Comments | cosmic_ikahana: A 3rd of July

cosmic_ikahana

A 3rd of July

Jul 03, 2010 23:09

The neighborhood we live in has lots of families who buy the illegal fireworks and they start shooting them off in June and probably will continue until Fall arrives. Favorite time to have them explode is between midnight and 11:59 PM. I feel about fireworks the way I feel about pineapple. 99% of the time I hate it, but if there is plenty of ( Read more... )

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putzmeisterbear July 4 2010, 19:36:49 UTC

Happy Fourth. My neighbor hood has become very Chinese. We get fireworks now and on Chinese New Years. After all these years I hardly notice it if it. Usually.

cosmic_ikahana July 5 2010, 03:37:41 UTC

And a Happy 4th to you as well. I wish I didn't notice - dang things drive me crazy. Of course, we lived in SF for a few years and our neighbors used to shoot off their guns in the air for holidays there. People and their need to bang. Lordy Be.

danthered July 4 2010, 22:11:28 UTC

Oh my gawd, fried chicken. There is nothing in the world like Southern American cooking! One of the best meals I ever ate was Mizz Lois' fried chicken dinner. I'm a yankee, but my mother'smomma's from Virginia, which means her sister's from Virginia, too, and her sister's husband had a secretary whose mother was Mizz Lois. A little tiny fuzzy-haired Southern woman, but don't you sass her or she will mess you up. About six years ago, I was in VA and my aunt and uncle and I went over for dinner at Mizz Lois'. Everything was absolutely perfect, from the biscuits-thefirst thing I heard Mizz Lois say was "Ahm flustrated 'cuz ah bunt mah biscuits!"-to the green beans with bacon drippings to the chicken (the most perfect fried chicken I have ever had) to the sweet potato pie (a favourite of mine, I don't make pumpkin pie any more). I'm sayin', if I ever commit a capital crime, I want Mizz Lois to fix my last meal ( ... )

cosmic_ikahana July 5 2010, 03:49:29 UTC

I wan Mizz Lois' chicken. Is she still around? We had a roomie in SF - well, we had several. But we lived with these two guys - a couple - and their roommate. We lived in the basement where we paid a fortune. Really strange situation but I got some good stories out of it if I ever get around to writing that book. Anyway, Bill was a nice guy but a total flatliner. Always depressed, way overweight (more than me, more than my posse) and in bad health. He had been a married Christian and that didn't end well. The guy was not exactly a wild time, but he made the best freakin' fried chicken. Oh, it was lip smacking delicious. So good. So damn good ( ... )