With the Halloween season now over and the Thanksgiving season now upon us, thoughts of all the holiday cooking comes to mind. I thought I would share some of my favorite cooking disasters with you, They are not all necessarily related to Thanksgiving, but I am thankful that they didn't happen to me!
Turkey:
Got a neighbor that picked up an old electric smoker. He wanted to cook a turkey on it, but didn't know where to start. I told him to soak his wood chips for a couple of hours. Also told him to pat down the bird with olive oil, and coat the skin with his favorite spices and herbs.
A few hours later, I walk outside to see that the smoking was well on its way. The neighbor had set up the smoker in his driveway. There was so much smoke coming out of that smoker, I had to go check it out. I asked him how much wood chips did he put into the smoker. Answer: "I filled it up"! I went to lift the lid, Oh Lord! That turkey was literally black from all the smoke coming out of that smoker!
I lifted the smoker off the burner, and sure enough, the pan was full of mesquite chunks. Using some tongs, I pulled out as much as I could. Told the neighbor to let it go for a few hours, and to check the meat temperature to around 180 degrees.
Later in the day, I could tell that the cooking process must be complete, because no more smoke was coming out of the smoker. Neighbor came out and yelled "did you know that there was a turkey neck up in that thing?" I immediately think, OMG! I ask "what about the gab of innards"? Reply: "bag of what?" This guy is killing me.....
We go into the kitchen to inspect the bird. The skin has constricted tightly all over the bird from the hours of smoke. I take a kitchen knife and open up the neck area, and sure enough, there is a well done bag of turkey innards!
Learned my lesson. When someone asks how to cook something, I now start at ground Zero!
Ice Cream:
One Fourth of July, the neighbor with the pool decided he was gonna cook for the neighborhood. He had the pool, so the rest of us were always bringing the food. The menu was pork loin with navy beans, watermelon, and homemade ice cream.
The beans and pork were awesome. We couldn't wait for dessert! Cut the watermelon, only to discover that it was over ripe. No biggie, the ice cream was almost ready. The flavor of the day was butter pecan. My initial thought was dude, start with vanilla!
The motor finally stalled. The anticipation was building. The first scoops went to the young ladies in the crowd. They each took a bite, and they all had the weirdest looks on their faces. A couple more bites were all they could take. The adults took a nibble, only to discover that the ice cream was full of salt! What the hell????
The first item of suspect was the pecans that he put into the mixer. Nope, they were unsalted. We then examined the mixer. To our surprise the neighbor had plugged up the drain hole, since he didn't want salt water draining into his sink. You gotta be kidding me! The salt that was added to the mixer eventually melted the ice, creating salt water, which worked its way into the cream bucket. Never in my years have I ever had this happen!
Always remember to check the ice to salt ratio, and make sure the drain plug ain't stopped up!
Stuffed Bell Peppers:
Young Son decided he wanted to cook for the family. He decided on a five cheese macaroni casserole and stuffed bell peppers. That night, I went to the store and got all of the ingredients. I asked Young Son if he wanted to go ahead and do all the food prep that night and just put the pans in the oven in the morning. Young Son said, no, that he wanted to do it all fresh. I asked again, response: Dad, "its just a recipe".
Next day, Young Son got busy in the kitchen. He was very organized. Mom came in to help. but Young Son said "no thanks Mom, its just a recipe".
I must say, it sure looked impressive. The mac and cheese looked absolutely delicious. The five cheeses did not disappoint the taste buds. I get to the stuffed bell pepper, and it was cooked to perfection. After a few bites, I notice that there is a whole lot of rice in every bite, but very little of the other ingredients. I ask, "son, you sure you got this right?" "Yes, Dad, I followed the instructions" was his reply.
On further inspection of the recipe, it did ask for one cup of rice. One cup of COOKED rice. Whoops!
The meal was enjoyed by all. Young Son took the ribbing really well, considering "it was just a recipe"!
Retired in 2012. I'm trying to out run old age and boredom. So far, I'm winning the race!
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Sunday, October 27, 2013
Chevron Chicken on a Stick
I've heard about it, read about it, been tempted a few times, but never actually stopped at the Chevron near the Square for their famous chicken on a stick.
The Chevron station is located near the Square, at the intersection of Lamar and University Avenue. Abners is located across the street. Stopping there in the middle of the day is not an option. The experience has to be late at night on game day. Students, for years, have been stopping by here before venturing deeper into the nightlife further into the happenings in and around the Square. Always short of cash, its a quick, cheap fried treat all college students enjoy before blowing the rest of their weekend budget in one of the many watering holes that line the square.
Sometime this year, I put together a short informal bucket list for the remainder of the year. At the top of the list was this Chicken on a stick experience. Been to Oxford several times this year already, and it was either way too late in the night, or the line was out the door. On this day, we called it early, leaving with just a few minutes left in the third quarter, and the outcome of the game was a certainty.
With all out tailgate stuff packed up and stuffed in the KIA, it was time. I figured with the game still in play and the students already enjoying the Homecoming festivities at the Frat houses and off campus, surely the line would not be long.
The anticipation was building. It only got worse when the flashlight cop stopped my progress at an intersection. It was almost like he knew that I was on a mission, and he did everything in his power to delay my destiny! Students and fans were allowed to pass in all directions, taking their time, slowing crossing the intersection, and encouraging others to follow. Then cars in all the other lanes were allowed to pass. I kept busy by flexing my foot and ankle like I was revving up the engine waiting for the green flag to go!
Finally! We arrived, and YES! a short line! I pulled into one of the gas pumps closest to Lamar. I walked into the Chevron and was immediately was aroused by the smell of that aroma coming out of the food counter. They had chicken strips, chicken nuggets, jojo taters, and the one item that has been on my want list all season, the chicken on a stick!
