Island Of Misfits

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GW , so sorry for your loss , sincere condolences to many damn funerals

@G W. Sorry for your loss. Like Big said .... We are loosing to many of us O'l farts.

Graywolf sorry for your loss.

Sorry for your loss, GW.

Thank ya'll for your compassion and good thoughts! It is always more poignant and saddening to see another of the good ones reaching their end, with so many I would gladly volunteer instead still wasting good oxygen.

I'm going to try and reach my sister to make sure she is OK, but she watched it coming for a long time and wasn't taken by surprise.

They live in Gulfport, so I can't hug her yet, but she is surrounded by two sons and a daughter, as well as their families and her grand families. Also grand step-children, and great grandchildren from her second and third marriage. They all adore her, so I have solace in knowing she is well supported right now.
 
Joe, we gotta talk about your balls sometime. Only one's I make are Swedish meatballs. A restaurant I used to go to (gone now) made the best lasagna meatballs I've ever had. If you cut one in half, it had the smell of an old gym sock that had been left in a locker for a couple of weeks, but tasted like a little slice of heaven.
First time I ate 'em I was in love. Second time, ordered the same with extra meatballs. A little Italian dude (5'4" tops) came stomping out of the kitchen and said in a very unfriendly voice, "What? I no give you enough meatballs?"
I replied, "They're so damn good, I could never get enough."
He got the biggest smile on his face and walked away standing a bit taller. Miss him and that place.

Any idea what was in 'em?
I fry my onions first ,use fresh parsley and oregano . I use fresh garlic and add some tomato paste . Hate to say it because at my age I need to stay away from a lot of it is salt. Use enough salt . Good Italian cheese Pecorinno, Romano or Toe Cheese !
I use the cheese imported from the holy land " Cheeses From Nazareth"
 
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Thank ya'll for your compassion and good thoughts! It is always more poignant and saddening to see another of the good ones reaching their end, with so many I would gladly volunteer instead still wasting good oxygen.

I'm going to try and reach my sister to make sure she is OK, but she watched it coming for a long time and wasn't taken by surprise.

They live in Gulfport, so I can't hug her yet, but she is surrounded by two sons and a daughter, as well as their families and her grand families. Also grand step-children, and great grandchildren from her second and third marriage. They all adore her, so I have solace in knowing she is well supported right now.
If you are adored by others ,you know you have led and lived your life in Grace...
 
Just got done in town. Feels good to be home.
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"There No Place Like Home !" : Dorothy Gale
That ain't no ****. I've been all over the USA on a two holed thumper and had a riot doing it, but nothing was better than seeing "Now entering Genesee County".
Born here, raised here, and will more than likely die here. So be it.
 
I enjoy experimenting with new stuff and have developed some killer soup recipes that I whomp up in 16 quart batches to freeze in tubs. Cooking the same thing day after day bores the sh*t out of me.

I also like pickling vegetables and am currently experimenting with sous vide as well as cooking under vacuum.

Early PT for my back and neck yesterday, but so far mostly just evaluation with a couple added exercises.

My last brother-in-law died yesterday of heart failure. He was about 80 and was scheduled for a pacemaker tomorrow. My poor sister has outlived three husbands who died of natural causes, two of them after her providing extended caregiving.
You've likely seen this before, but just in case have you ever had pickled green tomatoes? Small ones, pickled just like a dill pickle.

Very good. It didn't sound so good, but all the others were raving. It's a southern thing is like fried green tomatoes.

Bubba
 
That ain't no ****. I've been all over the USA on a two holed thumper and had a riot doing it, but nothing was better than seeing "Now entering Genesee County".
Born here, raised here, and will more than likely die here. So be it.
We and OUR age group are lucky enough to have had a taste of what our Fore Fathers fought so bravely for. Todays society degrades bravery and tenacity for our righteous freedom.They call it racist and a whole lot of other" WORDS". Complacent ,zombie like ,phone droids people have become . Surprise they even have the gumption to reproduce . Testosterone is extinct .... puttin the pipe down now ...
 
