So… I had a list of topics to possibly blog about.
1. Destructive squirrels and my efforts chase them from my yard and attic.
2. Comfort food.
3. What is up with the news media?
4. Why does the US have to keep the Bieb?
5. The leader of N. Korea telling the men of the country they must get a haircut like his.
Since 1, 3, 4 and 5 are about bat sh*t crazy creatures I picked… wait for it…2. Comfort food! Put your hands in the air and clap.
Before I start, you should know I’m old. So old, I hesitate to participate in buy one, get one free because I fear I won’t get the chance used the second one. That said I grew up in Florida on a barrier island 22 miles long, one paved road, three bridges to escape hurricanes. 2 were wood and barely above the water line no side rails. Scar-ee. If it rained a lot, gators came into the back yard and I witnessed more than one wild pig shot in the street.
Now the scene is set you can imagine what follows.
A big meal, Sundays and holidays that was generally eaten and sometimes cooked outside was sea food paella.
Yellow rice and whatever clams, oysters, crabs, and fish we could get at the end of the street. Still love it today but, there is no fun in collecting the ingredients.
Then there was grits with red sauce and fried fish.
Gator, when one crawled into the back yard. Turtle, land and sea.
Fried Spam, with fried egg and straight from the can in sandwiches. We lived in Hawaii a few years and Spam was a favorite there. On the menu in local places.
Fry a thick slice of bologna with eggs. Bologna sandwiches on white bread with plenty of mayonnaise. Every tackle box I can remember held cans of Vienna sausages and potted ham.
Ya know for a snack.
And.... popsicles, drippy, syrupy, sweet, popsicles.
Reading this over maybe I just call it weird crap I ate growing up.
So what do you call comfort food? Or just share the weird crap you ate.
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