Thursday, January 6, 2011
Close to Nowhere
Do you make resolutions for the New Year? I kinda do and I kinda don’t. Doesn’t matter either way, I certainly don’t keep them long!
How do you be a better person if that’s what you resolve? Promise not to do bad things?
If you’re prone to do bad things, well, maybe you could try not to do those anymore. But if those bad things are long ingrained habits, how do you stop smoking, or over-eating or cursing or, or, or...?
I could resolve to diet. I think I do that regularly (resolve, not diet).
Not that I don’t diet. I do! I fall from grace dieting constantly. If I don’t try to diet and if I just try to eat healthier, I do a lot better. Until I’m attacked by a bag of chocolate-covered pecans. (Those of you who buy pecans or nuts of any kind from Beth’s sorority [Beta Sigma Phi] that are chocolate-covered, completely understand this.)
Eating healthy at my house is all but impossible. Pop only eats chicken and rice soup, corn flakes or cream of wheat. I’m not exactly sure what Kris eats, since I don’t cook, but I’m sure he eats something.
Me? I eat Ramen noodle soup -- beef flavored, with an added dash of soy sauce and Chinese hot sauce. I eat it for breakfast quite often and usually four-five times a week for supper.
Sometimes, I wished I lived either with or really close to Marion and Sonny Pryor -- the hosts of the “TWW Gang.”
The Sunday after Christmas we all gathered around Marion’s kitchen for the gang’s Christmas dinner.
I brought around 12 pounds of mashed potatoes (there was about a serving left over to take to home to Pop).
I’m sure there were other things that the rest of us brought, but my attention was centered on something I always thought I really didn’t like.
Sonny shoots deer, Marion cooks the venison. She butchers her own and according to Sonny, that’s why hers tastes so much better than everyone else’s.
Marion had sliced this venison into palm sized, thinnish slices, floured and fried it. Then, she made gravy with the pan drippings.
I, along with everyone else, hurt myself. I cannot ever remember enjoying venison as much as that.
Our friend Grant, who now lives in Pennslyvannia, is a world class wild game griller. He used to grill venison and duck (with bacon, which makes everything wonderful), that I liked. Not loved, but I did like it.
Marion’s venison is in a class by itself -- as is just about everything else I’ve ever eaten at her table.
I guess I won’t be resolving to diet again this year either. Because I certainly plan to eat at Marion’s table again!
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