A MEAL

 A full sheet pan heading for the oven.

Juicy, spicy deliciousness upon emerging from the cauldron.

That gal of mine can cook!

JUST A THOUGHT

 

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 Surprise!

As Willy Nelson sings, "I woke up still not dead again today!"

You could be forgiven for wondering since I haven't posted since last Sunday.

I guess there's nothing much going on here at the old Bar None Corral.

But there are still a batch of cartoons, most sent in by my Comedy Contributors.

You're all appreciated.

So let's take a look and see what's here.

(I know, I know. It's supposed to say "biting". And the apostrophe's in the wrong place. It's so hard to get good help these days.)

And with that, I shall bring this attempt at levity to a close.

Now y'all have a wonderful weekend and remember: Always. Keep. Laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

EL GORDO

 I apologize.

I have been negligent in reporting on the Taylor Family Garden.

So today I have some (not very artistic) photos of our gourd plant.

It has successfully climbed the arbor and is now putting out mammoth gourds day after day.

At least they're mammoth to me, who has never grown a gourd.

(By the way, you'll notice I have included the window from which I take photos of the birds at the birdbath.

You will kindly NOT notice how dirty the window is.)

I keep wondering why the gourds don't fall to the ground but SWMBO says the stem is thick and strong.

I included my mitt in this last picture not because I'm proud of it but to give you some idea of the size of these things.

In my mind this plant shall always be known as El Gordo!

SMOKIN' SAT'DAY

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

 TGIF!

Yes it is.

I know.

The days seem to fly by faster and faster.

For me as well as you.

So let's make the most of them.

Let's laugh a little.

So that's it for this week, ladies and gentlemen.

I hope you all, each and every one of you, will endeavor to have an energetic, not enervating, weekend.

And remember the sage words of the Catalyst: always keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(oh, c'mon, just try it, it's healthy!)

REMEMBER PIZZA PARTIES?

 Matty came rushing in the moment I opened the garage door this morning but I'll spare you another photo of him napping on the couch.

Instead I'll tempt your taste buds with a photo I found on my phone yesterday that I'd forgotten about

As you may recall, I prepare pizza most Friday evenings but not the way true pizza cooks do it.

Mine starts with a frozen pizza from the grocery store and is then "doctored" with more pepperoni, a mixture of diced mini-peppers, some mozzarella, sometimes some cherry tomatoes or red onion, and some basil and Parmesan cheese tossed on at the pre-slicing moment.

As I was beginning this post I was thrown back to the 1950's when pizza finally had made it's way to the cultural backwash where I grew up.

We college-age kids used to have what were called "pizza parties" where the pies would be created, baked and devoured while we listened to Duke Ellington and Dave Brubeck records.

We felt soooooo sophisticated!

I realize now that that was typical of many college sophomores of the era, full of "great wisdom" imparted by our reading Jack Kerouac, J.D. Salinger and dipping into some Kafka.

I remember reading "Metamorphosis" aloud to a friend as he drove us somewhere on a North Dakota highway.

That was long ago now in an increasingly fuzzier memory.

But I still love my Friday Night Pizza.

Have a slice!