Front Porch People


25 Jun 2011 03:50 am

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There’s always lots on the menu here at The Wide Awake Cafe. Here’s what’s on the grill today:

Lose a War Soup: A satisfying, filling, tasty, treat.

Cut and Run Soup: a large bowl filled with lots of factual, satisfying lumps of truth.

For those who have a taste for something really spicy try this.

Have some beer with this dish.

Obama Gaffe Flambee: A delicious and gutsy take on another goof of the President. Really could cause one to lose one’s appetite.

An odd tasting Yogurt which I myself would never eat but am compelled to serve.

It may be crying time but it’s not quitting time. Try it with some lasagna with lots of cheese.

Boehner Ragout Stew: Putting his foot down. With a side of crostini.

Served with a merlot.

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Never mind the cat on the table. If you choose to sup at The Wide Awake Cafe the sight of cats on the table will not result in any extra charge.

Eggs on faces of the lame stream media. (over easy, scrambled, or coddled)

Some of you may prefer fries but Michelle says you should eat your vegetables.

Vegetables are good for you and the media has been helpful to Obama, Michelle says. Eat some Beets.

We serve pizza here but today it is really snarky pizza. Be warned.

Arugula Salad with a drizzle of oil and vinegar.

Being always wakeful I offer the strongest coffee with cream.

This establishment serves good strong tea with lemon, milk, and hot toasted muffins.

Obama’s Government Chops: So good, you’ll want a shovel instead of a spoon.

White House Attack against Issa causes Acid Reflux. Have a chocolate chip cookie and milk.

For the unschooled palates: Try some jello with jelly beans.

More food for the kiddies. Macaroni and cheese to the Max.

We have lots of desserts on the menu: (if you don’t choose to desert the table)

First, the pies:

Pecan Pie, the kind made by your Southern grandmother, who shelled the pecans while sitting on the porch swing, telling you the story of the Tree of Life.

Lemon Meringue Pie, created lovingly with just the right amount of lemon and sugar, and topped with the best, lightest and highest meringue ever produced, almost high enough to reach Alaska, or, even - Russia.

Have a really big piece of Kentucky Derby Pie. A really big piece before time runs out. Time is running out, you know.

Peaches and cream.

A Feast for the eyes: accompanied by virtual chocolate.

A final toast to Peter Falk, a really good man. Peter starred in so many memorable films and of course there is his wonderful Columbo series but I will never forget him in his role as the Grandfather in The Princess Bride.

06 Jul 2010 12:41 am

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Reminiscing about my excursion to the country a few weeks ago. While driving out with my husband and his friend to my sisters’ house in the woods we had to slow down to let two deer cross the road.

We were up early and arrived in the country around nine a.m. My sister, Lucy was our guide, leading us down the mountain through the woods to the place her husband had set up as a make-shift range.

The guys had quite a few different kinds of guns. They were carrying way too much gear so I ended up helping them out by carrying one bag which got heavier and heavier as I went down the hill.

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The guys had forgotten to bring a target so a small white sticker was stuck to the wood.

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My husband’s friend, Mike knows how to shoot. He is a former Army officer and is now a policeman.

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Lucy tried this gun and so did I. It didn’t have as much recoil as I expected which was fun.

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We spent about an hour down at the range in the woods and then packed up to make our trek back up the hill. It was hot and we were all tired, except for my tiny Amazon sister, Lucy, who beat us up the hill.

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I took a slow walk up the hill, taking photos along the way. Bob and Mike decided to go on back to town but I stayed to visit with Lucy. She made me a cup of Irish tea. We practiced singing a song we were to sing at church the following Sunday for Fathers Day.

The tea was so good. Then came a lunch of bacon, eggs and tomato juice. Yum. We enjoyed our very American day even though a thought came to me at the time…Guns, bacon, eggs, tea. None of these delectations and items of self defense are popular with the political elite and yet most Americans enjoy some or all of these American standards.

28 Feb 2009 02:38 pm

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Charlotte on a wooden bowl

My maternal and paternal grandmothers played important roles in my life and I’m lucky my parents let me spend lots of time with both of them. Looking back there was never enough time. Something I heard last night touched me and got me thinking about roles that grandparents play in the lives of grandchildren.

