I walked and jogged the Maple Street Loop this morning in 30:17, and made a coffee cup full of cream gravy out of the grease and crunchies from last night's fried chicken. That was my Thanksgiving breakfast, a cup of gravy. It was perfect. Now I'm going to make some more, and bake a can of biscuits, and fry one chicken thigh, so don't feel sorry for me; the gravy was just an appetizer.
OVERHEARD
"I'm thankful for my grandmother's turkey enchiladas."
—eight-year-old boy on the Houston Texans-Detroit Lions pregame show
"I have a grandson who has a legitimate chance of playing college football. Part of me worries about it, because obviously I know about the danger and all, but another part of me says, 'I can't wait!' "
—Bill "Brass Balls" Brass
119
No comments:
Post a Comment