GOOD MORNING, FRIENDS

A REMEMBERAMBLE OCTOBER 25, 2025

We boyz bid you a happy and healthy Saturday. If you feel like doing things, go do them, if you feel like doing little, do that as well. I have a quiet day planned, not going anywhere, just chilling with the boyz. When you are broke, busted, and bankrupt, are sixty-seven years old, have vision problems, are so fat ya have to go to the cotton gin to weigh, and are taking water pills, staying at home is not a problem, HUHUHUH.

Fear not, you know I surely jest. What I mean by that, is that it is "jest" about the truth! Speaking of food, well, we are now, a friend brought me a lemon cake from over at my friends' store, Lanier's IGA in Portal. Lemon is my favorite dessert flavor or whatever you term it, and a moist lemon cake is mighty fine. Most cakes are made too dry for my tastes, I want a moist cake.

That makes me think of how different out tastes can be, and how what we love to eat, others could not enjoy at all. For instance, I like gummy pie crusts, not flaky. I want rice to be a glob of gooey starch, not those tasteless grains of individual rice that has to be chased about and hemmed up on your plate with a spoon. I could live on gummy rice and good chicken gravy, with plenty of freshly ground black pepper and just enough salt.

Oooooooooooooooowheeeeeeeeeeee, mmmmmmmmmm, oh yeah, that's what I'm'a talkin' about! I am having "her", and Bryan Sparks and family and maybe another one or two for dinner Sunday after church. Since I surely can't put on the dog for them these days, I am fixing breakfast food for Sunday dinner. When I told them I was going to make breakfast food for the dinner, I was a bit apologetic.

But they all said that was about the best sounding Sunday dinner they could want. I had fresh pork sausage and smoked as well, and bacon in the freezer, a big bag of water powered, stone mill grits in a big jar, already, as well as good frozen biscuits and y'all know I am a syrup hoarder, and have a vast selection of syrups. I have so many, including the bottle of maple syrup I paid three prices for if you recall that incident the other day, that I might rent a snooty, syrup sommolier to curate my collection for my guests on Sunday.

You may recall that I gave away much of it as door prizes at the recent Gathering, but I still have three kinds of homemade cane syrup, along with two varieties Blackburn's, and Cane Field, and Alaga store-bought cane syrups, two brands of mole-asses, and a few other brands of store-bought syrups, as well as blueberry and strawberry Smucker's syrups, and some tasty honey also. Oh, and since I have most of the jar of meat sauce a friend gave me.

I will use it to make eggs in purgatory. Gosh, y'all, I am making myself "hongry," with this topic. Oh, and I will make some mushrooms in garlic butter sauce, and homemade sausage gravy. Wowee, I might start selling Sunday dinner tickets, at exorbitant prices! How much would you pay for Sunday dinner with we boyz three? How much ya reckon the market will bear? I was looking at this amazing field of cotton out here, at how loaded down it is with bolls that have matured and opened.

The bolls lower on the plant mature and open first, and there have been many at the tops of the stalks, that had yet to open, and were delayed, but now are cracking open now and will add to the yield quite a bit. When all of the bolls are open, and the leaves fall off after the defoliant is sprayed, it will be an amazing crop to view. Hopefully the weather will cooperate such that the cotton harvest can come off on time.

Sometimes rains set in and fields are too wet to pick, and each day cotton goes unpicked it degrades in quality a bit. It is the same with all crops. I recall decades ago, I rented a small field of maybe twelve acres to a man to plant soybeans, which helped our deer hunting by attracting them to feed on beans. He had an average crop, but then an El Nino pattern set in, and it was rain, rain, and more rain. October, November , and then December passed by and it was still too wet to get his old two row combine out there.

The beans were already opening and shelling out, and not worth trying to harvest in the condition the field was in but and the crop was not salvageable at that point, really. Oh lordy did I blow my top when I came home one day to find he and his idjit son destroying the field in an attempt to get those moldy, mildewed beans combined. Believe it or not, he had his son's jeep pulling the combine by a chain, and just hauling ass all over the field, this way and that way, not following the rows, making deep ruts all over everywhere.

I wanted to get my shotgun before going out there to "talk" to them, but the Lord stopped me. I have seen idiotic and dumbbutt things, but that took the cake. On a field so small, with beans that were by then all but worthless, what they did that day was almost criminal. The old man acted oblivious of why I was mad, and his son wanted to bow-up at me. He said something about smoothing the field up some when he planted it the next spring.

Me? How did I react to his reference to next spring? "I WILL LET THIS PLACE GROW BUTT-HIGH TO A GIRRAFE IN JOHNSON GRASS BEFORE YOU EVER SET FOOT HERE AGAIN!" I was in a feverish apoplectic state as never before in my life. Let me calm down and go fix an egg. We love y'all. And always take what I write with a silly grin, because I have not known anger in years.

These tales are true but I see humor in them now. Thank you.

..... NUMBERS 6: 24-26 KJV

..... we boyz three, babee conway, lil merle, & me