While in line, I did a quick look around. I noticed a sign outside announcing the newly installed "Beer Cave" with the coldest beer in town. This is a new novelty in Oxford. They have had beer for sale for years, but except for restaurants, it had always been sold hot. But not anymore! The order of the day was an ice cold 6-12 pack of your favorite brand and something fried out of the food counter. The young feller in front of me had his beer in hand. Clerk rang up the purchase and only asked for his birth date. Must have been a trick question because the clerk didn't look like too much of a math whiz to figure it out!
Got my order, back in the car, and off we went. To my delight, the treat was all fried chicken and stick! None of that filler of onion, pickle and tater. This treat was not a disappointment. Best fried chicken late night treat I'd had in years! Too bad I was driving, a beer to wash it down would have made it even better!
Next time you are in Oxford for a Football Saturday night game, stop by and give it a try. Another item off my list!
The Chevron station is located near the Square, at the intersection of Lamar and University Avenue. Abners is located across the street. Stopping there in the middle of the day is not an option. The experience has to be late at night on game day. Students, for years, have been stopping by here before venturing deeper into the nightlife further into the happenings in and around the Square. Always short of cash, its a quick, cheap fried treat all college students enjoy before blowing the rest of their weekend budget in one of the many watering holes that line the square.
Sometime this year, I put together a short informal bucket list for the remainder of the year. At the top of the list was this Chicken on a stick experience. Been to Oxford several times this year already, and it was either way too late in the night, or the line was out the door. On this day, we called it early, leaving with just a few minutes left in the third quarter, and the outcome of the game was a certainty.
With all out tailgate stuff packed up and stuffed in the KIA, it was time. I figured with the game still in play and the students already enjoying the Homecoming festivities at the Frat houses and off campus, surely the line would not be long.
The anticipation was building. It only got worse when the flashlight cop stopped my progress at an intersection. It was almost like he knew that I was on a mission, and he did everything in his power to delay my destiny! Students and fans were allowed to pass in all directions, taking their time, slowing crossing the intersection, and encouraging others to follow. Then cars in all the other lanes were allowed to pass. I kept busy by flexing my foot and ankle like I was revving up the engine waiting for the green flag to go!
Finally! We arrived, and YES! a short line! I pulled into one of the gas pumps closest to Lamar. I walked into the Chevron and was immediately was aroused by the smell of that aroma coming out of the food counter. They had chicken strips, chicken nuggets, jojo taters, and the one item that has been on my want list all season, the chicken on a stick!
While in line, I did a quick look around. I noticed a sign outside announcing the newly installed "Beer Cave" with the coldest beer in town. This is a new novelty in Oxford. They have had beer for sale for years, but except for restaurants, it had always been sold hot. But not anymore! The order of the day was an ice cold 6-12 pack of your favorite brand and something fried out of the food counter. The young feller in front of me had his beer in hand. Clerk rang up the purchase and only asked for his birth date. Must have been a trick question because the clerk didn't look like too much of a math whiz to figure it out!
Got my order, back in the car, and off we went. To my delight, the treat was all fried chicken and stick! None of that filler of onion, pickle and tater. This treat was not a disappointment. Best fried chicken late night treat I'd had in years! Too bad I was driving, a beer to wash it down would have made it even better!
Next time you are in Oxford for a Football Saturday night game, stop by and give it a try. Another item off my list!
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Live Oaks Live On
Katrina. What a powerful storm you were. What mankind builds, Mother nature can take away in an instant. The days following the storm have long past, but the effects of her rage still linger.
Riding Highway 90 this morning has left quite an impression on me. The Biloxi Lighthouse, the solitary soldier that stood guard during the storm still stands.
Gone are the stately houses that once lined this once grand boulevard. Lots of for sale signs on the spaces where those houses stood. But, as you look at the empty spaces, you realize they are not empty at all. Those mighty live oaks have not gone anywhere. They have stood the test of time. The survived Camille in the 1960's and they have survived Katrina.
In the devastation that remained after the storm, some have found beauty. Some of those mighty live oak trees did not survive the storm rage and will never put on their beautiful green colors. Instead, they have been transformed into artful reminders of the beauties of this part of the state.
Here are some pictures of what remains of these once graceful oaks:
The area is still, slowly coming back. The casinos are in full swing. Restaurants are being built in the vacant spaces, but are now up on stilts, man's attempt at teasing Mother Nature. We will see. But those grand live oak trees are here to stay, just you wait and see........
Riding Highway 90 this morning has left quite an impression on me. The Biloxi Lighthouse, the solitary soldier that stood guard during the storm still stands.
Gone are the stately houses that once lined this once grand boulevard. Lots of for sale signs on the spaces where those houses stood. But, as you look at the empty spaces, you realize they are not empty at all. Those mighty live oaks have not gone anywhere. They have stood the test of time. The survived Camille in the 1960's and they have survived Katrina.
In the devastation that remained after the storm, some have found beauty. Some of those mighty live oak trees did not survive the storm rage and will never put on their beautiful green colors. Instead, they have been transformed into artful reminders of the beauties of this part of the state.
Here are some pictures of what remains of these once graceful oaks:
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Game Day Oxford, Top Ten and then Some
Welcome to Game Day. Oxford. This place is like no other on a fall Saturday afternoon when Football Saturday is in full swing. It is hard to describe all of the sights, sounds and smells that come with an event like this.
The campus is nestled up next to the town of Oxford. The town center has what is known as the Square, which can be accessed by the Lamar Street exit off of Highway 6. Might do a blog post just on "the Square" one day. As you approach the Square, you reach the intersection of University Avenue, which leads to the campus. The atmosphere here is like no other.
A picture can speak a thousand words, so here are some of the sights of this great day:
University Avenue is a major traffic feed to the campus. The Double Decker bus shuttle is a big attraction that runs from the Square to the campus prior to game time. Good luck making your way back, all on foot. You can see that the trees have begun their fall color display.
As you cross the bridge on University Avenue into "God's country" you are greeted with banners in the sky
Here is a student that has just learned the lesson about "cover it up" when bringing "adult beverages" onto campus. You can buy them their books, sent them to school, put the thinking, they have to figure out on their own! I counted at least 20 cases of beer that were stopped from entering the area, and the offending party gets to pop and pour it all out on the ground. A lesson you should only learn once!
