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I’m a fast and easy, tastes good guy, when it comes to snacks,
So here’s a treat I whip up for Pam and I when a hunger attack
Shows up late at night while streaming in the “Blacklist” TV show,
That is a bit spicy, but it kills those old hunger pangs, you know. Continue reading
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I saw a documentary on TV one time that really caught my eye,
About a small country’s people who ate hot peppers in their diet.
There had never been a case of cancer in their very long history,
I was intrigued and started eating hot peppers to try to help me. Continue reading
There’s a couple of places we go in Bartlesville to get some excellent home cooking style catfish. Both places have catfish only one day each week. If we’re in town, we try to go both days because the catfish is so good. Here’s the story. Continue reading
It has been brought to my attention that the terms Hawg Jaw and Hog Jowl could in some circles be used interchangeably. Since the later is something good to eat in many southern circles, I have been considering changing my name to Hog Jowl Bill as this refers to good food whereas Hawg Jaw perhaps infers I have the Jaws of a Hawg. So just what is a Hog Jowl? Continue reading
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There are some places to eat that are just fun in addition to having excellent food. Here are a couple of my favorite fun eating places. Continue reading
Hey, I’ve heard of a “Pioneer Woman” doing pretty good blogging about various home recipes. Here’s one recipe from Hawg Jaw Bill for your perusal. Continue reading
Real Cajuns
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I thought I knew something about the South Louisiana Cajun culture until I made a trip to the area with my boss. Here’s the story. Continue reading
MaMa’s Cookin‘
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My Mom and Dad never ate out while we were growing older.
So the cooking was always a load on our Mom’s shoulders.
She became a super cook and this poem discusses her meals,
That we ate everyday as they had much palate appeal.
The Good Life
During the early 1970’s shortly after Pam and I got married, we lived in Arroya Verde (out in the boonies at that time) in Fritch, Texas. We had one neighbor across the street and one on the street behind us. The area was brand new. Our time at this location turned out to be what I call the Good Life. Here’s the Story. Continue reading