Quote of the Day:
“A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.” –Jane Austen
The perfect recipe for a great Monday morning: the Bulldogs won this weekend, Halloween and the smiles it brought my little girl, and bright, crisp fall weather suitable for doing without the air conditioner, the heater and the bug spray. On top of that TB successfully executed Sweet’s red beans and rice recipe to add an essential new dish to my limited, but high quality kitchen repertoire. As if all that weren’t enough, the extra hour of sleep on Saturday/Sunday is still paying benefits. Some of you might think that the loss of the Rebels seasoned the cosmic dish a little, but you’d be wrong to thusly pigeonhole me. The truth is, as long as the Bullies win, I’m cool with Rebel success. However, when my team is losing, I want nothing more than to have you Rebs down in the dumps alongside me. Of course, I long for the day neither of those teams’ outcomes is part of the happiness recipe, but I’ve come to accept I’ll never outgrow it. One thing I have outgrown is using the extra hour with the time change for mischief instead of rest. But I’m not too old to recognize the poor judgment used by the powers that be in having the time change and the resulting 25 hour day occur on Halloween. I was more than a bit relieved to awaken to a TP/egg free house Sunday morn.
Speaking of Ole Miss, I thought the back who was involved in the collision that almost paralyzed an Auburn player made the play of the day Saturday. When the players collided the Auburn defender did not move, nor did the Ole Miss player. Replays showed nothing that made it look like the Reb should’ve been hurt. He wasn’t. He laid on the bottom of the pile virtually motionless for probably five minutes or more so as not to risk exacerbating the injury to the Tiger. When they finally moved the Auburn player, the guy hopped up and ran off the field unhurt. I don’t know his name, but he deserves a “well done” for his good sense and sportsmanship.
There was some commentary here last week about the new “Old South” controversy brewing up in Oxford. Specifically, the school administration is threatening to do away with Ole Miss’ treasured and inspiring “From Dixie With Love” fight song in order to stop the chants of “the south will rise again” at its conclusion. As a rival fan and as a radical, let me just say emphatically that I don’t give a damn one way or the other about this. I think its a little silly to be wrapped up in the mythology of the “lost cause” and equally silly to be offended by it. It was downright stupid for the school to attempt to change the chant to “go to hell LSU” or whatever. But TB is a solution suggester. How about “Ole Miss will rise again?” It evokes the old south slogan without the racial strife overtones, and is hopeful, positive and reminiscent of the glory days. Or do something else, what do I care. It’s amazing that this kind of thing makes news in Mississippi no matter what one thinks. PS, I think it is silly that Col Reb got canned too, but its not so bad because I see that suit around more now than I ever did back in the day.
I always thought Sweet should get into the bar and grill biz and have a menu that was original and inspired by our Saturdays watching football on Del Norte, then Scoop’s pads and finally over to Gautier. As I chopped up “the trinity” of onion, celery and bell pepper last week, in preparation for my effort at one of those well loved dishes, I had flashbacks to those days. Cooking isn’t a passion of mine, but when I do it, I like to work on something that doesn’t call for precise measurements, does allow for a beer (both in the recipe and in the hand) and involves a big pot. There used to be a Brit chef that had a travel show where he went around Europe recreating the dishes of the people. He’d throw in a handful of this, a pinch of that, a dash of wine all while drinking heavily and serving up one-liners. That’s the way it used to get done on those long gone football Saturdays and I enjoyed channeling the memories with both the cooking and the eating. It went so well I think I’ll try some other classic coastal fare soon. Hey Sweet, how about sending me your gumbo recipe?