My friend Tracey demonstrating the finer art of pouring a beer discreetly, right in front of the Popo tent. I provided my handy dandy land shark bottle opener. Girls, you've got to remember to bring the opener on certain bands. Damn Rookies!
The ticket scalpers were in full swing, yelling "who's got tickets, who needs tickets!"
The loading zone warning placard. Do not overstay and do not bring in certain items in the "Grove". I was there the weekend before these signs went up. Some nut had a cheap portable propane grill that caught on fire and almost blew up with two small cylinders of gas attached. A fire extinguisher saved the day.
A trip to the Grove is not complete without a visit to or a picture with the "Hotty Toddy Potty". In addition to the mobile potty trailers their are port-a-johns everywhere. One poor fellow could not make it, went to the side of a building, and relieved himself in the bushes. UPD was right behind him. He should have held it just a bit longer, as he got himself a free ride to the police station!
This is my buddy Peyton, enjoying one of my "Rebel Dawg Bone" cookie treats I made for the day
I did not try striking a match off of this ole gal, but I imagine she started a few fires in boys hearts before the end of the night!
One of the fancier grill contraptions. This one is on the road that circles "The Grove", so technically it is not "in" the grove.
Here is a major power source during Game Day Saturday. Generators are on the forbidden list, but are found throughout the campus in areas adjacent to "the Grove". After the incident with the grill that almost exploded, the "Gove" was wired with lighting and electrical outlets for the convenience of the fans.
Some of the Pagentry of the day. Tents, chairs,decorations, and of course, satellite dishes.
When LSU comes to town, Ole Miss fans humor themselves by tempting the unsuspecting LSU fans with the "corn dog on a string" trick. You will have to google the story about "the corndog"!
This is the beginning of the "Walk of Champions", where the football team begins its walk to the football stadium prior to game time. This experience is one of the big selling points to new recruits.
If you prefer to have your tailgate food catered, the University is more than happy to provide.
Chicken strip tray that didn't make it to the table. Doubt if the owners starved to death. Food, and drink is aplenty, you don't have to ask. Just come on in and enjoy the party!
This is the traffic lane used during the "Walk of Champions". You can literally walk though here stepping from one head to the next without missing a step. Over 60,000 people were in attendance at the game, so you can only guess how many were crammed in between the oak trees of "The Grove".
Two students from Washington State
Cousin Brenton with bookend sisters from California. One is a freshman at Ole Miss and the other attends the University of Tennessee. There is just something about the South!
Some of my "Rebellion" crew celebrating the big win!
Statue of the Confederate officer that tips his hat when a virgin walks by. He doesn't tip his has as often these days.....
Elvis was in the house, large and in charge, singing away, away Dixieland!
The Spousal Unit and her two sisters. Notice the family traits? I got the best of the bunch!
The Spousal Unit. She was "happy, happy, happy" after this win over LSU
Chevron Station near the Square that is famous for its Fried Chicken on a Stick. The line is down the street full of hungry college kids needing their cheap late night fix. Its on my bucket list, line is just too long.
This ole boy is one pooped puppy. We stayed to the end to get everything packed up. Kudos to Mike and the gang for a great time. Our car was the last one in our designated parking lot. Makes for a less hectic trip out of town. Car pulled into the drive way around 3:00 a.m. Starting to thinks its time for the next generation to take over all the prep and take down.
Saturday, October 19, 2013
Ain't Technology Great!
Last year we switched everything to Uverse: phone, Internet and cable TV. Took the install guy over half a day, but he got it done. New wiring from the main box, new line into the house, and remote boxes that work of the primary, plus a new wireless router for Internet. Everything has been awesome, with a glitch, here and there.
Every now and then, the signal would drop. To the surprise of the spousal unit, she lost a phone call in the middle of a conversation. Recently, we have been experiencing signal drops much more often. Finally, we decided it was time to put in a service call.
Uverse is part of AT&T. Typically, for customer service, you call one number for a repair. Ah, but not with AT&T. Uverse has its own separate customer service unit. We learned long ago that making a phone call is pretty much an effort in futility. First you have to find the right number, have your account code, and sit on hold and wait, and wait and wait. There has to be a better way, right?
With this service call, I got smart. OK, I thought, just go online, and contact AT&T Uverse through their website. Ha! Getting to the website was the easy part. Next, you have to sign in to your account. Well, your Uverse account is different from your AT&T account, which now is just the cellular service. I got through all of this. Now to make contact!
After about fifteen minutes of searching, I finally get to the customer service section of the site. Everything is automated. It push me into doing "self diagnostics". This merely validated that I had a signal feed connected to Uverse, well DUH.... I then accidentally find the "live chat" link. The sucker is now flashing "all customer service reps are busy". Gee, I could have gotten that over the phone! I initiate a contact and begin to wait. Guess what, signal drops! Starting all over again....
I reconnect with the customer service link once the signal comes back. I have an online chat with Ieesha. I tell her our issues of the signal dropping. She is able to confirm that I have a signal. She asks me to verify the color of the lights displaying on the equipment. Up the stairs I go. After 40 minutes of online conversation, she decides that Uverse needs to send a technician out to monitor the line. If he has to enter the house, there is a flat $99 fee. I have been at this now, from start to finish, for over an hour and a half, and she finally decides to send a technician. Ain't technology great! The technician would be here the next day, from 4-8 pm to monitor the signal activity.
Technician arrives, and jumps right in. He hooks into the smart box, the the words :you gotta be kidding me" come rolling off his tongue. It seems that Ieesha "reset" our system. "Resetting" the system ERASES all of the signal activity that has been stored in the box. After shaking his head, he looks at us, and says, "congratulations! you get all new equipment". since all the history has been wiped clean! He was not happy. We just wanted an uninterrupted signal! Hour and a half later, we had all new equipment, even new wiring from the outside box to the inside equipment. Ain't technology great!
