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Glad you liked it G8. Sorry you had to eat "soft" food, lol. Poor thing. I felt sorry for you so I fixed up another batch o' goodies!

For tonights supper, we're haven-

Smoked wild boar w/stuffed portabella mushrooms and garlic mashed taters, sugar snap peas w/baby carrots and a chef salad and yeast rolls. For dessert, I fixed banana cream pie and a chocolate pudding cake.

Here's the recipe for the stuffed portabella's:

1 cup chopped onion

1 10oz. package chopped, frozen spinach, thawed & squeeze dry

4 oz. feta cheese, crumbled ( about 3/4 cup)

4 oz. cream cheese, room temp.

1/4 tsp dried, crushed red pepper

mushroom caps about 1 1/2 in. in diameter

Preheat oven 375. Cook bacon until crisp on stove top. Crumble bacon when done. Save about 1/4 cup plus 2 tsp of drip'ns. Heat 2 tsp of bacon fat over med heat. Add onion & saut'e until tender. Put in med bowl and cool. Mix in bacon, spinach, feta, cream cheese and red pepper. Season w/salt and pepper to taste.

Line 2 large bake'n sheets w/foil. take mushrooms and reserved 1/4 cup bacon fat in large bowl to coat. Sprinkle mushrooms w/salt & pepper. Place mushrooms round side down on bake'n sheet. Bake mushrooms until centers fill w/liquid (approx 25 min.) Turn mushrooms over. Bake until brown & liquid evaporates. (about 29 min. again)

Turn mushrooms over again. Spoon 1 heap'n tsp of mixture into mushroom cavity. Bake at 375 for about 10 min. Let cool a little then enjoy!

I don't know about the rest of you but after all the chef'n I've done, I aquired a mighty thirst! I'm grab'n a couple cold frosty ones and head'n for the back porch to watch the sun set and the birds go to bed. Catch y'all later.

Grizzly - put your feet up here on the ottoman and put your head back and drink this ice cold beer.

Hey all - I just posted bale for Grizzly and brought him back from the Federal Pen. holding station....boy it was rough - they were just getting ready to serve steak and lobster and champagne' to everyone at the Pen.  THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG WITH OUR GOVERNMENT!

Sounds like a new movie "All the President's Tree!"  Grizzly what provoked you to such a stunt? Oh you did it for Rocky - well I never heard of such a sweet jesture....and Rocky is brought to tears by your kindness.

Shots of Bailey's Irish Cream round the house and a toast to Grizzly for his adventure of cutting the Big azz tree down off the President's lawn  =)

Now let's see - lets have some rawhack and some fresh shucked oysters - we'll start bringing in the New Year early today.....later on G8RHED and I are gonna' cook up some black eyed peas, cornbread, and some turnip greens and pork.  First let me open myself a Guiness.

Front door squeaks open.

{{Sniff.....Sniff....Snifff}}  Do I smell a Guiness? 

Hey Kimmy dear, you got an extra one somewhere.  I could sure go for one of those.  Now what was all this nonsence bout Grizzly being arrested for chopping wood?  I sure hope it was all a big misunderstandn'.  At least we got some left overs.

Kimbob, I sure do thank you for put'n up my bail! And for put'n up with me, hehe! I owe ya! And just in time for New Years!!

Yeah Mo, I kinda, sorta cut down the Prez's Christmas tree. Shoot, I didn't think he'd miss it! His ole lady musta said sum'n bout no tree cover'n her present. It was only a tiny little box anyway! Why would they want such a huge tree for that!?

Well folks, the bars open so belly up and get ready for New Years! We have all the bells and whistles for tonight. Even got the granddaddy clock set to ring al lang syn or however you say it! I'm head'n for the lazyboy and put my feet up on the footstool Kimbob let me use along with the brewsky! Wake me before midnight guys!!

 Silence cuts through the night, the gentel breeze whispering down off the mouutain is the only sound one can hear...the stars appear so close that you can almost touch them...the moon, now heading for it's dieing turn, is bright lighting the paths, known only by a few, in a fuzzy milky glow...through this eerie glow comes the handsom stranger. without a sound, like a cat he moves through the heavy wooden door and makes his way to the long polished slab of wood were so many folks have stood and wondered at the mistery of this man...he moves with the ease of long memories to the back of the bar, reaches below finds the hinden stash of cigars draws out two and then looks for a bottle of "Wild Root Brandy" he see several were there had only been one..as he selects one from the back he thinks to himself "Ed, you ol' chicken checker, you are my friend" he smiles as he looks around and makes his departure through the back door and heads to his spot in the woods...as the ghost of his 3 legged dog joins him, he fades into the night like a shadowy spirit.

