Eating – Chuck the Blogger Guy

Put butter in it and roll it up.

No nothing like it. We were residence on Simmons Avenue in East Los Angeles. Speaking for myself, I lived there for an approximate ten years. Then we moved further east into a quaint and quiet but mostly dull suburb. But back to Simmons Avenue in East L A, next door to the north of usContinue reading “Put butter in it and roll it up.”

A very nice looking bank ROBBER

More than folk lore? Maybe this is American History but I consider it just dark cloud Americana and hardly that. However, this is what was told me by my mother. She was a person born in the early 20th century in southern rural Oklahoma. But here is the caveat, my mom sometimes was given toContinue reading “A very nice looking bank ROBBER”

I will take another slice with pepperoni.

A Pizza Story. I first began to visit this place when I was in junior high in the late 1950s. I would ride with my friend and his parents. They called it pizza. The restaurant was called Deluca’s. But they mostly had pizza and some other ordinary pastas and salads. The pizza was in aContinue reading “I will take another slice with pepperoni.”

The wrong size pot.

Back off the road again. I have returned to our Cohousing community. There is one thing missing from all the places I recently visited while traveling hither and yon. In hotels, restaurants, people’s houses and other toileting venues. It is my highboy toilet. Yes, a toilet fitted for old people. All the places IContinue reading “The wrong size pot.”

I graduated from the Chef Boyardee school of pizza making.

You work with what you got. In my early days of learning to cook, improvisation was the key. If you do not have the correct items as specified on a recipe, then improvise. Right? Well I would try to come close to the recipe as possible. That was my mantra as a 12-year-old. NeverContinue reading “I graduated from the Chef Boyardee school of pizza making.”

A one word vocabulary.

Awesome. Pardon my sarcastic judgement but I am often amused when eating out at some restaurants. It is almost entertaining when some female waitperson serve our table. It seems like most female servers wait on our table they speak with a little girl tone, I would guess, a full octave above their normal speakingContinue reading “A one word vocabulary.”

It’s no fair fudging

You can’t fudge with this. She would take a stick of real butter and my mom would smear the grade A butter around in the bottom of her large shallow serving dish. What would happen after cooking up the fudgy mix is pour the thick mixture in to the buttered serving dish, then placeContinue reading “It’s no fair fudging”

Don’t be chicken

Fried chicken was the main event on our Sunday after church dinner table. It was a team effort between my mom and my dad. At our residence in East Los Angeles we raised dozens of chickens in our middle yard. Dozens of Rhoade Island reds. We probably raised about forty or fifty hens and twoContinue reading “Don’t be chicken”

Suddenly he was on fire.

Once again, more from the first ten years. So many tear drops falling from my eye… eyes. We Los Angeles Okies had a limited eating repertoire. Fried chicken and mashed potatoes just to suggest two Okie entrees out of a possibility of two. Not to mention gallons of milk and purple Koo lade. But, BoyContinue reading “Suddenly he was on fire.”

I hear him but don’t see him.

Good Humor? You could hear him coming from afar. His repetitious jingle played over and over. He slowly made his way down our street on Simmons Avenue in East L A. It seemed forever before he made his way near our house. Once in sight I would run and wave him down. And I meanContinue reading “I hear him but don’t see him.”