I can smoke. You name it, Ive smoked it. - ValNow, a'fore ya'll go to gettin' any wrong ideas, he wuz talkin' 'bout cookin'. O' course, I'm bettin' he is puffin' a'bit on that claim, 'cause I am almos' sure he ain't smoked no horny toads. At least, he better not have done it. It is bad enough he is wastin' fire cookin' chi'kens, as it is ... he dang sure better not be harmin' ever' Texas boy's favorite critter that none o' us seen for over 20 years.
Last word on chi'kens: If'n The Almighty* hadda wanted us to be eatin' chi'kens, he wouldn't ever a given cattle to the Masai, would he?
No actual or imagined horny toads** were harmed during the creation of this post.
A complimentary set of plastic knives for the purpose of butterin' biscuits is awarded to Denita for somethin' special of one kind or another..
*The regular fans realize I am referrin' to George.
**No I ain't Google seedin' for searches on horny toads.
Posted by notGeorge at May 7, 2004 11:02 PM | TrackBackAwwwww, just what I always wanted--plastic butter knives! ;-)
I will admit, smoked chicken is mighty larrupin'. (That's "yummy" for all you Yanks!) But a good, thick, smoked sirloin trumps bird flesh any day of the week! Yummilicious!
--TwoDragons
Posted by: Denita TwoDragons at May 9, 2004 12:35 PM