Friday, February 19, 2010

A Day In The Life..

Yesterday my daughter and went for a ride just to see what there was to see. We ended up at the alpaca farm that I wrote about a few months ago.

The owners weren't at home so we were unable to go into the pasture with the alpacas. None the less, we had fun visiting the animals.

On the way back, we passed a cotton field. It dawned on me that many of you may have never seen where your 100% cotton shirts...and your Q-tips... began:

We eventually got back home after running some errands. We had decided to try our hands at making dolmades (stuffed grape leaves.) In our previous state of Virginia, there was a wonderful Greek restaurant which served these and I have sorely missed them. There are no Greek restaurants in southern Alabama. So when one of my customers who happens to be Greek offered me her recipe, I was delighted. Its quite a process, but I followed her directions to a tee:

Now I can hear you ask, "Why isn't Beej including the recipe for these so we can make them too?"

The answer is, "because I like you."
You do not want to make these. after all that time and effort, they were horrible. But they were pretty.

Oh! I almost forgot! What happens if you let an Alabamian redneck loose with a can of yellow spray paint?? Well, you might get this:

It might have been quaint had they not spray painted the tires..


  1. You sure do eat a lot more fancy than Helen and I do, we just eat simple things, but that doesn't mean I don't make them taste decent.

    I learned all about cotton before you wuz done shitting green shit. :-)

    Alpacas, are okay, in hard times I can turn anything into decent hamburger with my old hand crank grinder, even the neighbors dogs.

    I'm serious.

  2. Great to finally see pictures of the alpacas, at least they weren't turned yellow :)

  3. Billy, these dolmades might be fancy pants cooking but I assure you, they might as well have been the green poo you mentioned! Not good at all...

    Sheila, you made me laugh out loud. Some folks around here sure do fit the 'redneck' image and it probably would not surprise me one bit to see somone around here spray paint a pet.

  4. The rumor that I spray painted a neighbors dog chartreuse is simply an urban legend.


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