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The slaw for tonight. Cabbage, brussels sprouts, and carrots with a no mayo dressing of rice vinegar, salt, pepper, a little sugar, sesame oil, and olive oil.

They are in the Eureka Springs area. Lots of posts on Facebook from my friends there.

Main Course: Side: Carrot and radish salad

Since I started in the kitchen early, I kept going. The chili is two hours from service in the picture, but beginning to look like the real thing. And yes, I know many feel strongly that chili should not have beans. However, my wife likes a few black beans in the chili. She claims it is more civilized. You will note, I do not add many.

You too.

No, but we have a drive through.

Good Morning! Artichoke/spinach/feta/egg muffins for breakfast.

I have used the War Eagle for several years. I actually love vertical spooning. Late last summer I had several good walleye days withat technique. Caught several SM as well.

Those are lentils in my Keto, Paleo, South Beach, Atkins, Mediterranean, gluten free, sugar free, no red meat diet plan. Also no GMO or nuts.

Conquering isolation, one day at a time. How to use tuna.

By Gosh, By Golly, all of you are putting really great food out for you and your family/friends. I am humbled. Garlic shrimp, slightly curried rice pilaf, sauteed Brussels sprouts.

Tonight:

I hear you Bo. Part of why I risked (and sometimes lost) a marina slip with lift for all those years. Thieves may have stolen my sonar one time, but I never had to knife tires to get even.

I am 70 and I remember trips with my father where we caught only one or two fish like that. Later in life I took him fishing and he was happy to catch anything. Bless you and keep these pictures for your young men. Someday they will remember and thank god.

Devan, the population does not change in one year. While the year class may be up or down, the population spread covers a number of years. Several years in a row may make a serious difference, but from one year to the next, it is not population, it is location differences caused by things other than numbers. That is why some yeas are easy to find fish and others are not. 2010 - 2012 I was flat on the fish. My two largest came during that span. 2019, I struggled for almost 4 months. Then, in August on three consecutive trips, I scored 10 keepers that averaged nearly 4 pounds. Think long term and management.

Stealing my walleye, huh? Yes, I know that Tablerock spawn does not really contribute to the numbers and that it too must be stocked. AGFC considers both to be put and take. That is the reason I felt comfortable keeping all legals I caught. Until I had a freezer limit. BTW, all my walleye are gone. My wife is devastated.

After a long career abroad, Father Mulcahey was recalled to Ireland by his order. He left the mission in Africa with sadness , but obediently reported to his Bishop for a new assignment. “Francis, you have served the order well, and we feel the time has come to reward you with an assignment closer to your home.” “Ah, well, hardly anyone even remembers me there now that mum and sis are gone. What is it you would have me do?” “Francis, we need you to handle a delicate teaching position. You know we revived Saint Anne’s as an inner city girl’s school, correct?” The white haired priest nodded but tried to keep any surprise from his face. “Then you also know that we are trying to use “old school” ways to fight off the influences of all this modern culture?” Francis nodded once more. “We think that you, with your experience, are well suited to teach at Saint Anne’s and to serve as assistant headmaster. We would like for you to start with this fall’s term. Will you accept the posting?” “Of course, your Excellency. What will I be teaching?” “Please, Francis, my name is John. We would like for you to teach life and earth sciences. You are obviously qualified in those areas, and I think you can do the girls some good.” “As you desire, your Excellency.” *** On the first day of classes, Father Mulcahey braced himself and briskly strode into the first hour class. There he found a sea of curious faces waiting to see their new old school priest. All were clad in Peter Pan collar blouses, plaid skirts, and Mary Janes. Still, Father Mulcahey knew no one would mistake this lot for the girls of his youth. One girl had what looked like an Insane Clown Posse t shirt peeking from under her blouse. Another had ears that looked as if the piercing machine were an automatic weapon. On a third, Father Mulcahey thought the green hair was a mistake with the red and blue plaid. Placing his notes and text on the lectern, he referred to his seating chart and began immediately. “Mary Margret, please stand up.” Four young women stood. “No, just the first one on the left.” Three sat. “Mary Margaret, what part of the human anatomy, when exposed to the correct stimulus, will expand seven times?” The young lady first looked stricken. Then Father Mulcahey noticed a blush begin to creep up from her collar. Soon her face was suffused in red and she looked down. Father Mulcahey feared he even heard a stifled giggle. Father Mulcahey quickly decided he did not want her to answer. “Mary Margaret, please sit down. Ann Marie, please stand up.” The freckle faced lass with green hair stood up. “Tell us, Ann Marie, what part of the human anatomy, when exposed to the correct stimulus, will expand seven times?” Beaming at the priest, the young woman gestured with her finger as she answered. “Why Father, that would be the pupil of the human eye.” “Very good, Ann Marie. Please sit down. Mary Margaret, please stand back up.” The original victim hesitantly rose. “Mary Margaret, I have but three things to say to you. First, you didn’t do the reading. Second, you have a dirty mind. And last, you are in for a life of bitter disappointment.”

