Sunday, May 24, 2009

Memorial Day Weekend

Ahh, Memorial Day weekend. Fond memories of Memorial Day weekend come oozing out of this lasagna I call my brain. Camping with my Grandparents, fishing day and night, and listening, yes, LISTENING to the Indianapolis 500 on the radio. Those were the days we Hoosiers were blacked out from a live telecast. Oh what fun it was. Fond memories indeed.

Let's take a moment to give thanks to the men and women, along with their families, of the Armed Forces. Pray for their safe keeping. Also pay tribute to those who have given the ultimate sacrifice in Defense of our Country. Fought and died for the rights we enjoy.

As always, I hope everybody had a good week. Have a SAFE and Memorable weekend and I'll see ya next week, and when you eat eggs, use CATSUP.....

.....as I convalesce, I ponder........

Not really a ponder per se, as much as it is a bit of a History of my catsup on eggs usage. I vividly recall the first time I witnessed catsup being smothered on eggs by my, then 5 year old step-sister, Betsy. I was Seven. A plate of scrambled eggs was placed before her and much to my dismay, she reaches for the catsup!!!!! Ewwwwwww, gross I say. I had not yet been indoctrinated to scrambled eggs. Mine were always fried sunny-side up with a dash of pepper. Ever who heard of catsup on eggs?!?!?!
I finished my childhood and teenage years avoiding this, this nasty conglomeration of unlikely sidekicks.

I next observed this subterfuge while in the Military. No eggs sunny-side up there. You got 'em scrambled and took 'em with a smile on your face. Various items were sprinkled and/or poured upon said eggs. One of which was yes, indeed catsup. So, I thought why not? Put a dab upon the eggs and much to my chagrin it was pretty tasty. Okay, so now I enjoyed catsup on scrambled eggs, next up, sunny-side up. I was in a restaurant in Junction City, KS, still in the Military. Ordered a breakfast which included 2 eggs sunny-side up. They were delivered and I reluctantly reached for the catsup bottle. Might as well get it over with, I said to myself. This too I found to be a tasty combination, but still doubted it would replace my pepper, salsa, hot sauce dabbing.

Today, aside from the occasional hot sauce usage, I apply catsup abundantly. I was a bit skittish at first in my new digs, surrounded by strangers. That is until my table mate, Mr. Joseph Brown (Title included out of respect) had his eggs, over easy I might add, placed before him and much to my delight and total surprise, he started breaking open the catsup packages.

4 comments:

  1. I add ketchup to Chinese fried rice. Much more tastier. -- Jimmy

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  2. Your Memorial Day weekends while growing up really sound fun! That must be where you developed your love of fishing!!
    Now as for the catsup on eggs....don't think I'll be adding that condiment to mine...it may clash with my bacon!! I'll stick with salt and lots o' pepper! :)
    And on a final note...to all who read this...Take time to thank God for the freedoms we still enjoy and thank him for those brave hearts who bled and died to preserve it for us!!
    ~Cookie

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  3. I never thougbht I would be so facinatecd by catsup. I have spent days researching it (both spellings catsup & Ketchup". It was reallt pretty interesting.

    Here's an idea worth the effort, google "All About Ketchup and you come up with this:

    "If you want to learn the more about a person, look no further than how they pour their ketchup. From dippers and squirters, to sprinklers and smotherers, psychologist Donna Dawson has identified seven "sauciological" types.

    to read more go to http://www.globalgourmet.com/food/sleuth/0799/

    So Don what does that tell you about Mr.Brown?

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  4. WOW!!! Quite the site/sight, Lee. Thanks for Sharimg. As for Mr. Brown, who by the way will read these words, is a catsup/ketchup smotherer, by my observations. Therefor, according to this he is "the life and soul of the party" which describes his personality perfectly.

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