Tom grew up in Milwaukee, bartended in Wauwatosa in the '70s and moved here in 1984.
Commentary, observations and musings about the outdoors, life in general and maybe Tosa politics and personalities will be the order of the day. He savors a lively debate as much as terrific cooking.
Reminds me of a disturbance in The Force, eh?
A year ago this blogger got himself into a bit of hot water with a Fools Day prank post. Let me tell you when someone goes to speak to The Triumvirate at the Mothership you can quickly find yourself taking a trip to the virtual woodshed and have to post a big, giant, bold disclaimer. All because people have trouble with a good fools day joke.
Get your funk-on for the start of the weekend with this spectacular cover of a 1964 Dave Clark Five single.
Joan Jett and the John Mellencamp Band...
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words. Or at least a couple of good belly-laughs.
If this company ran their business in Tosa (as opposed to Savannah, GA where they really are located) I'd call them to clean my drains just for the chuckle factor of having one of their fleet parked in my drive or out front.
Written by Steve Goodman and John Prine - David Allan Coe popularized the perfect country and western song.
Enjoy your weekend!
In the interest of full disclosure I want any new readers to know that I love great food. Whether it is hunting, growing or shopping or preparing or serving - food is of interest to me. In particular I like a good restaurant. As a matter of fact I'm completing my version of Sherman's march to the sea. I call it - Tom eats his way through the south to the sea. More about that in a few days.
On the subject of restaurants I should also disclose that dining or hitting the drive-thru of a small handful of selected formula restaurants (let's all agree that they can be called chain restaurants) is not beneath me. There is a value to timeliness, consistency and affordability. Besides, virtually all of them are run by franchisees. Entrepreneurs that are putting their own brass on the line to succeed in a business of their own.
After I concluded all but my last couple of meals in the deep south I packed-up a box and my big Coleman Xtreme Cooler with all sorts of goodies that you would be hard-pressed to find anywhere around Tosa. Or Wisconsin. At least very easily. A pile of craft beers, a big jar of homemade cane syrup, pecans, fish breading, cans of beef tripe preserved in whole milk, frozen catfish and speckled trout, elk meat, Conecuh smoked sausage, smoked alligator sausage and one whole de-boned chicken stuffed with shrimp etouffee. I was preparing to leave. And I was not going empty-handed. Or as it turns-out...hungry.
My last day in Mississippi included a real treat. A few days earlier Son-In-Law announced - You and I have an invitation to man breakfast. Tom, y'all are going to love it. There'll be so much man food you are going to grow hair in places you never thought you would have hair. But not until after you have a nap.
Welcome to mud season!
It's the start of the weekend people. Embrace it with some perfectly good guitar and vocals.
Sunday - 4.21.13 - 5:15 PM
I don't know about you but come spring this old man's thoughts turn to turkey hunting. Occasionally I'll take a chance on a first season turkey hunt. That can be a dicey proposition considering Wisconsin's fickle spring weather. I skipped an early hunt in favor of a road trip so Jill and I could spend time with the kids and the grandkids. Good thing on so many levels.
By now my 82 readers know that I chowed my way to the gulf coast and back. And I am pleased to report that southern cooking is every bit as good as it always has been. Especially the seafood. So hold that thought for a moment.
Once I penetrate south of the Mason Dixon Line I begin to have a vision of a visit to a Waffle House. Sure - they're a chain. But I like to think of them as the southern equivalent of George Webb. But larger in number. With grits. And waitresses that call you 'honey'.
The weekend has arrived to give you some lovin'.
Steve Winwood and Eric Clapton performing this classic...