Technician packed up his equipment and apologized for the length of his stay. He said, if this doesn't fix your problem, then the problem would be at the switch box down the street, and that would be a "bugger bear" to figure out. Ain't technology great, buggers and all!
So far, so good. Two days later, and no signal drops. Ain't technology great!
Every now and then, the signal would drop. To the surprise of the spousal unit, she lost a phone call in the middle of a conversation. Recently, we have been experiencing signal drops much more often. Finally, we decided it was time to put in a service call.
Uverse is part of AT&T. Typically, for customer service, you call one number for a repair. Ah, but not with AT&T. Uverse has its own separate customer service unit. We learned long ago that making a phone call is pretty much an effort in futility. First you have to find the right number, have your account code, and sit on hold and wait, and wait and wait. There has to be a better way, right?
With this service call, I got smart. OK, I thought, just go online, and contact AT&T Uverse through their website. Ha! Getting to the website was the easy part. Next, you have to sign in to your account. Well, your Uverse account is different from your AT&T account, which now is just the cellular service. I got through all of this. Now to make contact!
After about fifteen minutes of searching, I finally get to the customer service section of the site. Everything is automated. It push me into doing "self diagnostics". This merely validated that I had a signal feed connected to Uverse, well DUH.... I then accidentally find the "live chat" link. The sucker is now flashing "all customer service reps are busy". Gee, I could have gotten that over the phone! I initiate a contact and begin to wait. Guess what, signal drops! Starting all over again....
I reconnect with the customer service link once the signal comes back. I have an online chat with Ieesha. I tell her our issues of the signal dropping. She is able to confirm that I have a signal. She asks me to verify the color of the lights displaying on the equipment. Up the stairs I go. After 40 minutes of online conversation, she decides that Uverse needs to send a technician out to monitor the line. If he has to enter the house, there is a flat $99 fee. I have been at this now, from start to finish, for over an hour and a half, and she finally decides to send a technician. Ain't technology great! The technician would be here the next day, from 4-8 pm to monitor the signal activity.
Technician arrives, and jumps right in. He hooks into the smart box, the the words :you gotta be kidding me" come rolling off his tongue. It seems that Ieesha "reset" our system. "Resetting" the system ERASES all of the signal activity that has been stored in the box. After shaking his head, he looks at us, and says, "congratulations! you get all new equipment". since all the history has been wiped clean! He was not happy. We just wanted an uninterrupted signal! Hour and a half later, we had all new equipment, even new wiring from the outside box to the inside equipment. Ain't technology great!
Technician packed up his equipment and apologized for the length of his stay. He said, if this doesn't fix your problem, then the problem would be at the switch box down the street, and that would be a "bugger bear" to figure out. Ain't technology great, buggers and all!
So far, so good. Two days later, and no signal drops. Ain't technology great!
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
It's Fall Ya'll
Now that summer is officially over, it is time to move on to the next season of the year called Fall.
I'm still wearing my flippers and shorts. Tried wearing a pair of blue jeans but with all the mugginess hanging in the air, I converted to a pair of jean shorts instead. Before I could get my trusty KIA loaded up for a road trip to Inverness, I was already breaking out in a sweat! Humidity in the South only goes away briefly during the coldest of days.
I had a delivery of benches to make to one of my favorite "cousin-in-laws". She wanted them to put around her fire pit. There is nothing more relaxing than spending time with family and friends around a fire. Someone will show up with the fixings for smores (graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey bars). You sit back, prop up your feet, wrap up in a blanket, and join in on the story telling and laughter. You have to remember to rotate, because one side will be fire and the other will be ice. I have crawled in the bed a many a night to be greeted by an ice cold butt when I go to snuggle!
As you reach the edges of the Delta, you can see that the changes of fall are beginning. As you drive you can see the tree lines begin to change color. Its a much smaller seasonal change that what you get in the mountains, but its there, if you take the time to look.
A common comment you always hear about the Delta is that it is so flat, and there are very few trees. That is now changing. The ground is still flat, but in tracts of land that had been cleared years ago to grow soybeans, acres and acres of hardwood trees are being planted. This is one of those government funded projects to reforest wetland areas.
The fields of corn, rice, soybeans and cotton are much different now. Gone are the lush green fields of spring and summer. The tall rows of corn stalks have already been harvested, combined down and now mulch that will add nutrients for the next planting season. The rice, which turns from lush green to a golden wave as its blown about by the breeze is gone too. There are some soybeans still out there. What was once lush in an army of green leaves are now individual stalks standing at attention in single file. The combine will be here shortly.
Cotton, which was once the mighty "King of the Delta", is becoming harder and harder to find. The costs of production have driven farmers to other crops or out of business all together. In past years, you would immediately know you were in the Delta just from the sight of miles and miles of cotton bolls that have burst open with the South's version of "white powder". You could look on the side of the road and see what looked like road litter all along your path. This was not your average highway trash. This my friend was the "yellow brick road" to the cotton gin! The cotton trailers would be stuffed over the top with the pickings of the day, and the road would get a coating from the loose cotton fibers that would blow off the top. These days, cotton is either stacked in modules or rolled up like hay bales and are picked up by a gin truck for processing.
Some farmers are already plowing their fields into neat rows for next spring's planting season. In the old days rice fields would be burned off to get rid of the straw. But now, with green practices, are reseeded in the spring using "no-tillage" planting. Some corn fields are replanted in the same manner. Now that the row crop harvest season has come to an end, the Delta folks turn their attentions to a different harvest season, deer hunting! Colder temperatures will be here. Thanksgiving will lead into the Christmas season, and then spring will be just around the corner, and the cycle of colors will begin once again. And yes, Flip flop weather will be here again before you know it!
Happy Fall Ya'll!
I'm still wearing my flippers and shorts. Tried wearing a pair of blue jeans but with all the mugginess hanging in the air, I converted to a pair of jean shorts instead. Before I could get my trusty KIA loaded up for a road trip to Inverness, I was already breaking out in a sweat! Humidity in the South only goes away briefly during the coldest of days.
