"There are countless horrible things happening all over the world and horrible people prospering, but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible." -Auberon Waugh
Saturday, April 3, 2021
Sunday funnies
Existential crisis cat.
It's looking like it's going to be one of those years...
My last dog thought his name was HEY! As a puppy he was always doing stuff he shouldn't be doing, when I noticed it I would yell that at him. He had lots of names, 'tard dog' d--khead, Kagogi the Destroyer, but HEY! worked best to call him.
When one realizes that one is Existential Crisis Cat, what is one to do? One could possibly quit referring to oneself as one, but would that cure anything? I think I'll lick myself.
That last reminds me of fried pickles. I had heard of them for years, but had never lived in a part of the South where they were a thing - at least not at the time. Finally, in '05 I spent several weeks in Kentucky for a school, and they were everywhere! And so at least once a day I made sure to have fried pickles with a meal.
I once asked the waitress where they originated and who first thought of it and she said "Well, you know in the South we fry everything!" I had to agree she had a point. I'd had fried okra many times prior to that, and fried zucchini. Never wanted a fried Oreo or Mars bar though. Fried ice cream I tried a few times but thought it was just a gimmick.
Now that I've reached the age I have, I'm not afraid to eat anything fried: squash, green tomatoes, okra, mushrooms, potatoes, you name it. I just recently learned to make Navajo fry bread, yum. Heck, I'd probably even try fried marijuana leaves as long as I could put hot sauce on it.
And let's not forget that other great southern standby, chicken-fried steak (known in my neck of the woods as country-style steak): breaded cube steak, fried in a pan. Delicious stuff (assuming the cube steak has been properly tenderized).
I thought they hit their peak when I heard of deep-fried snickers, everything after that is just gravy. Speaking of which, is there such a thing as deep-fried gravy?
My last dog thought his name was HEY!
ReplyDeleteAs a puppy he was always doing stuff he shouldn't be doing, when I noticed it I would yell that at him.
He had lots of names, 'tard dog' d--khead, Kagogi the Destroyer, but HEY! worked best to call him.
Young Batman was the Fred Astaire of the bike set.
ReplyDeleteWhen one realizes that one is Existential Crisis Cat, what is one to do? One could possibly quit referring to oneself as one, but would that cure anything? I think I'll lick myself.
ReplyDeleteI think I would prefer a muddy hole in a graveyard, given the current world situation.
ReplyDeleteAh, Stop that! and Get back here!
ReplyDeleteI miss my dog; she died of cancer a while back.
That last reminds me of fried pickles. I had heard of them for years, but had never lived in a part of the South where they were a thing - at least not at the time. Finally, in '05 I spent several weeks in Kentucky for a school, and they were everywhere! And so at least once a day I made sure to have fried pickles with a meal.
ReplyDeleteI once asked the waitress where they originated and who first thought of it and she said "Well, you know in the South we fry everything!" I had to agree she had a point. I'd had fried okra many times prior to that, and fried zucchini. Never wanted a fried Oreo or Mars bar though. Fried ice cream I tried a few times but thought it was just a gimmick.
But fried pickles. Oh, yeah!
My boxers thought their other names were Dammit.
ReplyDeleteNow that I've reached the age I have, I'm not afraid to eat anything fried: squash, green tomatoes, okra, mushrooms, potatoes, you name it. I just recently learned to make Navajo fry bread, yum. Heck, I'd probably even try fried marijuana leaves as long as I could put hot sauce on it.
And let's not forget that other great southern standby, chicken-fried steak (known in my neck of the woods as country-style steak): breaded cube steak, fried in a pan. Delicious stuff (assuming the cube steak has been properly tenderized).
ReplyDeleteI thought they hit their peak when I heard of deep-fried snickers, everything after that is just gravy.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of which, is there such a thing as deep-fried gravy?
Deep fried gravy? Well, kind of... this was accidental, and Chef John is not a southerner...
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xsLGFG-Ou9c