless David and his sling
You have heard the story told of dreaming Joseph
And of Jonah and the whale you often sing
There is going to be a meeting in the air
In that sweet sweet by and by
I am going to meet you meet you over there
In that home beyond the sky
The singing you will hear never heard by mortals ears
Will be glorious I do declare
And God's own Son will be the leading One
At that meeting in the air
There are many many others through the bible
I should like to meet them all I do declare
By and by the Lord will surely let us meet them
At that meeting in the air
Saturday, August 16, 2008
GONE FISHIN'...
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lickety split i commenced to trimmin' all dat watermelon rind & saving all the red trim and juice ... into the blender ... pulse pulse ... then strained it into the brewed sweet tea ... stir stir ... poured it over ice ~ voila ~ nectar of the gods!! lol
and if you think i throwed dat watermelon rind away ... think again. i trimmed it all up ... discarding the green skin ... gonna make some watermelon rind pickles soon as i eat the rest of the watermelon & harvest the rind. btw ... sweet pickled watermelon rind chunks, wrapped with a slice of bacon & smoked, is very good eats. tru dat. country boys can survive!!
Friday, August 15, 2008
Roadside Chicken
Peter Rowan & SCI ~ No Woman No Cry
Roadside Chicken Marinade
3/4 cup vinegar
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
1/4 cup olive oil
1/4 cup Worchestershire
1 Tbsp sea salt
1 Tbsp sugar
1 tsp garlic powder
1 tsp onion powder
1 tsp white pepper
2 tsp celery seeds
Mix well - pour over cut up chicken & marinate overnight
3/4 cup salad oil
1/4 cup melted butter
1/4 cup lemon juice
1 Tbsp. prepared mustard
2 Tbsp. brown sugar
1 Tbsp. salt
1 tsp. paprika
1/4 tsp. black pepper
2 tsp. grated onion
2 cloves garlic, cut in halves
1/2 tsp. Worcestershire sauce
1/4 tsp. Tabasco sauce
1/4 cup ketchup
Combine all ingredients in jar & shake thoroughly. Let stand several hours before using. Good on grilled chicken.
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Mais, since posting this original recipe above for Golden Embers BBQ Sauce a couple hours ago ... I made a batch, and made a couple of mods to accomondate the ingredients I had on hand ... and I really like it. This is a good example of why I don't like to post many recipes on this blog ... because in my kitchen, recipes are ALWAYS in a state of flux. I'm constantly tweaking them & pushing the envelope. In this case, the results were very good: I used country-style grey poupon mustard, used smoked paprika, sliced the garlic thin instead of halves & omitted the catsup and tabasco altogether...used 1/4 cup Dirty Dick's instead. Here's a pic:
Thursday, August 14, 2008
The BBQ That Made Kansas City Famous
Lazy Lester ~ Tell Me Pretty Baby
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Grits Redux
Monday, August 11, 2008
Beef Enchiladas Ala Fat Johnny
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Saturday, August 9, 2008
The Thunderbolt Kid
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Jimmy Gilmer & The Fireballs ~ Sugar Shack
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STRANDED
Two French men and one French woman.
Two German men and one German woman.
Two Greek men and one Greek woman.
Two British men and one British woman.
Two Bulgarian men and one Bulgarian woman.
Two Vietnamese men and one Vietnamese woman.
Two American men and one American woman.
One month later, on these absolutely stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things have occurred:
- One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
- The two French men and the French woman are living happily together in a menage a trois.
- The two German men have a strict weekly schedule of alternating visits with the German woman.
- The two Greek men are sleeping together and the Greek woman is cooking and cleaning for them.
- The two British men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the British woman.
- The two Bulgarian men took one look at the Bulgarian woman and started swimming to another island.
- The two Vietnamese men have set up a pharmacy, liquor store, restaurant, and laundry, and have gotten the woman pregnant in order to supply employees for their stores.
- The two American men are contemplating suicide, because the American woman will not shut up and complains relentlessly about her body, the true nature of feminism, what the sun is doing to her skin, how she can do anything they can do, the necessity of fulfillment, the equal division of household chores, how sand and palm trees make her look fat, how her last boyfriend respected her opinion and treated her nicer than they do, and how her relationship with her mother is the root cause of all her problems, and why didn't they bring a damn cell phone so they could call 911 and get them all rescued off this Godforsaken deserted island in the middle of nowhere so she can get her nails done and go shopping!!