Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Don't Fence Me In
Chile Verde Meatloaf


Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Ain't Nothing In The World That I Like Better
Smoky Mountain Smokers Chipotle

The Train I'm On

If you see the train I'm on
Wave to me goodbye
But don't you shed
No tears on account of me
You know I hate to see you cry
Sometimes a train sounds lonesome
Sometimes it sounds soft and low
But everytime I hear an old train whistle blow
It always makes me wanna get up and go
If you ever think about me
Now should I ever cross your mind
Remember I'm a-coming back for you
Oh it's only a matter of time
If you see the train I'm on
But don't you shed no tears on account of me
Oh, I hate to see you cry...
Common Taters


Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Strange Bedfellows

Monday, July 27, 2009
Kansas Wheat Field
And the waves gave place to the wheatlands
Myriad-touched with gold
Then my soul felt century-weary
And untold aeons old....
Myriad-touched with gold
Then my soul felt century-weary
And untold aeons old....
From "A Wheat-Field Fantasy" by Harry Kemp
Farm Fresh Eggs


Sunday, July 26, 2009
Beans & Taters
Vessel In Vain

I can't be held responsible for the things I say
For I am just a vessel in vain
And I can't be held responsible for the thing I see
For I am just a vessel in vain
No boat out on no ocean
No name there on no hull
And it's not a strain at all to remember
Those that I've left behind
They're all standing right here beside me now
And most of them with a smile
My ideals have got me on the run
Towards my connection with everyone
My ideals have got me on the run
It's my connection with everyone
Such free reign
For a vessel in vain...
For I am just a vessel in vain
And I can't be held responsible for the thing I see
For I am just a vessel in vain
No boat out on no ocean
No name there on no hull
And it's not a strain at all to remember
Those that I've left behind
They're all standing right here beside me now
And most of them with a smile
My ideals have got me on the run
Towards my connection with everyone
My ideals have got me on the run
It's my connection with everyone
Such free reign
For a vessel in vain...
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Green Chile Sauce



Friday, July 24, 2009
Bread & Butter Japs

Thursday, July 23, 2009
Ice Water Garlic/Dill Chunks


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Hazel Dickens/Alice Gerrard ~ When I Loved You
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Pork Chops Au Poivre Ala Wooster



Monday, July 20, 2009
Smoky Mountain Smokers

Sunday, July 19, 2009
Fresh Peach Cobbler
Pork Chop Sandwich
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Eddy's Cafe - Home Cookin'


The cafe was open for breakfast and lunch only ... and on Sundays it was only open for lunch, to get the after-church crowd. Service was family-style on Sunday, and was always pan-fried chicken, swiss steak, real mashed potatoes & gravy, green beans, corn and hot homemade dinner rolls. On Sundays the crowds were so big that we had to rent the American Legion building next door, and set up tables & run food over there. We served homemade ice cream (vanilla & maple nut) and fresh baked homemade pies.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Creamy Mac & Cheese
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Cold Chicken Salad Plate
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Hot Weather ~ Cool Eats


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Pearl & Carl Butler ~ Don't Let Me Fall
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Business Is Good
Couple young whippersnapper businessmen in Arkansas were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store. As yet, the store wasn't ready, with only a few shelves set up.
One said to the other, "I bet any minute now some ol' geezer is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we're selling."
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious senior walked to the window, had a peek, and in a soft voice asked "What are you fellas selling here?"
One of the men replied sarcastically, "We're selling a$$-holes"
Without skipping a beat, the old timer said, "Well then, you're doing well ... only two left."
One said to the other, "I bet any minute now some ol' geezer is going to walk by, put his face to the window, and ask what we're selling."
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious senior walked to the window, had a peek, and in a soft voice asked "What are you fellas selling here?"
One of the men replied sarcastically, "We're selling a$$-holes"
Without skipping a beat, the old timer said, "Well then, you're doing well ... only two left."
Breakfast From The Coonass Garden

