I grew up on a cattle farm but my dad wasn’t well versed on beef cuts. When he took a steer to the butcher he ordered roasts, tenderized minute steaks, and ground beef. That was it, no ribeye, no filet, no ribs, just the three things.
Friend found a new UNO game, UNO No Mercy. Took four hours to play one hand. It was fun but towards the end it was like someone just win so we can go to bed.
You must be a damned bbq competition judge. Having a little pull and a half moon bite mark is fine for competition but for back yard I want that bone to slide out the end.
No so much that it was bad but I certainly didn’t care for it, the pear salad thing was awful but she would sometimes do the same thing substituting pineapple slices for the pear halves and I loved them. Dad liked turnips and I never could stand them. Dad hated liver so I was never subjected to...
My wife makes better chicken and dumplings than my mother did and hers were excellent. I feel safe saying that now that she’s dead and buried. Had I said that publicly while she was alive I would have had to live in fear of being whacked by a wooden spoon.