...with chips and a drink!
Texans like Bob and I are pretty particular about our barbecue sandwiches. We like them piled HIGH with lean meat that's been slow cooked until it's so tender it practically shreds itself. Add a sweet-and-spicy sauce that lets the delicious beef flavor shine through and you've got the main ingredients for one of our go-to meals.
Adapted from an idea in a Fix It and Forget-It cookbook, this simply delicious recipe turns everyday chuck roast into a bbq lover's delight. It takes around 10 hours, start to finish, but most of that time (9 hours) is hands off while the crockpot works its magic.
But it does explain why the pasteries are slippery.
I've been attending concerts for decades. As a child of the 60's, I've seen everyone from Jerry Garcia and Dylan, to Tom Petty, Jackson Browne, Fleetwood Mac and Bread (I'm not proud of the last one, but I'm all about full disclosure). Let's just say I've been around the concert block.
Trouble is, now that I/m middle-aged, going to concerts - at least the acts I'm drawn to - is starting to SUCK. Lemme 'splain.
The crowd at these shows is made up of, well, people just like us. That's understandable. Most of the rock icons from our youth (I'm looking at you Steve Miller) are in their early to mid-70's...so it's fair to assume they're gonna attract a slightly older demographic.
THAT'S the problem.
Baby Boomers - for the most part - suck at concerts. Maybe it's the 60% hearing loss we have thanks to standing next to Jimmy Page's amp in '74...I dunno. But, let's be clear - the concert behavior you thought was OK in the 70's (and to be fair, it wasn't OK then) doesn't work today.
I'm just gonna say what we're all thinking: Some of you people annoy the s**t outta me. Thanks, I feel better now. I know it's unfair to just point out the problem without offering a solution. Don't worry. I'm not gonna leave you hanging.
We ALL want a better concert experience. So, as a public service to Baby Boomers everywhere, here are 5 unbreakable rules to follow at your next show.
If "Drive Dumb!" isn't taken, I say we go with that.
To stay fit, you've got to do more than sit at your computer. So Bob and I start most days with about an hour of exercise. He walks in the dark, risking run-ins with crazy ducks, foxes and all sorts of critters. I stay indoors where it's safe, climbing up and down the stairs to our second floor, tackling the treadmill and counting my steps. We've vowed to log at least 10,000 every day. Whew!
That's why I'm lovin' these three activity aids. Besides helping me keep moving, they're stylish enough to wear out and about. Even better, these breezy, wallet-friendly finds are all under $50.
To go the distance, I've got to have comfy clothes that stretch with me and keep me cool like these yoga-inspired winners from the fitness-accessory experts at Gaiam.
The sleeveless design and soft, wick-it dry fabric keep me cool with no worry of it sticking to my skin, even when I step up my pace on the treadmill. Plus, an eye-catching key-hole back, slimming cut with side ruching and rear-covering, tunic length make it attractive enough to wear at home, to exercise with friends or running errands. ($38 in sizes XS to XL)
St. Vincent is one of the best movies of 2014 you probably overlooked. It's a great curmudgeon comedy/drama with a terrific cast and a not-so-preachy feel-good message.
Bill Murray (America's film treasure) is Vincent, a Viet Nam vet whose life choices have left him without much of a life. That is, until Maggie (Melissa McCarthy) and her son Oliver move in next door. Maggie's a single mom trying to make ends meet without unraveling the fragile ties that bind her and her family together.
So, is he saying he wants to be a Toy's R Us kid?
Since my mom Patsy often cooks from memory, she doesn't refer to a recipe. Instead, she combines ingredients, pauses for a taste test and adjusts seasonings as she works. My stepfather Ken likes being handy during this process just in case she needs a second opinion.
I know this about Mom but I took a chance and asked for her potato salad recipe anyway. After all, Bob and I had a craving and no one can top her in the kitchen. Although she could've laughed and said "What recipe?!," my precious mom actually made a batch, wrote down the instructions and passed them along to me in nothing flat. How sweet!
Yeah, he's a little wild, but he looks fabulous!
Charlotte and I made a decision the other night that I'm gonna share with you. No, we're not moving to the Amalfi Coast (but, if I ever go missing save yourself some time by looking there first).
Nope, we decided that we're breaking up with Saturday Night Live.
And before you think we got our boxers in a bunch over some skit, lemme assure you THAT'S NOT IT.
Insensitive, inappropriate, cringe-worthy is kinda why we've watched you for 40 years. No, it's more serious than that.
We've grown up.
We watched you in college. Laughed at Weekend Update (Jane you ignorant slut!). Saw the birth of the Blues Brothers, Samurai TV Repairman, Olympia Diner (Cheeburger...Cheeburger!) and watched Todd and Lisa go to Nerd Prom.
That was GREAT STUFF. But, our tastes have changed and you just don't do it for us anymore.