I was talking to my fellow co-conspirator and friend, Myra who is also the grandmother on the maternal side of my grandson, Aidan. I am his paternal grandmother. Myra is his maternal grandmother. How lucky Aidan is to have her.

We had a good time last night spending the last (hopefully) Friday night watching Aidan being an only child, reminding him of that fact and watching carefully (and sometimes painfully) his poor mom who is in her last few days of ordered bed rest.

Our little girl’s room is all ready. Pray, God, that the doctor and the sonogram is right and she really is a girl because there is just too much pink, rose, rosebud-red and lovely sweet little girl items to return and it wouldn’t be fair to a newborn little boy.

Getting back to our little five year old boy, Aidan who told his grandmother, Myra a story the other day as she was taking him to school. He informed her that he remembered what it was like in Heaven before he was born and came to earth. Aidan said that he was in a series of rooms and they kept moving him from room to room. He said he met different people in these rooms. One person he remembers meeting was the first president. “The first president, you say,” Myra said. “Who was that?”

“Well, that was President George Washington!” Aidan said emphatically.

Sitting around with Myra and watching our grandson play is just the best. I wish she lived here but she’s a steel magnolia from Louisiana. She will stay for a month after the baby is born so I will be having more than my usual share of coffee for the next month with one of my very best of friends.

23 Nov 2008 11:56 am

Check this out. GenderAnalyzer determines the gender of the writer of a blog by plugging in the URL. I found this on Instapundit who is only 64% manly. The details of the info were from Gateway Pundit who suffered an even bigger blow to his manly pride.

Here are the GenderAnalyzer Results on the writer of Wide Awake Cafe.

We think http://www.thewideawakecafe.com/ is written by a man (69%).

That’s a blow to my female pride, my girly girlishness!

It’s true, I just celebrated our Victory in Iraq Day yesterday, November 22, 2008, but that shouldn’t mean that I am more manly, just that I am a human being. I am a big football fan but many woman are football fans.

I don’t blog about that stuff you do with the yarn although I have a friend who blogs about it.

I do blog about art often.

I’ve done my share of cat blogging.

I spend some time on this blog writing about my family, my grandparents and our family history.

I blog about politics and culture because that has always been an innate interest since high school. I’ve been interested in military history because I am married to a man who has filled the bookshelves in our home with books about military history and I have found them fascinating.

When Bob watches The Band of Brothers for the sixth or seventh time I am there with him. If that has made my blog a little more masculine so be it.

But I still don’t get it.

If I were so masculine I would be able to do the technological changes I would like to do to my blog. It’s not something I’m proud to admit but it’s true that if I were of more of a techy mindset I would be able to upgrade my computer without constantly having to ask my husband how to do it. I would be able to change the ink cartridge in my printer. If I were more handy with my hands I would be able to open DVD covers.

If I were more manly I would be tall enough to change the light bulb in the laundry room without a ladder. I would be able to use a drill. I would be able to make some simple improvements to my house without having a disaster happen and I would be able to simply turn a doorknob which I am unable to do sometimes.

69% male. Hahahahahahahah!!!!!!!!

23 Jul 2008 05:58 pm

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Like a line of people waiting to get into the theater.

Finally, I have some flowers on the porch. When we renovated our house several years ago, like many people do, we had trouble with our contractor. He would not listen to me.

Our house was transformed from a New Orleans style with balcony to a wide front porch with columns and six new rooms. I loved the basic structure and the change to a front porch that we could actually enjoy but the contractor chose many of the materials and gave us a hassle on every choice we insisted on making.

Then came the driveway.

I wanted a simple sidewalk leading from the driveway to the steps. My husband wanted a parking lot. I regretted it from the moment the driveway was expanded. I at least wanted a circular drive but no one listened to me.

It didn’t take long for my husband to regret not listening to me. It would have saved money too.

Not being at all possessed of a green thumb I was at a loss when envisioning how we could make lemonade out of the lemon but my sister, who never met a plant she couldn’t nurture and grow came to my rescue. The day we picked blueberries we went to a nursery and bought flowers.

Then Lucy showed me how to pot them and I water the flowers twice a day. The porch faces the west so the flowers are exposed to direct sunlight. Most of them are making it.

We don’t have shade on the porch until the afternoon. But the afternoon and evening are the best time anyway.

Real landscaping will happen one of these days but until then at least, I have pots on the porch.