Faye and I paid a visit to Traylor Parker’s Real Texas BBQ. I had the Smoked Brisket Sandwich with Potato Salad and McCaunaghey’s (vinegar) Cole Slaw. Faye had the Smoked Turkey with Cornbread Stuffing Sandwich with Baked Beans and Creamy Cole Slaw and a side of Cranberry Compote.
Everything tasted much better than it may look. We will be back.
Though I was at work and about to get very busy, I had to stop and savour this glorious October sunrise.
It’s good to be alive.
I understand that Canadians call a batter coated hot dog, a Pogo. I occasionally like to have a . . . corndog. In the States they are called corndogs. That is what I am used to. More so, this guy is why I will always call them corndogs.
This guy came into my life in 2006. He was yellow, he was round, and he was a dog. Ergo ipso facto, I named him Corndog. He were the bestus sweetus boyus.
So it’s not a pogo, it’s a corndog. End of story. 🙂
I walked early on a foggy morning and was blessed to come across this work of art.
There is nothing like a roll in the grass.
Nope, nope not at all.
I was reviewing my oh so extensive photos directory, saw this photo and smiled.
Kendal is flanked by Achilles (left) and Stella(right). Although they have gone on ahead they remain, and will always be, so beloved.
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