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Archive for April 2005

A Boy and His Dog

Apr
28

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The Garlic Toast Was A Little Black, That’s All

Apr
28

Cooking dinner.

Thirteen-year-old son walks into the room, points to fire alarm on ceiling. You know that is not a kitchen timer, don’t you?

Smart ass.

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Camping in the Backyard Wildnerness

Apr
27

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In Case You’re Thinking About Dinner

Apr
27

When I was a little girl, my big brother used to hold me upside down by my ankles over piles of dog doo. Flies would be buzzing over the dung and I would be screaming. I have no idea where my mother was when this was happening. Now he just sends me weird emails. Or maybe he’s serious. I dunno. Here’s his latest–recipe for Boiled Dog Tongue and Rotisserie Dressing. Enjoy!

First, get a dog’s tongue. Any medium to large sized dog will do. If only small dog tongues are available (for example, if you are capturing dogs in a retirement community) count on three small dog tongues to one
large dog tongue. (I buy mine ready to eat sometimes from homeless people. In times past I have purchased jumbo dog tongues, boiled and de-slimed them myself.) Boil and chill dog tongue . Put on a plate of salad – any and everything. Serve dressing.

Rotisserie Dressing:
1 cup mayonnaise
1/2 cup dog testicles blended (can be purchased at vets’ offices)
1/2 cup Wesson oil
1/2 cup chili sauce (to cut down on the “doggy” taste )

Allow one to several days for flavors to meld.

I’ve been making this since 1958….. –G.

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"It was a cold wintry day when I brought my children to live in rural West Virginia. The farmhouse was one hundred years old, there was already snow on the ground, and the heat was sparse-—as was the insulation. The floors weren’t even, either. My then-twelve-year-old son walked in the door and said, “You’ve brought us to this slanted little house to die." Keep reading our story....



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