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Well look who crawled out from under the couch.

Post some pictures of this year's BBQ if you don't mind. That sounds awesome!

Well, I guess I didn't get the memo? And I'll be 51 this year and am smack dab in the middle of GenX.

Thanks for taking my quip and turning it into a good point. As a 50 year old member of GenX (meh), I was really enthusiastic about voting for Obama (twice), but I never saw him as a deity like so many of the Boomers, Silents, and "Greatest" generations saw Reagan. That level of politician-worship is a good comparison. I just don't think it is a single generational thing when it comes to Trump. It's just shitty people across a lot of generations.

You misspelled Obama.

He drinks out of that same water bottle later. I didn't even see the one to his right in the several clips.

I just figured we didn't respond to polls. Not to say we probably aren't some magnitude of shitty more than what we ought to be.

I didn't think so.

At which point, in Trump's mind, they will decide to turn Black.

He's gonna make the Michael Richards meltdown seem like a fart in the wind.

Probably easier to find rally pictures without the confederate flag in them GIS: "trump rally confederate flag"

. . . or calling her" Pocahontas." /Yes. Yes. I know. He doesn't.

I think that's the website she got the recipe from. She probably substituted lard for shortening, water for milk, and sand for flour though. You ate sand? That's right. Or maybe, since they ended up there by way of Nebraska, it could have been some sort of cornmeal/sand mixture. In all seriousness, somebody should try these (not I). My dad would haunt me.

Study it before you slice it. Three different grain patterns with which to contend.

As if it needed to be explained. The case for calling it like it is (in pictures). They're weird! https://www.jefftiedrich.com/p/stop-calling-us-weird-whine-the-weirdest?utm_source=fark&utm_medium=website&utm_content=link&ICID=ref_fark

User name checks out.

, , , until 20 minutes after you finish that burrito.

I have a distinct memory of my wife making PB&Js to order for our kids while I drove to a family reunion when they were "little shavers." I mostly remember it due to the mass of peanut butter she put on those things. She may have just been trying to shut them up for a bit longer with that mouth-glue.

/ @Al_4_ISU I kid. I kid. I figured it wasn't meant that way.

Except, in this case, sadly, I think it was true. He would never talk about it. My mom told me about that little nugget of his past. He had four brothers and sisters and they didn't have shit for means. He played football in high school, but had to quit to get a job to support his family. The coach put him on a guilt trip about it and he felt like he let his team down. He never went to college and went to work instead. He was a self-taught engineer (it was the old days, whattayagonnado?), and made it out of poverty and then some. My mom used to ask him if he wanted to move out to the ranch and sell the place in Houston. His response was consistent: "I was born on the farm. I have no intention of dying on the farm."

I still haven't been. It's on my short list. He didn't talk about it much. His dad told him he wouldn't amount to anything, and he pretty much cut ties. His dad was long-since-dead when I came along. I recall being told they were so poor, his mother would make biscuits out of beans. That recipe didn't get passed down. He was more fond of his time in Colorado.

Yep. Hence why I got a vasectomy after two. Mom was a dance instructor/model and Miss Houston 1960. Dad was into oil (and all that implies). They got set up on a blind date. She swore she wouldn't marry a man who drank (her dad had issues with the booze). My dad ordered a scotch and water first thing at dinner on their second date at Vargo's in Houston. He had other things going for him. So she decided to let it slide. I have/had 3 half-brothers, all of whom were around her age, give or take. Two are departed sadly. Other than grilling, the only other cooking my dad did was pancakes, sausage, bacon, and eggs on Saturday mornings. He had a garden at a ranch we had outside of Houston. So there were a lot of fresh vegetables, as well as cantaloupe and strawberries. I used to eat half a cantaloupe with salt and fine black pepper on it. He also was a fan of Blue Bell Cookies and Cream, microwaved for about 20 seconds to soften it, eaten straight out of the half-gallon carton. Lastly, he had his sandwich. He got teased about it a good deal, but he had very humble beginnings (Parents were very poor share croppers). The sandwich comprised two pieces of wheat bread, Oscar Meyer bologna, Coleman's hot mustard, peanut butter, american cheese. I tried it once. It's not bad, but I wouldn't make it for myself.

Well, he had the advantage of a second wife, who was thirty years younger than he was for siring my sister (11 years older/no pics) and me. Also, @UncleBuck Dads from the Dakotas represent. My old man was born in Deadwood. And yes, I have at least one relative featured in the show---his aunt/my great aunt. He came to Texas in the 1940s by way of Denver.

Those church cookbooks are usually a pretty mixed bag. Good on her for throwing some stinkers in there to teach lessons to the uninitiated.