OK, after 2.5 days trying to catch up, I finally did.
First off, a grand ol' phart welcome to dose dat phinally phound their way to da back porch! Ain't no place like home...
Nixin' my tagged quotes, gotta say dat sum pholk REALLY need a Southern cook (except pher oysters on da half shell, don't need no stinkin' cook!) Just can't believe da bad mouthin' of sum of my phav cravings!
Goin' by memory:
Russ, so help me, your sit rep is tearin' me apart! If I can help, just let me know...
Matt, ya had my prayers wid ya on your trek back up north.
Deb, being a sub-sib, let me know when ya want to traipse ol' Rte 66 (bucket list item).
Cathy, so proud of you and G! Sorry to miss ya. Hopefully I'll be in better shape fer Tampa. And sorry 'bout your friends loss!
Geno (aka 'bean), luv'd your menu!
Kay, atta boy girl!
Sandra, soooo disappointed in da lack of bootie evidence!
Happy birthaversary to this week's porchers!
Update, my ham string is healing nicely with most of my mobility back. Am dealing with swelling and bruising on my left foot which is aggravating at da least.
Lil' side story, one of my sons-in-law recommended a cleaning/health care lady to assist Patty and I. Well, what a lil' dynamo dis lil' older black lady is! Can hardly believe what she did for our kitchen...
We were chatting about her background and Joyce said, "All my life, I just wanted to be middle class. But most of my life I wasn't even poor... just po'!" She's a true keeper! IOW, blessings, count 'em...