Just in time for the holiday season, I finally did it. I made gravy, from scratch. OK, all of you foodies can stop laughing. It was quite the accomplishment. I made sausage gravy to go with biscuits. The bread was frozen but baked at home. I see no need to try to do too much at one time when it comes to cooking.
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It’s almost that time. Just one week and we will all be gorging ourselves on turkey, dressing (or stuffing depending on your particular choice here), cranberry sauce and an array other carb-filled dishes.
Just about one week and counting till the big Feast begins and cooks throughout the country are starting to get ready. Well, some are starting to get ready, Others, I suspect, as starting to get nervous. There is a lot of pressure built up around this one meal of the year. Thanksgiving day dinner is to food what a wedding dress is to dresses — the end all, the epitome, the pinnacle. Blow this one dinner, and a year’s worth of good cooking can fly right out the window and earn a cook a seat at the “doesn’t really cook” table. And no cook wants to be at that table.
The 16-year-old me would have been in hog heaven last night. Monday evening saw four former players inducted into the Hockey Hall of Fame, two of whom were intrinsic to my relationship with the sport in the 1990s.
In this column, the Herald Democrat has wished a happy birthday to many people from across Texoma and, at times, the country. And today, I’d like to wish a happy birthday to Godzilla, or Gojira as it would be pronounced in Japan. The first film featuring the giant lumbering reptile was released in November of 1954.
It was the end of era.
So many things are named “Bois D’Arc” around here, I’m constantly amazed. There’s Bois D’Arc streets and lanes and courts and creeks and companies and clubs and everything else, it seems.
Hello Texoma! I’m back from my brief travels down to the busy world of Houston to see my family. There the weather was perfect, but that had zero affect on the grumpy people that live there. Sunday afternoon I convinced my parents to have our after-church lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, The Cheesecake Factory. The only catch with eating at this restaurant, however, was that it exists right next to one of the biggest malls in Houston.
It’s officially holiday food season and with it the hassle, work and time involved in preparing said food. However, with science fiction now a reality, it’s going to be a whole lot easier!
Mine is a coddled generation. A child of the ’80s, I spent the Cold War in diapers. I don’t have the kind of appreciation for World War II, Vietnam and Korea that actual memories could provide. Even the Gulf War for me was experienced as a grade schooler through newspaper clippings.