Southwestern Salad

Hotty McHotterson outside?  Don’t you do it.  The thought of turning on the oven makes my makeup run down my face.  I then become BoBo the crying clown.  No one likes her.  Maybe because she is frightening and unpredictable.  A loose cannon if you will.  She scares all walks of life and people scatter every which way to avoid her.

Kale Salad With Apples, Feta, & Dried Cherries

Well, look at that, summer has just dropped anchor in your mouth.

Welcome back to the normal world.  A world completely void of massive fireworks and explosions, drippy ice cream hands, and massive American flags whipping around in the beds of trucks.  Actually, I redact my last statement; the whole flags in the back of pick up trucks is still going to happen, whether we like it or not.  As is the same for Gary Busey.

Simple Homemade Coleslaw

Nothing goes better with BBQ than good old fashioned coleslaw.  We aren’t talking about the kind in a bag and a dressing that comes out of a jar either.  This is strictly business and it is going to get professional.  With July 4th right around the bend and approaching fast I thought it would be a good idea to make a nice little coleslaw, to show my American roots.  I get caught up in the moment of Independence Day.  I always have to stop myself this time of year from driving around in my husband’s truck with two full size American flags strapped to the bedside, whipping in the wind.  Toby Keith blaring from the speakers with the windows rolled down, rocking cut off jean shorts, aviator shades, and drinking an RC Cola.

I take this holiday very seriously.  I feel like it is one of the only ones that is not over done through the consumer industry.  It is all about the food and the fireworks.  Give me a burger with a side of S’mores and a sparkler and we are talking.   You will not hear a peep out of me the rest of the evening, scouts honor.  I will slip gently into a food comma and ogle my sparkler and the world will drift away.

Bulgar Summer Salad

Have you noticed that these grain salads are like a cult following?  People are rah-aving about them!  May I pretty please be the leader to this chivy of peeps all coming out of the wood work, abuzz and gabbing about grain salads?  I think this creed should have a signature regalia.  Something that will distinguish our band of followers.

The KKK sport white sheets, lucky.  The Black Panthers get to wear berets, even more fun.  But, I think our signature uniform piece needs to step up the game and show the world we are serious about this love and devotion. Propeller hats, it just  has to be done.  Canary yellow propeller hats to be exact.  This way, the whole congregation is loud and proud about our faithful follwing to the summer grain salad.  Plus, no one will want to mess with us when they see a legion of people, all donning propeller hats.