Ron Washington Wisdom
Many a man has survived on Bar-S bologna
Posted by TFG on November 8th, 2012
The feral hog breakfast sausage is ready at the butchers, and will be retrieved manana. First thing I’m going to make with mine is gonna be a nice breakfast taco, I think. Then, like the old days with my old man up in that Paris (TX), provided the sausage is edible, I’ll make a skillet of sausage gravy. We used to live on that, with biscuits. Of course, I also played tennis for three hours a night then, too, but whisky tango foxtrot…I got the cancer, I’m gonna eat like the hog that I am.
Oh, yeah — that’s why the Golden Arches is having a suck month. I reckon I can fix a baloney sammich for cheap.
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I had a French Canadian mess sergeant when I commanded the 38th Engineers. He would make fantastic sausage gravy. He used sautéed onions and a little rosemary in the rue. And the biscuits were superb. Told us that Canadian lumberjacks lived on the stuff!
I had breakfast tacos for dinner yesterday. Your hog sausage should beat the Owen’s I had.
Thats camp food quick and easy I love breakfast with wild game starts the right
hot fired boloney & gravy served up by the jailer’s wife = just ask Brother Dave Gardner (or Andy Griffith) . . .
SKC, isn’t that Andy Griffith story a great deal like a Tom T. Hall song about getting stopped for speeding in a small town and ending up in jail and eventually settling for the fare served up by the jailer’s wife? Dangit, TFG, I’m not really “suggestible” about anything but food, yet, after not finding anything to my liking at the Black Friday silliness at my local Wal-Mart after a Thanksgiving double-shift at the hospital, I picked up only a pair of low-end Wrangler $9.50 jeans and a package of Bar-S turkey bologna which may be my lunch before I get together with an ex-sweetie around 1 this afternoon.
I can’t believe you ventured out on BF. I went to my semi-office and worked for six hours, then (here comes a food suggestion) went and hogged out on real cream gravy at Grandy’s. Our family had a gluten-free Thanksgiving dinner, which is only a pale imitation of a real Texas Thanksgiving dinner.
I hit a lull in the silliness, I guess, as I rolled in to the store around 3:30 AM, after Event 1 and Event 2, but before Event 3 was to commence at 5 AM. Sure enough, Honey Boo-Boo’s less-prosperous and not-so-hygenic kinfolk were out in force waiting in line for certain items already, so I got my stuff and went on my way before it got really silly. Grandys…I don’t know that I’ve seen one of those in this part of the world in…twenty years, maybe. I kinda forgot about ‘em. I’m so glad your health seems to be slowly getting better, sir. I hope Thanksgiving was lovely for you and yours.