I had a delivery of benches to make to one of my favorite "cousin-in-laws". She wanted them to put around her fire pit. There is nothing more relaxing than spending time with family and friends around a fire. Someone will show up with the fixings for smores (graham crackers, marshmallows, and Hershey bars). You sit back, prop up your feet, wrap up in a blanket, and join in on the story telling and laughter. You have to remember to rotate, because one side will be fire and the other will be ice. I have crawled in the bed a many a night to be greeted by an ice cold butt when I go to snuggle!
As you reach the edges of the Delta, you can see that the changes of fall are beginning. As you drive you can see the tree lines begin to change color. Its a much smaller seasonal change that what you get in the mountains, but its there, if you take the time to look.
A common comment you always hear about the Delta is that it is so flat, and there are very few trees. That is now changing. The ground is still flat, but in tracts of land that had been cleared years ago to grow soybeans, acres and acres of hardwood trees are being planted. This is one of those government funded projects to reforest wetland areas.
The fields of corn, rice, soybeans and cotton are much different now. Gone are the lush green fields of spring and summer. The tall rows of corn stalks have already been harvested, combined down and now mulch that will add nutrients for the next planting season. The rice, which turns from lush green to a golden wave as its blown about by the breeze is gone too. There are some soybeans still out there. What was once lush in an army of green leaves are now individual stalks standing at attention in single file. The combine will be here shortly.
Cotton, which was once the mighty "King of the Delta", is becoming harder and harder to find. The costs of production have driven farmers to other crops or out of business all together. In past years, you would immediately know you were in the Delta just from the sight of miles and miles of cotton bolls that have burst open with the South's version of "white powder". You could look on the side of the road and see what looked like road litter all along your path. This was not your average highway trash. This my friend was the "yellow brick road" to the cotton gin! The cotton trailers would be stuffed over the top with the pickings of the day, and the road would get a coating from the loose cotton fibers that would blow off the top. These days, cotton is either stacked in modules or rolled up like hay bales and are picked up by a gin truck for processing.
Some farmers are already plowing their fields into neat rows for next spring's planting season. In the old days rice fields would be burned off to get rid of the straw. But now, with green practices, are reseeded in the spring using "no-tillage" planting. Some corn fields are replanted in the same manner. Now that the row crop harvest season has come to an end, the Delta folks turn their attentions to a different harvest season, deer hunting! Colder temperatures will be here. Thanksgiving will lead into the Christmas season, and then spring will be just around the corner, and the cycle of colors will begin once again. And yes, Flip flop weather will be here again before you know it!
Happy Fall Ya'll!
Monday, October 14, 2013
Tailgating Backup Plan
Every experienced tailgater always has a backup plan, hopefully for everything that can go wrong, and then some. You plan for days and weeks in hopes that the event will go off without a hitch. But, just in case, its best to have a few backup plans just in case. This past week was no exception.
Everyone had great expectations for a great day of football. I was up early, noticed a few clouds, and that the temp was somewhat cool. Did my errands, dropped off all the supplies at the tailgate spot, then back to the condo to wake up the others with the hot smell of Shipley Donuts, right out of the grease!
We arrive at "The Grove" and notice some dark rain clouds fast approaching. So much for that 5-10% chance of rain. But never fear, our backup plan was rain gear in tow. Dropped the ladies off with the second load of party supplies and off to park we went. Quick fancy U-turn and we were headed for our designated parking lot, the Ford Center. Friend Jim and I began our climb up the road when all of a sudden, a huge gust of wind comes barreling through! The plastic road barriers are flying all over the place. I tent awning with canopy began tumbling through the parking lot, finally coming to rest on a ADA golf cart with the driver still in the front seat. He looked up at us, and said "did you see that?" "I think I just wet my pants"! The canopy ended up on the pot-a-johns which actually has an occupant. He came out, tripping on the canopy, yelling "what the hell?" Friend Jim and I just looked at each other, grinned, then picked up the pace, to check on everyone else at the tailgate spot.
There they were, ten or so poor soles, all huddled up in one big family under a 12x12 tent along with food, tables and chairs, barely room for two more needing a beer! By now the bottom had fallen out, water was everywhere, we were laughing, and some were saying "what are we gonna do"? Friend Jim looked up and saw a group of students walking, all soaking wet, One of them, a young lady, learned her weather lesson, to never wear white after Labor Day. She had on a seer linen white dress, and as she passed, you could plainly see the outline of her thong undies! Her Momma would be mortified! And to think, I MISSED it!
The rain subsided, and we went into quick action. AC asked "has it stopped"? I said yes'm, and she began to unfold and set up chairs. A wind gust came through, and we were plummeted with more water. AC yells "you said it had stopped"! Bless her blonde heart, the water was from the tree above. (Love blondes!)
Brought two chafing dishes this time and I was prepared! Water was in an empty gallon milk jug and I had 8 long burning sternos. I brought a butane tabletop burner and had the water in the chafing dishes hot in no time. Brisket and Rotel dip were ready in about 15 minutes. (learned the lesson that sterno takes a long time to heat up water).
We strung the rope lights for use after the game. Power source was to come from a marine battery and a power inverter, works great! Our spot is in an area covered in pine straw. Several went and grabbed additional straw and magnolia leaves to fill in some of the spots that were now muddy pools just waiting for a woman in heels to find.
The afternoon went off without a hitch. Lots of friends came by with a hunger for some "meat", their chip and dip and finger sandwiches weren't cutting it and they knew we would not disappoint! For fun, and since it was blue day, I had added blue food coloring to the cheese straws. They disappeared in minutes. The Mississippi sugar cookies were iced in blue and they did not last the night.
The game was exciting, but a disappointing outcome. Back to the tent we go! Everyone is always looking for another bite to eat before packing up. I hurriedly attempted to hook up the lighting system. Never get in a hurry. Hooked that sucker up backwards, and I here "pop". Blew the fuses. As Bobby Bowden would say "well dadgum!" Never fear, backup plan in hand. I brought a lantern that burned the same fuel as the stove top. Bingo! Instant lighting, after several "dadgums #$%^!!
