Lost and Found, A Restaurant, and Short Thoughts
by Barry Bauer
A sure fire way to find a lost object is to buy a new one. That’s what I did last week when the lens cap on my camera came up missing. I’m rather sloppy about where I put my lens cap and for all we knew, it disappeared someplace. Betty is usually great at finding things and when she couldn’t find it I got on the Amazon site and ordered a new one. I always thought I should have a spare anyway.
Betty couldn’t save me that day.
Sure enough, the “lost” lens cap showed up in my work jacket when I forgot about taking a picture of what I thought was a raccoon in a tree in our backyard but it turned out to be a squirrel’s nest that blew apart.
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Make sure on Thanksgiving Day that you leave napping room on the floor for those son-in-laws that are overcome by Tryptophan after dinner. Tryptophan is the amino acid, supposedly in turkey, that makes a person sleepy. Why it doesn’t affect everybody is a mystery to me and apparently scientist too.
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Because my Grandma used to run a restaurant called, “B&B’s,” I’ve always had the urge to open a restaurant myself. I think about opening something called, “Silly Sally’s” that would be a sandwich shoppe, a short order grill plus a line of soups including my famous chili. And what self respecting restaurant is worth its salt if it doesn’t serve good coffee?
What’s stopping me?
I haven’t gone completely insane . . . yet!
Opening a restaurant is a risky business and we see it all the time that restaurants fail for one reason or another. Most of the time it has everything to do with how fresh the food is they serve, how it’s prepared, and how clean they keep their kitchen. Add to that a lousy menu; and there you have most of the biggest culprits that lead to failure.
We had the experience of going to a restaurant and ordering a steak which came with a vegetable and potatoes. Their vegetable of choice was green beans which looked and tasted like leftovers from the day or two before and warmed up in a microwave.
I can always cook a better steak at home than they served either in the fry pan or on the grill. And we fix our fresh green beans by steaming them and adding chopped garlic and lots of butter afterwards plus salt and pepper. Salt is the seasoning most added to a dish after tasting during preparation.
There’ll be no B&B in my future mainly because I’m not daring nor do I like to take risks.
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I try to emulate my oldest brother by always greeting people with something nice to say. I’m not famous for my writing nor am I famous for my photos but I am famous for the way I greet the people I know.
I like to tell them something like, “I don’t care what your relatives say about you, you’re all right!” And of course that drives them nuts.
Surprisingly, they don’t punch me in the nose, they usually just laugh. That’s the whole idea behind doing that.
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A Few Thoughts:
What’s wrong with America? Big Brother government if you ask me. You’ll probably want big government if you can’t take care of yourself; but for those of us who can; it’s a pain in the butt. We have what has to be the worst Congress in this nation’s history, and a president who treats the presidency like it some kind of fun ride.
When will our government quit treating Red China as a superior?
Betty thinks she sees me praying during the Lions’ game but the truth is . . . I’m applauding their efforts.
Why in the hell did we cut Kevin Smith last year? He ran for 140 yards for the Lions Sunday. Makes you wonder.
The more the NFL league office goes after Ndamukong Suh the more I think they should require football players to wear a tutu and turn the game into flag football.
Gees.
For those who think the payroll tax cut is a break, you’ll still owe it at the end of the year.
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I’m thankful that Betty survived the biggest health scare we’ve ever had, and I’m thankful for our children and grandchildren and especially little Laney who went through eye surgery last week, Bless her heart.
HAPPY “shopping free” THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
And remember, the more you laugh, the longer you live so keep up the noise.
Until the next time . . .