Dudley Lehew, of Denham Springs, says our seminar on Louisiana men and their passion for cooking reminds him of this example of a macho culinary technique:
“Mary and I were making a trip to Dallas several years ago to visit my three daughters and their families.
“When we arrived that evening, daughter Lisa asked what we wanted for dinner.
“‘Oh, we brought it with us,” I said — and I popped the hood of our car and proudly showed them a foil-wrapped dinner: a sirloin streak, complete with carrots, new potatoes and onions!
“Almost eight hours of driving on the top of a V-6 engine resulted in a perfect, mouth-watering, medium-done dinner!
“Incidentally, we stopped in Shreveport and I kept the engine running while Mary walked our dog.
“As I was sitting there, I watched a guy pull up next to us, get out and start sniffing the air, trying to figure how he could be smelling steak!
“I didn’t have the heart to tell him.”
Ralph Drouin took my advice and sang along to the verse of Pogo’s “Deck Us All With Boston Charlie” that I ran in the Thursday column. But he says he added his own Korean touch:
“I found myself doing the ‘Gangnam Style’ dance to it. I added a ‘wope, wope’ to the lyrics in a couple of places.
“I usually sing in the key of ‘L.’ That’s what some people tell me. They say, ‘You sound like L!’”
He didn’t send me a video of him doing his dance.
And don’t think I’m not grateful, Ralph…
Dorothy Schneider says, “Several years ago, when I was a young librarian in a small town in Texas, I had the opportunity to get to know a lot of the local people. I often remembered their names.
“One day when the local paper arrived, I glanced at the obituaries and noticed the name of one of our frequent patrons.
“Although I did not know him well, I was saddened at his passing.
“Imagine my surprise when, about two weeks later, this same man walked into the library.
“Seeing the ashen look on my face, he said with a smirk, ‘Rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated.’
“Seeing no response from me, he explained, ‘Ma’am, it was obviously someone else with my name.’
“A year later, he really did pass away. I went to his funeral — just to be sure.
Thanks to Dr. Bill Smith for thinking I’m too young to remember “stage planks:”
“We used to buy them back in the ’30s. They were flat gingerbread cakes wrapped in paper. I think they cost a nickel, but the ones with pink or white icing were a little more.
“They were better eaten with a wedge of cheese that the grocer would cut from a large hoop wrapped in cheesecloth.
“A while back I saw some stage planks at Fresh Pickins Market, but they sold for more than a nickel.”
From Algie Petrere: “We all know mirrors don’t lie…I’m just grateful that they don’t laugh!”
Sissy Crapanzano came across this story:
A second grader came home from school and said to her grandmother, “Grandma, guess what? We learned how to make babies today.”
The grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. “That’s interesting,” she said. “How do you make babies?”
“It’s simple,” replied the girl. “You just change ‘y’ to ‘i’ and add ‘es’.”
After I requested favorite toy stories for our People section’s Christmas feature, I heard from Tim DeBessonet:
“My favorite toy when I was very little was a toy truck, any kind and any size, the bigger the better.
“My mother’s only problem with me liking trucks was my crazy pronunciation of the word ‘truck.’ The ‘tr’ was replaced by ‘fa.’
“When we went into stores that sold toy trucks and I asked for one, I got a truck — and rather quickly!”
It’s time for the final leg of my Well-Deserved Vacation, to be spent at Bubba’s Exxon, Motel & Bait Shop in Back Brusly.
Bubba is giving us a discount on our room to make up for that misunderstanding with the nutria skinners the last time we were down there.
And he says he might even be able to get us the room with the color TV, plus the bed with the Magic Fingers electronic massage system (but we have to provide our own quarters).
I’ll see you next year, if the Mayans are wrong about Dec. 21.
If they’re right, well, it’s been fun…
Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.
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