Howdy, y'all!
I only recently found this site, and joined 'The Pit'.
I've been enjoying the wealth of information here, and hope that I am welcomed to contribute, if that is not too forward.
Please, forgive my naivete, and all the stupid noob questions I will have; I'm sure there will be many (Think Johnny Five :-) )...
I didn't start to cook until I could reach the stove top standing on a kitchen chair, 'round about 1965~. I still consider myself to only have a Learner's Permit :-)
I come from a large family (My Irish Borg Designation is Seven of Eleven <G>), and I could tell from birth that my Mama sorely needed some help.
She kept house, cooked our meals, most often making savory food from nothing, (having some left over) and out of our garden; made / mended our clothes, etc. usw. ad infinitum.
Yes, I do / can play banjo, in case any of y'all was thinkin' of a comment. Guitar, harpoonicus, bass, as well, even washtub, spoons, and washboard. An' more. Every last one of us kids sings.
Despite what might be thought, I only have ten fingers, and ten toes. Just tryin' to head off any non-BBQ questions up front, heehee!
We had a tiny lil' subsistence farm, replete with well and outhouse. Ate food outta the ground after knocking the dirt off on our pant legs. Raised what we couldn't grow. Combed the woods for Mother Nature's treats. Shared excesses of anything with our neighbors, same as they done for us. Not bartered. Gave. Same as they done us.
Well, sorry for being so verbose, especially since this is my first post, but I bet yer eyelids is startin' to droop. I do like to jaw, so give me a holler, when you're over my way.
Bones
I only recently found this site, and joined 'The Pit'.
I've been enjoying the wealth of information here, and hope that I am welcomed to contribute, if that is not too forward.
Please, forgive my naivete, and all the stupid noob questions I will have; I'm sure there will be many (Think Johnny Five :-) )...
I didn't start to cook until I could reach the stove top standing on a kitchen chair, 'round about 1965~. I still consider myself to only have a Learner's Permit :-)
I come from a large family (My Irish Borg Designation is Seven of Eleven <G>), and I could tell from birth that my Mama sorely needed some help.
She kept house, cooked our meals, most often making savory food from nothing, (having some left over) and out of our garden; made / mended our clothes, etc. usw. ad infinitum.
Yes, I do / can play banjo, in case any of y'all was thinkin' of a comment. Guitar, harpoonicus, bass, as well, even washtub, spoons, and washboard. An' more. Every last one of us kids sings.
Despite what might be thought, I only have ten fingers, and ten toes. Just tryin' to head off any non-BBQ questions up front, heehee!
We had a tiny lil' subsistence farm, replete with well and outhouse. Ate food outta the ground after knocking the dirt off on our pant legs. Raised what we couldn't grow. Combed the woods for Mother Nature's treats. Shared excesses of anything with our neighbors, same as they done for us. Not bartered. Gave. Same as they done us.
Well, sorry for being so verbose, especially since this is my first post, but I bet yer eyelids is startin' to droop. I do like to jaw, so give me a holler, when you're over my way.
Bones
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