With the "new" parking plan, it is impossible for 60,000 fans to leave in any orderly fashion. I had my trusty ole fold up wagon, and a rolling ice chest. We were able to pack up everything but the two extra chairs, which we donated to the crew for future events. Made it to the truck in no time, but it took almost 2 hours to get on University Ave, then Lamar, to then cross Highway 6.
Another football Saturday in the books. Time to begin planning the next one, with backup plans!
Everyone had great expectations for a great day of football. I was up early, noticed a few clouds, and that the temp was somewhat cool. Did my errands, dropped off all the supplies at the tailgate spot, then back to the condo to wake up the others with the hot smell of Shipley Donuts, right out of the grease!
We arrive at "The Grove" and notice some dark rain clouds fast approaching. So much for that 5-10% chance of rain. But never fear, our backup plan was rain gear in tow. Dropped the ladies off with the second load of party supplies and off to park we went. Quick fancy U-turn and we were headed for our designated parking lot, the Ford Center. Friend Jim and I began our climb up the road when all of a sudden, a huge gust of wind comes barreling through! The plastic road barriers are flying all over the place. I tent awning with canopy began tumbling through the parking lot, finally coming to rest on a ADA golf cart with the driver still in the front seat. He looked up at us, and said "did you see that?" "I think I just wet my pants"! The canopy ended up on the pot-a-johns which actually has an occupant. He came out, tripping on the canopy, yelling "what the hell?" Friend Jim and I just looked at each other, grinned, then picked up the pace, to check on everyone else at the tailgate spot.
There they were, ten or so poor soles, all huddled up in one big family under a 12x12 tent along with food, tables and chairs, barely room for two more needing a beer! By now the bottom had fallen out, water was everywhere, we were laughing, and some were saying "what are we gonna do"? Friend Jim looked up and saw a group of students walking, all soaking wet, One of them, a young lady, learned her weather lesson, to never wear white after Labor Day. She had on a seer linen white dress, and as she passed, you could plainly see the outline of her thong undies! Her Momma would be mortified! And to think, I MISSED it!
The rain subsided, and we went into quick action. AC asked "has it stopped"? I said yes'm, and she began to unfold and set up chairs. A wind gust came through, and we were plummeted with more water. AC yells "you said it had stopped"! Bless her blonde heart, the water was from the tree above. (Love blondes!)
Brought two chafing dishes this time and I was prepared! Water was in an empty gallon milk jug and I had 8 long burning sternos. I brought a butane tabletop burner and had the water in the chafing dishes hot in no time. Brisket and Rotel dip were ready in about 15 minutes. (learned the lesson that sterno takes a long time to heat up water).
We strung the rope lights for use after the game. Power source was to come from a marine battery and a power inverter, works great! Our spot is in an area covered in pine straw. Several went and grabbed additional straw and magnolia leaves to fill in some of the spots that were now muddy pools just waiting for a woman in heels to find.
The afternoon went off without a hitch. Lots of friends came by with a hunger for some "meat", their chip and dip and finger sandwiches weren't cutting it and they knew we would not disappoint! For fun, and since it was blue day, I had added blue food coloring to the cheese straws. They disappeared in minutes. The Mississippi sugar cookies were iced in blue and they did not last the night.
The game was exciting, but a disappointing outcome. Back to the tent we go! Everyone is always looking for another bite to eat before packing up. I hurriedly attempted to hook up the lighting system. Never get in a hurry. Hooked that sucker up backwards, and I here "pop". Blew the fuses. As Bobby Bowden would say "well dadgum!" Never fear, backup plan in hand. I brought a lantern that burned the same fuel as the stove top. Bingo! Instant lighting, after several "dadgums #$%^!!
With the "new" parking plan, it is impossible for 60,000 fans to leave in any orderly fashion. I had my trusty ole fold up wagon, and a rolling ice chest. We were able to pack up everything but the two extra chairs, which we donated to the crew for future events. Made it to the truck in no time, but it took almost 2 hours to get on University Ave, then Lamar, to then cross Highway 6.
Another football Saturday in the books. Time to begin planning the next one, with backup plans!
Sunday, October 6, 2013
Surprise!
Tailgating in Starkvegas yesterday was full of surprises.
We packed our rain gear, expecting the worst, and to our delight, we were welcomed by a clear, cool, fall day. That turned into one hot, muggy afternoon that never relented! All the water and most everything else that was liquid was consumed, leaving nothing but melted ice water.
With the heat, few of the tailgators were interested in eating hot food. The leftover brisket and jambalaya went to the guys that stayed to help with the take down and loading up.
The funniest sight of the day was watching everyone set up their satellite dishes. Some were pros, and were done in minutes. Others didn't have a clue and came running for help from those that were already tuned into King RTR chopping up its latest victim.
I had the pleasure of meeting Darrell Moore (if memory serves me right). Darrell is in his second stint of coaching footfall in Atlanta Georgia. Darrell was large and in charge, setting up a set of six tents, in orderly fashion. Shading screens were installed, and even all the steaks were driven firmly into the ground. Darrell was not about to let Mother nature interfere with his campsite like she did at the last home game. Darrell is famous for one play during his time playing for Emory Bullard. Darrell was the field goal snapper for Artie Cosbie (sp) for that field goal attempt during which God intervened and blew that kick back just as the ball was splitting the uprights!
We had quite a few visitors, which are always welcome. The kids, as expected were more interested in playing "can jam" and with the large crowd in the Junction, they set up their station in one of the few remaining open areas.
Before you knew it, game time. We had a flyover of four antique airplanes leaving a trail of colorful smoke. Their timing was a little off, but it added to the excitement and anticipation of the opening kickoff. State held its own through the third quarter, but as with most LSU games, the wheels fell off. Future looks bright for next year, from what I saw from the young talent playing their hearts out.
