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.”
Category Archives: Okie
My mom and her trendy Xmas trees.
She talked to the trees. Once we moved east to our new and bigger house in L A County my mom thought it trendy to buy a fake Christmas tree. One wants to follow the trends of course. My mom was a devoted trend follower. Getting most of her inspiration from the Sears andContinue reading “My mom and her trendy Xmas trees.”
The Freshman 24/7.
 College Freshmen are the more stupider. First semester of my freshman year I thought I could juggle two jobs along with the last week of my college classes. I was in the final week before Christmas break December 1962. Our class counselor told me of a seasonal job at the Sears west coast catalogueContinue reading “The Freshman 24/7.”
Poetry
Full circle. A poem By Charles I am neither indigenous Nor native of this land. This land we call Oklahoma. My forefathers left these low rolling hills Of parched red dirt. Way back when Red dirt bellowed as a streaming river in the air. Leaving Forefathers and mothers traveling away from this dryContinue reading “Poetry”
Training for a career change.
Then there was Darber. Yes, Darber was my second guide dog’s name. The guide dog school sometimes used the last name of a significant donors last name. Not sure though. Darber was a Yellow Lab and Golden mix. Or as they call it a ‘cross.’ I could only guess to get the best of bothContinue reading “Training for a career change.”
When in doubt, jump in the pool.
Summer 1960. My irascible aunt Elsie and I finally arrived in Wilson, Oklahoma. Elsie went on to her cousins and I checked in at my Grandmothers. Never the less, After arriving at my grandmother’s house in Wilson and all we dozens of cousins were settled in, we were assigned our sleeping spot. My cousin JackyContinue reading “When in doubt, jump in the pool.”
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”
Read between the toes.
I need some toe floss. Yes, toe floss. Like a thick 12-inch cotton string with a knot every inch or so. I need a dozen or two. Don’t really like running my fingers between my toes to remove the sludge. I need a special device like “toe floss.” Something to pull out random particles collectedContinue reading “Read between the toes.”
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 like my cornbread in a tall glass of buttermilk.
Meals on 4-wheels. In our little town there are an over abundance of burrito food trucks. Plus, too many chicken and pizza trucks. None the less, where are the food trucks with the real food? Because of the high population of college students here in our little town food trucks are cooking too much fastContinue reading “I like my cornbread in a tall glass of buttermilk.”
Chuck the Blogger Guy 