Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Chow time

Feelin’ Neglected
by GC

Get yourself
comfort food
meatloaf, gravy
mashed potatos

Get yourself
comfort food
shrimp and grits
in demiglace

Get yourself
comfort food
pasta fazoole
crusty bread

Get yourself
comfort food
rich buttery
pound cake

Get yourself
comfort food
bananna split
with a cherry

Get yourself
comfort food
Don’t get on a scale

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Ashes to ...

I think this is a hoot.

“In 1828 A man sat alone in a hofbrauhaus in Vienna, Austria. He drank for many hours and satiated, stumbled from the place. He staggered into a graveyard and fell down on a grave, his ear pressed to the ground. And he heard wonderful music. Not sure what was going on he sobered some and got up and read the headstone.

It read:


Both amazed and somewhat confused he went to hid friend the Mayor’s home and told the story.

The Mayor returned with the man to the graveyard. Sure enough he also heard the music. But neither could identify it. So the went to a musicologist who listened and said it’s Beethoven’s ninth, but backwards. The musicologist was fascinated and got colleagues to come and listen, They all agreed but cited different symphonies being played backward. The seventh. The fifth. The second.

And then the cemetery caretaker showed up, “What are you people doing, he asked? You’re damaging the hallowed grounds, you’re littering, you’re trampling the grasses.

They explained. He said, but of course. I knew about that.

They asked, but the symphonies are backward.

“Of course,” said the caretaker. “He’s decomposing.””


Sunday, June 19, 2011

Pop's Day


He was a plain spoken man, not a lot of education, very little money, influential only in a limited and immediate but most important way.

He wasn't a mover and a shaker, he didn't hold high office, his wasn't vast power.

He went to work every day, he provided, he came home each evening to wife and children.

His was a wisdom, uncommon wisdom and uncommonly good. He took care of the important things. He was a moral compass. Steadfast honesty, fairness, decency, the hallmarks of his being, were as natural to the man as walking.

I knew him well.
I knew him from the time of my birth.
I knew him until he left this earth three decades ago.

His name was Charlie.
A plain spoken man.

My friend.
My mentor.
My Dad.

I remember.

Friday, June 17, 2011


SOC It To You
by GC

I was there
now here
who knows
where to
that way
the duece
don't know
don't care
a whit
do you

Wednesday, June 15, 2011


I won't get rich, but I'm coming up on 1000 copies. I'm pleased.

Sunday, June 5, 2011


Umbrageous Sanctuary

Ninety-eight on the Lowbottom links
it’s whack the ball and hunt for shade
screw off the cap from your Gator Aide
‘cause for heat like this we wasn’t made

It’ don’t matter none it’s hot as hell
and we ain’t got a deep water well
cause we’re smashin’ the ball and all is swell
out here on the scorched Lowbottom links

It’s all about golf and playin’ some skins
tellin’ lies with the guys ‘bout alla our sins
so Hades hot or not it’s a bunch of frien’s
communin' with the golf Gods on the Lowbottom links

Usta be a pig farm these Lowbottom links
so when it rains the whole golf course stinks
‘cause years of pig poo mixed in the dirt
comes back to life causin’ one’s nose to hurt

So let us not bitch about this ungodly heat
‘cause it’s savin’ us from an awful treat
an olfactory assault that will leave us beat
out here on Sunday on the Lowbottom links

We can play in the sun and not be undone
so long as we seek us a shelter where we find one
and we’re more than happy it ain’t gonna rain
here in umbrageous comfort on the Lowbottom links

Saturday, June 4, 2011


GC’s fried green tomatos.

Two Styles:


Slice green tomatos about a quarter inch thick. Fry them in bacon drippings. Make sure there’s enough fat in the pan to near cover them. When they get a brown edge and are cooked through drain in paper towels. Salt and pepper ‘em and eat ‘em.


Whip up a couple of eggs with salt, pepper, garlic powder and drag quarter inch green tomato slices through the mixture. Dredge the egged slices in a prepared fish or chicken coating (I like Zaterain's) or a mixture of fine corn meal and white flower with some herbs and spices. Deep fry the green tomato slices in very hot peanut oil until golden brown. Drain on paper towels and serve with remoulade sauce.

Remolaude Sauce

2 cups of mayonnaise
2 tablespoons Creole mustard (or any piquant mustard)
1 small grated onion
3 goodly tablespoons prepared horseradish
2 tablespoons of catsup
a liddle salt
Juice of one lemon
A dollop of Worcestershire sauce
Several grinds of fresh black pepper
a bit of cayenne (quarter teaspoon)
a coupla shakes of Tabasco sauce

Mix ingredients well. Chill. Serve over deep fried green tomatos. It’s also good with cold shrimp, cold ham, or roast beef. Leftover sauce can be jarred and stored in the refrigerator.