Boonville Chronicles Cont....
I may regret this divulgence but it must be done to safeguard future generations from the threat of...Hominy.
I know, it sounds silly but bear with me. 9 fully grown adults are gathered around a campfire, most of us have been drinking steadily but many of us are near functional. One of the women has dispatched her husband to the town some 1.5 miles away to bring back marshmellows for the campfire. We all are now salivating as we continue to sample various brews from as many brewers. Roasting marshmellows is actually sounding good.
The husband and Sam Gamgee (or a facsimile) arrive back at camp...as the happy bride pulls the prize from the brown paper bag, she discovers that the prize is actually a can of white hominy. She queries the husband as too the contents..He defends himself grandly yet uselessly by stating that he knew she wanted something white, something in a bag or can an something she could eat....so he went with a big can of hominy...she was less than amused...
I tried to save the day by explaning the culinary and sociological significance of hominy..but it didn't distract the bride that her hand and it's contents held, for her, no resemblance to marshmellows...We laughed about this and the fact that the great hunter may not be sleeping in the tent he occupied the night before.
That is until someone suggested trying to cook it..after all, many of us WERE hungry.
We begged a can opener from a more prepared group of brewers...we all had bottle openers..but no can openers...
We opened the can and oooohhhed and aaaahhhhed at the perfectly white kernals of corn in clear brine while we tried to find a good place at the edge of the fire to place said can that would allow for eventual recovery...Once we had the can snuggled into the fire and were now watching the blue, red and gold fizzles of flame as the label burned off to our clapping, we began wondering how we might retreive the can from the flames eventaully...
To be continued...
I may regret this divulgence but it must be done to safeguard future generations from the threat of...Hominy.
I know, it sounds silly but bear with me. 9 fully grown adults are gathered around a campfire, most of us have been drinking steadily but many of us are near functional. One of the women has dispatched her husband to the town some 1.5 miles away to bring back marshmellows for the campfire. We all are now salivating as we continue to sample various brews from as many brewers. Roasting marshmellows is actually sounding good.
The husband and Sam Gamgee (or a facsimile) arrive back at camp...as the happy bride pulls the prize from the brown paper bag, she discovers that the prize is actually a can of white hominy. She queries the husband as too the contents..He defends himself grandly yet uselessly by stating that he knew she wanted something white, something in a bag or can an something she could eat....so he went with a big can of hominy...she was less than amused...
I tried to save the day by explaning the culinary and sociological significance of hominy..but it didn't distract the bride that her hand and it's contents held, for her, no resemblance to marshmellows...We laughed about this and the fact that the great hunter may not be sleeping in the tent he occupied the night before.
That is until someone suggested trying to cook it..after all, many of us WERE hungry.
We begged a can opener from a more prepared group of brewers...we all had bottle openers..but no can openers...
We opened the can and oooohhhed and aaaahhhhed at the perfectly white kernals of corn in clear brine while we tried to find a good place at the edge of the fire to place said can that would allow for eventual recovery...Once we had the can snuggled into the fire and were now watching the blue, red and gold fizzles of flame as the label burned off to our clapping, we began wondering how we might retreive the can from the flames eventaully...To be continued...
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