Broom Hilda by Russell Myers for May 08, 2020

Freedom of eats.

Are we at the circus? Watta buncha weirdos.

Yuck! Soggy bun.

Got to remember that word “cuppa”!

We have a friend who likes iced coffee – with cream in it. When I made a face he told me the same thing. “Don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.” I already know I don’t like cold coffee – not coffee ice cream or coffee flavored candy. Might as well eat a cold fried egg. Yetch.

I always said Broomie had soggy buns.

And I never will.

Is that Elvis on the right side of the panel?

It’s what you do when you run out of denture adhesive..

That’s what they all do at the hot dog eating contest.

Soggy bread is gross to the point I want to vomit. My older brothers were in charge of emptying the dinner plates in the garbage and putting them in the sink for my sister and I to wash. Guess who didn’t clean the plates and made me grossed out for the rest of my life with sodden bread floating around my fingers like rotting dead bodies. Over fifty years later, and those jerks are dead, and I’m still traumatized.

My daughter decided she likes her spaghetti noodles with green tea once I let her try it once as a joke. Oops.

I have a recipe for cooking bratwurst that starts out with “Open four cans of beer and pour into a large sauce pan.” It also involves cutting up onions and other things, but any recipe that starts out with “Open four cans of beer…” is a pretty good one.

You pick up on all kinds of stuff after a thousand years or so.

I like a hot dog. I like a cuppa. But never the twain shall mix! Sorry, Broomie….