That's the only thing I had for supper last night that wasn't fried.
Occasionally during tax season I'm overtaken by an irresistable impulse to go gorge myself ("pig-out" I believe is the currently fashionable term) for stress relief at one of those peanut-shuckin' steak and catfish houses.
I quit smokin' years ago, but ah'm still weanin' mahsef away from fried food. The atmosphere was blue-collar and the buffet was BIG (catfish, barbecue, ribs, chicken, frog-legs, crabmeat, shrimp, hushpuppies, cornbread, french-fries); you-name-it and it was there.
Dang, but it was unhealthily good! I wouldn't have been surprised to see the Surgeon-General sneakin' in there to grab a bite on the sly.
Occasionally during tax season I'm overtaken by an irresistable impulse to go gorge myself ("pig-out" I believe is the currently fashionable term) for stress relief at one of those peanut-shuckin' steak and catfish houses.
I quit smokin' years ago, but ah'm still weanin' mahsef away from fried food. The atmosphere was blue-collar and the buffet was BIG (catfish, barbecue, ribs, chicken, frog-legs, crabmeat, shrimp, hushpuppies, cornbread, french-fries); you-name-it and it was there.
Dang, but it was unhealthily good! I wouldn't have been surprised to see the Surgeon-General sneakin' in there to grab a bite on the sly.
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