THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

Hello again.

One instruction today: don't anyone comment with "OK Boomer".

I just learned what it means.

You fellow seniors, just Google it.

It snowed here last night so let us begin with . . .

And on that cheery note, I shall bring this period of hilarity to a close with the advice to all of you to enjoy yourselves and have a spectacular weekend.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(ooooooh, now that's a bit snarky)

FRENCH APPLE CAKE

One of the blogs I follow is that of David Lebovitz, the former pastry chef at Chez Panisse restaurant in California and for a number of years now an expatriate in Paris.

He brings not only the taste of Paris but the tastes of French cuisine, most often as interpreted by an American.

He wrote on his blog about another American living in Paris, Dorie Greenspan, and her recipe for a French Apple Cake.

The recipe looked simple enough for an amateur home cook like me so yesterday I tried it.

It turned out well and I had a wee slice of it last night after dinner.

With a splash of whipped cream it was pretty darned good, if I do say so myself.

THROWBACK THURSDAY (ON WEDNESDAY)

Back in the day when I was skinny, had dark hair, a reddish beard.

Sometime in the late 1980's in Guadalajara, Mexico.

Gadfrey!

That's over 30 years ago!

Check out that computer and that monitor with green letters on a black screen.

Would it have been a Commodore 64?

I can't remember.

But I remember that cat.

Our beloved Chulapay (Mexican slang for Cutie Pie).

She loved the warmth from that lamp.

I was, as usual, into a vodka and water it appears.  

What you can't see is my ashtray and pack of cigarettes.

Ah, those were the days.

I had lunch yesterday at the Pie Place with a couple of colleagues from my days in Phoenix television news.

After hearing many of the tales of our rollicking times, I said then and I say now as I look at the photo above, "How in hell did we survive to our present old age?"

It's a mystery.

IS IT REALLY MONDAY?

We went on a shopping trip today.

Costco and Trader Joe's.

Dinner tonight: Lobster Bisque, Croissants, Kalamata Olives, way too much Pinot Grigio.

How old must we get to learn the wickedness of our ways?

Never mind.

Our tummies and our faces are happy.

OSSO BUCO

I finished the leftover Osso Buco from our New Year's Day meal for dinner last night.

Incidentally Google Translate tells me that Osso Buco translates simply to Braised Veal.

Although this . . .

. . . looks like ours, this is simply a stock picture from the Internet.

And I didn't have mine on polenta.

But the reason for this blog post is to clear up some apparent misconceptions among my commenters.

Our Osso Buco came pre-cooked and frozen, in a package from Costco.

It only took about 20 minutes in a hot oven to heat it up.

I apologize if I unintentionally misled you Gentle Readers about the cooking abilities in my house.

And, though it sounds like a tv dinner now, I will add that whoever prepared this did a heckuva job.

It was delicious, even more so the second time around.

If you want to make it from scratch there are many recipes on the Internet.

Or you can cheat a little like we did and find it in the frozen foods section of your supermarket.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

And now, as someone wrote this morning, it's the Roaring 20's once again.

And the cartoonist apparently can't spell the word "legibly".

But be that as it may, welcome to 2020, Gentle Readers, bewildered and bedazzled by the bureaucratese balderdash.

But don't be a blockhead, it's the weekend and here's hoping you all have a fabulous one.

And always remember to keep laughing!

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

FIRST MEAL OF THE NEW YEAR

Oh I know, it's not a very artfully composed shot but I just wanted you to see how lucky I was at table last evening.

The centerpiece is a delightfully sauced Veal Osso Buco, accompanied by a baked potato, braised Brussells sprouts, a fruit salad and a marvelous bottle of Argentinian Malbec wine.

Now, it's back to normal food: tacos and beans tonight.

YUP, IT'S JANUARY FIRST . . . AGAIN

This beginning of a new year was much better than one I remember from many years ago.

On that one, heading home from a couple of parties we shouldn't have gone to I was involved in a wreck in which both cars were totaled and both drivers got DUI tickets.

Fortunately (and amazingly) no injuries in either car.

But last night.

Let me show you how two old people celebrate New Year's Eve.

We shared a bottle of prosecco (nice!) and nibbled on sausage and cheese and crackers that had been gifted to us for Christmas.

Since neither of us can tolerate the faux jollity of the tv hosts at Times Square I surfed the channels until I landed on a Rolling Stones concert.

I learned this morning it was a free gig in Havana, Cuba, in 2016 that drew over a million people to watch the geezers rock out.

We only saw about the last half hour but the Stones are still the greatest rock and roll band and watching the then 72 year old Mick Jagger run from one side of the stage to another and be in near constant motion was amazing.

Once that was over I found a tribute program to old MGM movies and the stars in them.

Seeing old clips of Howard Keel, Kathryn Grayson, Mario Lanza, Gene Kelly, Donald O'Connor, Judy Garland, Debbie Reynolds, Fred Astaire, Esther Williams, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and many more was just what we needed.

I was in bed asleep shortly after 9 p.m.

Judy stayed awake just long enough to watch the ball come down in New York City and then to sleep.

So that's how two geezers "celebrate" New Year's Eve.

But even with the aches and pains of all the years on us, we felt a lot better this morning than we used to with hangover mornings.

Speaking of new mornings, I was looking back in my blog to see if I could find something to post today.

What struck me the most was how many friends of those days gone by who used to comment have disappeared.

Some have died, some have moved on to other venues, some have just given up the game altogether.

I miss them all.

Incidentally, Al Stewart was born in Glasgow, Scotland, 74+ years ago and he's still performing.

So long, 2019!

To all of my many friends around the world, as 2019 comes to an end, may I offer my best wishes for 2020.

¡Feliz Año Nuevo!

Bonne année!

Bliadhna Mhath Ùr!

Frohes neues Jahr!

Happy New Year!

CLAFOUTIS

Fresh from the oven . . .

The most difficult part is pitting the cherries without a cherry pitter but Judy took care of that for me.

70 years in the kitchen gives her special skills.

THE FRIDAY FUNNIES

I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking "He's been doing so many cartoons lately that he's forgotten this is Friday."

Wrong-oh.

I've just been busy with some errands and such so I've gotten a slow start on your funny bones this week.

But before I begin I'd just like to share one I swiped from the BRD yesterday.

Get ready.

And you thought it was only Boxing Day in the United Kingdom.

All right, let us begin.

Since this holiday period, which runs roughly from Thanksgiving through New Year's Day, tends to dwell upon food, I think that will be my theme for the rest of these Friday Funnies.

Okay, I kinda cheated on that last one but it's funny, ain't it?

Well, Gentle Readers, have a fantastic weekend, eat and drink well and don't forget to keep laughing.

Here, kitty-kitty . . .

(oh-oh, there's trouble ahead . . .)

PUNNY

My local library (Prescott Valley Public Library) apparently has someone new in charge of their social media with a sense of humor.

This was posted by them on Facebook yesterday.

And a longtime ago colleague of mine, Jolly John, posted this holiday humor.

All I have to do is sit back and aggregate.

THE BIG DAY IS FINALLY HERE

Can't forget our friends in the Doggie World.

Merry Christmas, everyone!

THE EVE

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house . . .

ONE MORE

Oops, I almost forgot.

TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE!

and