I had been drinking beer at the tailgate, and my bladder usually tells me when its time to enter the stadium, for some gravity relief. For a minute there, I thought I was in the women's restroom line because the line was backed up into the concession line. I hoped one didn't feed the other! Got to my seat, with super sized drink in hand. The whole time I'm watching the game, I'm thinking something is not right. I head back down stairs and for the second time, more backed up lines. Made it to my assigned station, and relief! Or so I thought. Out came red, and my immediate thought was kidney stone. Movement kicked in big time, and its like, been here, done this several times before. Fortunately, the stone was already in my bladder. Spousal unit had some lortab and that helped till the stone movement stopped.
This was confirmation that the unexpected can strike you at any time, even in the middle of a big SEC football game. Time to get your life straight people. Get that annual physical. And yes, as you reach the magic age of 50, schedule to have your plumbing checked.
Life is good, all the time, but occasionally you get surprises along the way. I got mine. Hope you are ready for yours!
We packed our rain gear, expecting the worst, and to our delight, we were welcomed by a clear, cool, fall day. That turned into one hot, muggy afternoon that never relented! All the water and most everything else that was liquid was consumed, leaving nothing but melted ice water.
With the heat, few of the tailgators were interested in eating hot food. The leftover brisket and jambalaya went to the guys that stayed to help with the take down and loading up.
The funniest sight of the day was watching everyone set up their satellite dishes. Some were pros, and were done in minutes. Others didn't have a clue and came running for help from those that were already tuned into King RTR chopping up its latest victim.
I had the pleasure of meeting Darrell Moore (if memory serves me right). Darrell is in his second stint of coaching footfall in Atlanta Georgia. Darrell was large and in charge, setting up a set of six tents, in orderly fashion. Shading screens were installed, and even all the steaks were driven firmly into the ground. Darrell was not about to let Mother nature interfere with his campsite like she did at the last home game. Darrell is famous for one play during his time playing for Emory Bullard. Darrell was the field goal snapper for Artie Cosbie (sp) for that field goal attempt during which God intervened and blew that kick back just as the ball was splitting the uprights!
We had quite a few visitors, which are always welcome. The kids, as expected were more interested in playing "can jam" and with the large crowd in the Junction, they set up their station in one of the few remaining open areas.
Before you knew it, game time. We had a flyover of four antique airplanes leaving a trail of colorful smoke. Their timing was a little off, but it added to the excitement and anticipation of the opening kickoff. State held its own through the third quarter, but as with most LSU games, the wheels fell off. Future looks bright for next year, from what I saw from the young talent playing their hearts out.
I had been drinking beer at the tailgate, and my bladder usually tells me when its time to enter the stadium, for some gravity relief. For a minute there, I thought I was in the women's restroom line because the line was backed up into the concession line. I hoped one didn't feed the other! Got to my seat, with super sized drink in hand. The whole time I'm watching the game, I'm thinking something is not right. I head back down stairs and for the second time, more backed up lines. Made it to my assigned station, and relief! Or so I thought. Out came red, and my immediate thought was kidney stone. Movement kicked in big time, and its like, been here, done this several times before. Fortunately, the stone was already in my bladder. Spousal unit had some lortab and that helped till the stone movement stopped.
This was confirmation that the unexpected can strike you at any time, even in the middle of a big SEC football game. Time to get your life straight people. Get that annual physical. And yes, as you reach the magic age of 50, schedule to have your plumbing checked.
Life is good, all the time, but occasionally you get surprises along the way. I got mine. Hope you are ready for yours!
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Bob, "The Grin"
I've got a FB friend that some of you know. Went to the same high school growing up. He was in my sister's class, four years behind. He even took her to their high school prom. This guy is as "Crusty" as they come. He says what ever comes to mind, no holds barred. He is an avid MSU Bulldog fan, till the day he dies. He is one of the hardest working people that I know. I don't think that that are many people that put in as many hours in a week as this guy. I have often wondered what made this guy tick, and have found a few clues in some of his postings on Facebook. You have to look hard, and read between the lines, but if you dig deep enough, you will find quite a man in Bob, "the Grin", Buchanan.
I have wondered why he spends so much time working. He is the Frito-Lay guy of the Delta, has a pet spa called "Paradise Pet Spa" and works several other jobs when he is not asleep or supporting his Bulldogs. Bob doesn't post much about his personal life, but every now an then he will slip and post something like this:
I want to give a big shout out to my wife Julie Navarro Buchanan. She is the person that makes it all happen for me to be able to go to these out of town games. Julie is a bigger fan than I am. You all know how I feel about the Dawgs. Well multiply that times 2 and that is Julie.
But Julie can't attend out of town games. It takes luck just for her to attend a game in Starkville. Julie job will no...t allow her to take off. She worked at Wal Mart for 25 years. 3 years ago she came to me and told me she wanted to retire and take care of her mom. For the past 3 years Julie works 7 days a week,365 days a year,12 hours a day. No day off,no breaks and no vacations putting pictures up on FB with her feet in the sand. Her day starts at 6 in morning when she goes feed her mom. She then comes home and tries to get few hours sleep. She then goes back to her moms at noon and takes care of her until 10 or 11 at night. She does this with zero complaints. None. She just does it. She gets no pay for this. Her pay is the satisfaction she gets knowing that she is making her mom comfortable as she can as her mom struggles with severe Parkinson's disease. Put this in reality. Julie has worked over 1,200 days straight with no day off. Julie can't even spend Xmas day with us. She loves her niece and nephews so much but she never gets to see them.
Julie only got to go to one ball game last year. She got lucky and was able to take a few hours off. When I go to these out of own games she doesn't mine. She doesn't fuss. She doesn't complain. She just let me do what I do and thats why I love her. She us Superwoman. If you are on Julie page go give her a shout out to and show her some love. #igotbestwifeinworld
Now I have some insight on why he works so hard.
