Nah, you head north....I ain't hauling all the stuff I need for chislic and pig cheeks all the way to the Gulf Coast! Too much work. Besides, I'd need room in the van for Ken, Kendra, her wheelchair and walker, our luggage and my chickens! The beer might not make it all the way to the end of the trip!
I don't think even Texas could handle a Blooie, and a WV at the same time.......Awww... it was my daddy's b-day too.
(RIP Louie)
Winter storm... this is prediction for this afternoon, but its supposed to move on up northward, and last for 36+ hours.
I think I'll head your way... I'm always up for a beer run.
they do have lots of wide open spaces, so should minimize the destruction......The beer is in Wyoming! I bet Wyoming could handle us.... well, maybe.
But we'd sure have a blast finding out!
I hoard them, Debby!We all love them so much. Only time we can get them is when Ken and I go back to South Dakota in the summer. So we take an extra cooler, and the last day we're there we put in dry ice and stock up. Kenny and Jenny always take several packs when we bring them back, too. They aren't actually the cheeks - that's just what I grew up calling them. They are the temple meat, and they pack more flavor into those little bits of meat than any other meat I can think of. Dredge them in flour, flash fry them, then make milk gravy and mashed taters. I don't know if they serve food in Heaven, but if they do and there's no pig cheeks I ain't sure I wanna go!
