This morning someone left Daisy a surprise. As I looked out the kitchen window, Daisy was standing near the water bowl giving out little growleywolfflebarks and scratching the porch in front of the bowl with her front paws. When I went outside to see what all the commotion was about I saw the BIGGEST BULL FROG I ever saw.
Posts from ‘February, 2009’
Country Cooking – Apricot Fried Pies
Hunger rules here, more often than I’m likely to admit, and I’ve been thinking about my Mom’s fried pies lately. The cafe up in Wolfe City made a feeble attempt at cooking some the other day and I tried them and they weren’t anything like I remembered. I decided to try and make some good ones, so here I am, a crazy but hungry fool at three in the morning rolling out pie dough.
Careful What You Ask For
I can just see it in my mind…the great cloud of dust, with claws, paws, and Daisy yelps with fur aflying. A little like Yosemite Sam catching up to the Whirling Dervish, I think.