Hey all just passin by. Thought I'd stop in fer a shorty. C rocky is still around and libby's back. Cool tree loft  no pun intened. Hedin back to the deep-freeze.

 Place still lookin great.

As time passes, one may wonder; what have I done?, who am I?, and what could I have done better?..is life what we make of it? or is it a predestined plan set in motion millions, yet billions, of years ago?  what is reality and what is imagination?  are we supposed to know or even try and figure it out?  I don't often ponder these points and when I do, I take solice in the night...for the night is my friend. In darkness lies the unknown and this is what most fear, not I, I find it interesting and welcoming, calling me, wispering my name, begging me to investigate the shadows...as do I find all things in nature interesting...I feel the caresses of of the wind, and the cleansing of the rain and snow. I smell life in the soil and hear the heart beat of the world...these things I find in the night amongst the darkness and the shadows hidden away from the ravages and riotious doings of man...so I go tonight into the darkness, to do as my forefathers did from the brging of time, and burn the leaves to carry prayers upon the smoke and make offerings to the moon, sun, wind and soil so that my soul will be complete...to my friends; I bid you this advise "listen to the night" for she has many things to say and so few that will hear her...

 from a brotherhood long forgotten,

Two Tales.

Wow! Look at this place. It's a virtual ghost town! Surprised the town board hasn't boarded up the joint! I'll just grab the key from under the mat and have a sneak peek at what the innerds look like. As I open the creaking door, bats come flying out, the mice go run'n helter skelter and the cobwebs and spiderwebs sway with the breeze from the open door! I head straight for Libby's closet. After I dust her off, I put in some fresh batteries and off she goes to the kitchen. I dust and polish the bar and.........................."What in the H E double hockey sticks is goin on in the kitchen! Pots and pans fly'n ever where! LIBBY! Have you gone nuts?! Actually she has! She's loosing her elbow bolts and her fingers are coming off! Better get the oil can and craftsmans tools out. After a quick fix on Libby, she's hum'n right along! This joint will be up a run' in short order! Now that the place is ready for customers again, I reckon I'll put up a flashy sign out front that declares this place open.......................................

"I declare that this here joint is open for business once again! So drag your sorry azz's back in here! The food is great, the drink plentiful, and the pole girls are back! So take off your shoes and pull up a stump! It's go'in to be a wild ride!!! Oh yeah! The drinks are on the house for this here re-opener!"

There; that ought to do it! If'n someone can't read a 40 ft x 40 ft flashy sign, they need bigger glass's! I'll just step behind the bar, put the apron on and Libby the Liberal back in the closet and wait fer someone to come stroll'n in! I better fill the hume.......the humm........hughe..................the blasted cigar box back up before TT's comes in. The wildroot is stocked up also! Oops! Better get the grub and the silver on the table before everone comes a stroll'n in! Man that smells good! Think I'll grab me a platter of biscuit n gravy, wild boar sausage, grits, mater and home fries, bacon, eggs over easy and Texas toast with marmalade! After a meal like this, I won't be able to eat for........................at least another hour!

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In the light of the nearly full moon, the quite old building stood casting it's shadow right to the edges of blackness. The path leading to the once grand doors is choaked and littered with dead and dying weeds...the old rocking chair upon the wide poarch, shows the year of neglect with it's tattered tapastry hanging in shreds...dry leaves dance in the slight breeze like fairies on a moonbeam...that heavy oaken door stands slightly ajar...tempting those who venture near to enter but yet forbidding and cold, making one hesitate...swinging the door wide one sees the vast open room where voices full of cheer and laughter once rang out,,,the glow of the moon shining through the dirty smoke stained glass of the sky light gives the room an errie presence..cold now is the masive hearth that not long ago brought forth warmth and security...silently the shadows move to a fro across the hard plane of the floor..yet echo each step you take, what ghosts walk these floors? One could imagine that they are skirting the ragged rim of reality once inside...It's hard to believe that just short of a year could make a place feel so alone and forgotten...Fairwell my old friend it is better I remember you in the light of day....

TT