A man walks into a bar and orders a whisky. The bartender pours him two fingers and slides the popcorn basket next to the drink. He picks up the bill on the bar and turns to the register. A moment later he returns and places the change in front of the customer. As he begins to turn away, the customer speaks. “Say, I’m new in town. What can I find for entertainment around here?” Immediately on his guard, the bartender faces the man and looks him over. “What kind of entertainment would you be seeking?” “Oh nothing like that tone of voice. I mean music, maybe dancing. Something besides a CD list, you know?” The bartender relaxes noticeably. He shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head for a moment. Then he answers. “Well, it is Monday. You can see how slow it is here. All the joints in this area are Thursday, Friday, and Saturday for live shows. Not much choice, unless you’re willing to take the train into town.” “Nah. I don’t want to take the train in. I just wanted a few drinks and something besides radio music. Enough days on the road and even live classical would sound good.” The bartender eyes him again. Finally, looking as if he’s made a decision, the bartender bends over and reaches under the bar. First he pulls out a miniature baby grand piano with both hands. He places the black lacquered instrument on the bar. Next comes a stool. On the third reach, he places a foot tall musician in white tie and tails on the bar. The small man has long blond hair and that unmistakable attitude you see at the concert hall. The man walks to his instrument, flips his tails, and sits. After a pregnant pause, he reaches to the keyboard and begins. For ninety minutes the most beautiful piano works come forth. Chopin, Debussey, and Mozart flow. Between pieces the bartender refills the customer’s glass and when no other customers come in, the bartender joins him for a jar. At the conclusion of the concert, the customer is on his feet, clapping and repeating bravos. He turns to the bartender. “Wherever did you find him? He’s magnificent. ” Before answering, the bartender places the instrument, the stool, and the musician back under the bar. He puts both hands on the bar and ruefully begins. “I didn’t find him. I won him.” “Won him?” “Yeah. You see, one day I was over by the park, on the way back from visiting a friend. The rain finally stopped, and there it was, the grandest rainbow you ever saw. I couldn’t help myself. I turned and headed for where the rainbow ended. As I got closer I hunkered down and walked real quiet. Me and Paddy had downed a few, but I was still fine for sneaking. Finally I peeked over a hill, and there he was.” “Now, I can tell from the look on your face you don’t believe me, but I swear the little green man was dancing there at the end of the rainbow. I remembered all the things I heard while I was growing up. I decided then and there to try and catch the man.” “You found a leprechaun?” “Isn’t that what I’m saying? I found him alright. I got down on my belly and slithered real slow towards him. After a while he danced near enough to reach. I jumped him, and then it began. He may have been no bigger than my piano player, but he was strong. Stronger than anyone I’ve wrestled since I was a schoolboy. We tore up the ground in the park, digging up rocks the size of refrigerators and rerouting the brook and all. I was a grand match. Finally, I tried a throw. When it worked, and he went down, I could not believe my eyes. He burst into tears. He looked up at me and says with a brogue, ‘Now I suppose you’ll be wanting my gold?’ I told him ‘Why sure, I would’ and then he fooled me.” “Fooled you?” The customers question came as if on cue. “He made me an offer. He told me he would grant whatever wish I might have, if only he could keep his gold. At first I turned him down. It seemed a powerful lot of gold. But then he kept making suggestions about what I could wish for. They got wilder and wilder. It finally dawned on me he meant it when he said anything. That was my mistake. I got to thinking. After a while, I told him I’d take his deal. We shook on it, and I told him what I wanted. I just wish he hadn’t been so old.” “Old?” “Why sure. He must have been mostly deaf. You don’t think I asked for a 12 inch pianist, do you?” The customer reaches into his pocket, peels three twenties, throws them on the bar, turns, and walks out without a word.

Zeb was bored from being sheltered at home and face timed his friend Mort to chat while they drank beer. Later in the evening Mort complained about not being able to go out and hook up with women. Zeb answered, "East for you to say. When we go out I never seem to hook up." Sadly shaking his head, Mort explained: "It's a matter of science, Zeb. Look, every town or city has a number. That number is the result of the single women that live there. If out of every 100 single women who live there, you would only go home with 50, then the town would have a number of 2. You see? 100 over 50 is 2. For example Hollywood would have a number1.25 because 80 out of 100 would be worth going home with. Ft. Sill, Oklahoma, on the other hand, probably has a number like 6.25 because only 16 out of 100 would be worth it. Understand so far?" "Yeah, I got it. But what about you getting lucky so much more often than me?" "Well, that's because there is another part of the equation. The choosing factor. The women have a say in the deal too. The choosing factor is the number of women that need to be in the bar for there to be one who would be willing to hook up with you. For someone like Brad Pitt, his number would be 3 or 4. For someone like me, it might be in the 20 to 30 range. Are you still with me?" "Ok. What's left?" From there on, it's only a matter of calculation. You multiple the city or town number by the choosing number, and that's the number of single women you need in the bar before you have good odds of hooking up. This town is around a 2, and let's say my choosing number is 20. That means there need to be 40 single women there for me to have a good chance. Makes sense doesn't it?" Zeb mulled that over for a bit, then asked, "But that doesn't really explain why I don't get lucky, does it?" "Sure it does! There aren't any bars around here that have 374 women, are there?"

priceless

Sorry if this has been posted here before. I did not read all the pages.

You aren't too smart, are you? I like that in a man.

The wife made milk bread rolls today. So I made fried potato/bacon/cabbage.

I believe I have mentioned Nueskes before. If not, I should have. The wife and I buy our bacon, our brats, and our dogs from them. https://www.nueskes.com/?sc=PPCBRANDED&gclid=Cj0KCQjwmdzzBRC7ARIsANdqRRkzA3kVbEbi59pOWfK68JHhXlIsczYKTlcISA_Nfiv4lizL5ZxfeX4aAiSAEALw_wcB Tonight I will make a fried potatoes, bacon, and cabbage dish. Similar to colcannon but with fried potatoes instead of mashed potatoes. I mentioned Nueskes because I wanted you to see what their applewood smoked slab bacon look like.

I am almost sorry I started this thread. I never intended for this thread to be an opportunity for some people to b**** about other people. Look at the first post people. It seeks support for children and suggests how you can help. If you can't or won't write about that, create your own thread because if do it, I will title it, "A place for old cranky white men to complain about everyone who is not just like them."