As I mentioned earlier, Bob is a bit "crusty". He can be hard to take, but with him, you get it all, a little bit of sugar, but mostly salt. He can occasionally be found at a couple of his favorite watering holes in the Indianola area, sipping on his favorite adult beverage. I'm sure that those folks in attendance get quite an ear full from one of the masters of "back atcha". If you listen carefully you can pick up on some words of wisdom that come from his lips. Here is a posting from Facebook from yesterday that led me to post this blog entry:
But Julie can't attend out of town games. It takes luck just for her to attend a game in Starkville. Julie job will no...t allow her to take off. She worked at Wal Mart for 25 years. 3 years ago she came to me and told me she wanted to retire and take care of her mom. For the past 3 years Julie works 7 days a week,365 days a year,12 hours a day. No day off,no breaks and no vacations putting pictures up on FB with her feet in the sand. Her day starts at 6 in morning when she goes feed her mom. She then comes home and tries to get few hours sleep. She then goes back to her moms at noon and takes care of her until 10 or 11 at night. She does this with zero complaints. None. She just does it. She gets no pay for this. Her pay is the satisfaction she gets knowing that she is making her mom comfortable as she can as her mom struggles with severe Parkinson's disease. Put this in reality. Julie has worked over 1,200 days straight with no day off. Julie can't even spend Xmas day with us. She loves her niece and nephews so much but she never gets to see them.
Julie only got to go to one ball game last year. She got lucky and was able to take a few hours off. When I go to these out of own games she doesn't mine. She doesn't fuss. She doesn't complain. She just let me do what I do and thats why I love her. She us Superwoman. If you are on Julie page go give her a shout out to and show her some love. #igotbestwifeinworld
Now I have some insight on why he works so hard.
As I mentioned earlier, Bob is a bit "crusty". He can be hard to take, but with him, you get it all, a little bit of sugar, but mostly salt. He can occasionally be found at a couple of his favorite watering holes in the Indianola area, sipping on his favorite adult beverage. I'm sure that those folks in attendance get quite an ear full from one of the masters of "back atcha". If you listen carefully you can pick up on some words of wisdom that come from his lips. Here is a posting from Facebook from yesterday that led me to post this blog entry:
As most of you know I have deactivated my FB account and I will deactivate again in the morning. But I felt the need to activate it tonight to share my feelings tonight about someone for my friends. It's something I enjoy doing. You all know who I want to talk about. Milton Steed. When Scott Shepherd told me this morning that Milton had passed away it really took a great day and turned it into a ...very you know what kind of day. I was floored. For the past 2 years Milton and I have talked some on here or the phone. We always said let's go out one night and have a couple of beers and catch up. We never did have those couple of beers and I thought about that all day. To change subject a sec I have made it clear to my 78 classmates that I have no desire ever for a reunion. I change my mind. I want one because you never know if those couple of beers will come up. Ole Milton was a talker. When he called you up it wasn't going to be a short conversation. One day last year I was running way behind on my route and Milton called. So I just let it ring and said I call him back when I catch up. Then 5 minutes later he called again,then 5 minutes later again. This time he left a voicemail and said "hey Little Buck call me back man,I know you busy but it only take a second". So I called him back. He was right. It only took an hour and a second but it was cool. Always enjoyed talking to him.
Life wasn't always easy for Milton(whose is)but he always came out on top. I don't know Milton wife Paula that well. I saw Milton at the store and he started talking about her and his eyes would just light up talking about her. It was quite clear to me he found his soul mate.
Milton was the 2nd best bass player I ever heard. The best bass player I ever heard was Kevin Mills-who was Milton mentor. And Milton will tell you the same thing. With Milton passing you immediately think of these people. Kevin Mills,Bobby and Billy Marquis and Duff Dorrough. I have friends on my FB page who are musicians and y'all are good-real good. But when those 5 men I just mention played together they were by far the most talent musicians to ever come out of the Delta-bar none. They each had their own personality,style and flair. When they played together they had the "IT" factor. I haven't seen the IT factor in a long time.
I also thought of Fletcher Edwards today where these guys use to rock his bar out with their southern rock and blues. If Marquis band was playing there and the show started at 9 you better get there by 7 for a seat. I thought of Arch Pearson who was a big part of this group. I thought of ole grouchy Fruits Majori today who was always around watching his buddies perform. All 8 men I have mention here were the nicest,kindest and just good hearted down to earth people I had the pleasure to know. For those of you who didn't get to see these people perform you missed out. For you Harper Valley Indianola people who didn't take the time to know these people you really missed out. You missed out big time.
RIP Milton#heavenrockingtonight
Life wasn't always easy for Milton(whose is)but he always came out on top. I don't know Milton wife Paula that well. I saw Milton at the store and he started talking about her and his eyes would just light up talking about her. It was quite clear to me he found his soul mate.
Milton was the 2nd best bass player I ever heard. The best bass player I ever heard was Kevin Mills-who was Milton mentor. And Milton will tell you the same thing. With Milton passing you immediately think of these people. Kevin Mills,Bobby and Billy Marquis and Duff Dorrough. I have friends on my FB page who are musicians and y'all are good-real good. But when those 5 men I just mention played together they were by far the most talent musicians to ever come out of the Delta-bar none. They each had their own personality,style and flair. When they played together they had the "IT" factor. I haven't seen the IT factor in a long time.
I also thought of Fletcher Edwards today where these guys use to rock his bar out with their southern rock and blues. If Marquis band was playing there and the show started at 9 you better get there by 7 for a seat. I thought of Arch Pearson who was a big part of this group. I thought of ole grouchy Fruits Majori today who was always around watching his buddies perform. All 8 men I have mention here were the nicest,kindest and just good hearted down to earth people I had the pleasure to know. For those of you who didn't get to see these people perform you missed out. For you Harper Valley Indianola people who didn't take the time to know these people you really missed out. You missed out big time.
RIP Milton#heavenrockingtonight
These words from Bob need to be put into a song. He had such devotion to these "music men of the Delta", none of which I had the pleasure of hearing in person. Please, take heed in the message he is conveying. Take the time, to stop, listen, and learn.
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