Joe, we gotta talk about your balls sometime. Only one's I make are Swedish meatballs. A restaurant I used to go to (gone now) made the best lasagna meatballs I've ever had. If you cut one in half, it had the smell of an old gym sock that had been left in a locker for a couple of weeks, but tasted like a little slice of heaven.
First time I ate 'em I was in love. Second time, ordered the same with extra meatballs. A little Italian dude (5'4" tops) came stomping out of the kitchen and said in a very unfriendly voice, "What? I no give you enough meatballs?"
I replied, "They're so damn good, I could never get enough."
He got the biggest smile on his face and walked away standing a bit taller. Miss him and that place.

Any idea what was in 'em?
Mine are from Sicilian Nana's of a bunch of my friends. Nothing magic, simple Ingredients about the only discussion we have on those is, Some, myself included, prefer fried, all the way for the ones I'm eating on the spot, the others are plopped in the sauce while still pink in the middle. A few drop them in the sauce raw.

Our sauces are similar, fried paste, usual drill BUT..
Big discussion on cinnamon. The amount that goes In a big frigging pot is very slight, my guess is neither of any of us could tell anyways, but it continues to be a big point for some reason.

Then which Italian sausage making family's sausage to use....mostly, like the funeral parlors it's one of two.
Italian owned ones that is, bunches of others.

Bubba
 
Mine are from Sicilian Nana's of a bunch of my friends. Nothing magic, simple Ingredients about the only discussion we have on those is, Some, myself included, prefer fried, all the way for the ones I'm eating on the spot, the others are plopped in the sauce while still pink in the middle. A few drop them in the sauce raw.

Our sauces are similar, fried paste, usual drill BUT..
Big discussion on cinnamon. The amount that goes In a big frigging pot is very slight, my guess is neither of any of us could tell anyways, but it continues to be a big point for some reason.

Then which Italian sausage making family's sausage to use....mostly, like the funeral parlors it's one of two.
Italian owned ones that is, bunches of others.

Bubba
Nothing in my life is that by the book .When I cook I look in the ref. and pull out whats there and going soon .
I have been married and divorced and have lived with and do so now with my Girl. I have also been a bachelor and I know how to keep my self fed !
I also am lucky with some of my customers/friends who own restaurants, bakery's and pizza joints. I can be charming when it results in me being fed ...lol
 
That ain't no ****. I've been all over the USA on a two holed thumper and had a riot doing it, but nothing was better than seeing "Now entering Genesee County".
Born here, raised here, and will more than likely die here. So be it.
I've been a nomad ever since I was able to leave the nest. I never really had a home. It ruined me and saved me at the same time. The desire for a home has led me to believe there just isn't one for me. I've tried to make one several times. I stay in a place until my shelf life runs out, and I move on. Sometimes I wish I could settle down, but it's usually because of the situation I'm in at the time. Most times I create that situation, but sometimes the situation creates me. I envy people who have a home, but I lament self-perceived complacency that leads to it. I guess I'm just too full of wonder and wander.
 
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I've been a nomad ever since I was able to leave the nest. I never really had a home. It ruined me and saved me at the same time. The desire for a home has led me to believe there just isn't one for me. I've tried to make one several times. I stay in a place until my shelf life runs out, and I move on. Sometimes I wish I could settle down, but it's usually because of the situation I'm in at the time. Most times I create that situation, but sometimes the situation creates me. I envy people who have a home, but I lament the complacency that leads to it. I guess I'm just too full of wonder and wander.
I keep my mind in wonder most of the time and my mind wanders all of the time ...
I went into my own business at 25 and stayed within 20 miles to where i was a pup
 
I keep my mind in wonder most of the time and my mind wanders all of the time ...
I went into my own business at 25 and stayed within 20 miles to where i was a pup
See... I envy that. I edited my post because I didn't mean having a home or roots is from complacency. Just that since I've never had one, I see it differently I guess.
 

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